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The Escort

Pairing: Female reader x Pedro Pascal

Warnings: NSFW 18+ ONLY DNI, there is mention of sex, description of sex, female masturbation, unprotected sex, p in v, sex in a bathroom, discussion of sexual activities, mild spanking, swear words

Summary: Pedro Pascal is one of the worlds most famous actors, and he’s going on tour to promote his new movie, but he’s got a bit of a bad boy reputation, and to make sure he stays out of trouble that’s when you are hired

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"So wait a minute." You started off not thinking you heard this man correctly. "You want me to be his what?"

"Yes we want you to be his escort." Feeling like your jaw was about to drop to the floor. Never in your life did you ever think you would be getting this type of offer.

Staring at the man as if he had grown two heads. You didn't think this is what this meeting was going to entail. Thinking maybe Pedro wanted to do a movie or something along those lines, but not something like this.

"I know it's unusual and I'm sure you have loads of questions." He spoke when he saw the spooked look on your face. "Feel free to ask anything you want."

"Uh yeah like how the hell out of all the women was I chosen?" That was obviously the first question you wanted answered. "Are we sure he is even talking about me?"

"Yes of course." He placed both his hands together on top of the desk. "Pedro saw you one day at a local cafe, and become enamored with you, and said you would be perfect for him."

"He became enamored with me?" It came out like a question but it was really to you raising an eyebrow at him. "I don't believe that."

"I swear to god he did." He shook his head and looking at his face he was telling the whole truth. "He came to me after he saw you, and said he wanted you."

"What in the world would he want me for?" It didn't make sense given how good looking the man was, and how many women threw themselves at him.

"Well you see Pedro has a certain reputation with women, and it's hurting his image. "He stated making you scoff knowing that part was absolutely true.

"Yeah that's a given." You agreed with him making him crack a smile.

Knowing very well about his reputation with the ladies. Every time a new magazine came out his face was on it along with a new woman. Not surprised every time you saw he was in trouble. This man had bad boy written all over him, and he loved the attention.

It also would surprise you if he had a secret child or a couple. He probably couldn't even keep track of the amount of women he has slept with which disgusted you.

"So with this new movie and him touring we want to keep him out of trouble." Nodding your head for him to continue. "We came up with the idea that we would let him choose one woman to take with him on tour."

"To do what?" You asked somewhat already knowing what his answer was going to be.

"To sleep with whenever he wants." He blurted out making your eyes wide, and your heart race. "To be an escort."

"What about being in the public eye?" That was a main concern for you not wanting to be pictured as Pedro’s whore.

"We will try to keep you out of tabloids and magazine stories." He didn't sound too confident about that making you a little nervous. "If anything we will make it look like there's nothing going on between you two."

"Won't people get suspicious about me?" Pestering him with more questions and concerns. He didn't look irritated by your questions though which made you feel a little better.

"I imagine they will but Y/N you are just meant to be his escort and keep him satisfied." He replied and you almost tried not to roll your eyes.

"Let me get this straight." You sat up straighter as you tried to wrap your mind around this. "You want me to travel with this man to be his plaything so he doesn't sleep around with other women?"

"That's exactly right." He smiled like it was no big deal meanwhile you on the other hand were kind of freaking out. "Less temptation for him."

"The more you have sex with him the more likely he won't have sex with other women." He continued when he saw the baffled look on your face.

This man was straight up telling you one of the hottest men in this world wanted you to be his little plaything. To do whatever he wanted to whenever he wanted. Just so he could stay out of trouble, and not tarnish his reputation more than he already had.

Apparently this movie was supposed to be really big, and his agent didn't want him to mess this up. Now what they were telling you was that you would be traveling with him while he promotes his movie, and he got to fuck you whenever.

A part of you was screaming to just walk out of the room now. The other part of you was on your knees begging you to take this offer, and just let the man rip your body to shreds. For all you know it could be the best most incredible sex you will ever have.

Wondering to yourself what kind of lover he was. Imagining he was an absolute animal in the bedroom. The type of hold your legs open wide for him so he could get even deeper inside of you. The type to whisper filthy things in your ear as he rammed inside of you against a wall.

A shiver running up your spine, and a tingling sensation running up your arms at the thought. Refraining yourself from biting your lower lip so this man didn't know you were getting turned on by thoughts.

"So what do you say?" He asked after minutes of silence and you staring off into space. "Will you take the offer?"

"How much is the pay?" You asked without confirming you were taking the job yet.

"Well if would be about half a million a week." He said making your almost choke on your own saliva. "The tour is about six months long."

Half a million a week? Feeling like you were almost about to faint hearing those numbers. That kind of money you could get out of your crappy apartment, and into a nice house. You wouldn't have to worry about working for a little while.

This is exactly the kind of thing that you needed to happen in your life. Now it was just a matter of if you were going to take the offer or not. Hoping that this type of arrangement wasn't going to be something out of a nightmare.

Bouncing back and forth on the idea, and on what to say. It really shouldn't be that hard of a decision, but it was hard for you. Something like this could go horribly wrong, and completely tarnish your name.

On the other hand you would get to travel the states, and along the way get to have amazing sex with an incredibly handsome, and wealthy man. Everything would be paid for, and you wouldn't have to worry about anything.

"Okay I'll do it." Speaking fast as to not wanting to change your mind. The man clapped his hands together in joy and stood up.

"Wonderful I will let everyone know and make sure everything is arranged for you." Standing up with him he reached a hand out for you to shake. "Pedro she said yes."

All of a sudden the door opened, and there stood Pedro with a huge grin plastered all over his face. Feeling your cheeks turn into flames, and your feet felt glued to the floor. This man had just heard the whole conversation, and he was now standing in front of you.

Feeling yourself drooling a little bit as you ogled at the man you were going to be with for a while. He was even more attractive in person, and you felt your palms become sweaty. Maybe this wasn't going to be so hard or bad at all.

"I knew you wouldn't say no." He smiled showing off his perfect straight, and white teeth. "You're absolutely perfect."

"You're right Pedro she is." Both men were staring at you now, and the room was suddenly becoming a lot warmer.

Watching as his light sparking chocolate brown eyes traced your body up and down. He had this dark and animalistic look on his face. Gulping harshly as you felt a lump form in your throat. It was like he was eye fucking you, and he couldn't wait to get you alone.

"Well Y/N meet Pedro." He pointed to both of you with introductions. "Pedro meet Y/N."

"It's very nice to officially meet you." He stuck his hand out to which you took. His huge hands enveloped yours, and his skin was much softer than you expected.

"You too." Smiling as you released his hand crossing your arms across your chest. "Now I can put a face with my stalkers name."

Both Pedro and the agent belted out with a laugh. It was kind of true though in all reality Pedro was silently stalking you for a minute. If anything you would have thought he was the stalked one not the stalker.

"So when do I official become his plaything?" Asking a little harsher than you intended, and making a soft face when you saw the reactions.

"As soon as possible." The agent replied as he started to look through some papers. "We would like to get you two on the road soon."

"Will I have my own room?" You asked but you received a few chuckles from both men. Looking at the both confused to their response.

"Yes of course you will have your own room." The agent replied once he stopped laughing.

"Not that you're going to be in that room much anyways." Pedro wiggled his eyebrows at you making open your mouth as you tried not to giggle.

"Can I talk to my friends and family?" This was going to be a dealbreaker for you. If he said no then you were out that door with no hesitation.

"Absolutely you can talk to who ever you would like." That was a huge relief to hear that. "But you cannot tell them details about exactly what you are doing."

Nodding your head as you kept your back to Pedro now. Feeling these intense eyes on your backside as you tried not to tremble. Becoming intimated suddenly with him when he hasn't even done anything yet.

Before you could leave the room you felt a warm body press up against your backside. Hands softly latched onto your hips as they pulled you back. Feeling a breeze brush against the skin of your neck like someone was breathing on you.

Knowing exactly who it was as you felt a sudden poke on your butt making you gasp. Pedro chuckled in your ear as you felt your chest heaving slowly up and down. The room was so quiet you could hear a feather drop.

The agent wasn't even paying attention to the two of you. Pedro’s lips barely touching between your neck and shoulder blade. The aroma of his pinewood smelling cologne filled your nostrils making your mouth water. His hands inching forward pressing on your pelvic bone.

He was already seducing you, and you two weren't even on the road yet. This was going to be an extremely interesting, and long six months with this man. Anything can happen on the road, and you had a feeling a lot was going to happen.

"I can't wait to get you on that bus and fuck you all the time." He growled lowly in your ear making you whimper. "Hard."

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"How do you like it?" Pedro asked once you both had stepped on the bus.

Looking around incredibly impressed with how huge and luxurious it looked. Everything looked shiny and brand new. This bus probably cost more than anything you've owned.

"It's amazing." Stating in awe as you sat down on the leather sofa. "I could live here."

"Yeah well this will be your home for the next six months." Pedro sat down next to you both your thighs touching. "So get comfy."

"Have you ever done anything like this?" He asked you out of the blue turning to look at you.

"Uh nope never done anything remotely close to something like this." Cracking an awkward smile as you looked down at you lap.

"Well I gotta know what's something you won't do." Licking his lips making you look up at him. "Just so I know I'm not crossing any boundaries."

"Can't really think of anything I don't like." Shrugging your shoulders answering honestly. "I'm pretty much up for anything."

"You like to be eaten out?" Coughing all of a sudden with his abrupt question.

"Uh yeah I do." Hearing that had him winking at you. Guessing that you were going to be in for a lot of oral now.

Now wondering what his tongue would feel like against you. His tongue would probably feel like a warm, wet, thick, and soft piece of clothing. Seeming like a guy that knew a woman's body, and would probably pay special attention to your clit.

Shaking those images out of your head once you realized you were just staring. Not trying to get all turned on already. Parts of you just wanted to relax, and maybe even just get to know Pedro a little better.

"You like anal?" He threw another question at you.

"Never done it." A shiver running up your spine at the thought of him slowly pushing his cock into your ass. "I would like to try though."

"That a girl." He seemed to like that answer as he clicked his tongue at you. "I'll make sure you enjoy it."

Well now you were going to add anal to the list of things he was going to be doing to you. Not that you would have a problem you just didn't know if you would exactly like it. It's never something you really were interested in, but your main job was to keep him satisfied.

The whole point was to keep him from sleeping around with other women. Not doing the things he wanted would probably sexually frustrate him, and turn him to someone who would satiate his needs.

You were just going to have to suck it up, and do what he wanted. There may be things you didn't want to do that he might make enjoyable for you. For instance the whole anal thing. It may be something you don't find a turn on, but it he makes you feel good you'll want it more.

"Do you have a safe word?" He grinned at you lightly pushing his shoulder against yours.

"Nope never had to use one." Shaking your head a look of surprise on his face.

"Really?" He said as he leaned forward putting a hand on his hip. "I'll be sure to change that."

The way he was staring at you had the room suddenly raise a couple degrees. Your insides were swimming with desire, and you could feel your thighs clenching tightly. He was casting a spell on you that you didn't even realize.

"I think I'm gonna use the bathroom." Excusing yourself as you walked away before anything happened already.

Shutting the door behind you as you leaned both hands against the sink. Turning on the water splashing the cold water on your neck, and cheeks hoping that would cool you down. Staring at yourself in the mirror wondering if you made a good choice.

This man screamed trouble, and you were already getting nervous. Not even in the bud for five minutes, and he was already trying to get you in the bed.

Pushing a hand down your pants to feel you were already wet. Just the thought of him on top of you kissing your neck as he pounded his cock into you had you rubbing your folds.

Rubbing three fingers slowly up and down your folds gathering juices before you pushed all three of them inside of you. Lightly gasping as you felt the stretch around your fingers. Gripping on the edge of the sink as you closed you eyes.

Leaning your head back as you imagined Pedro standing in front of you with his three fingers deep inside your pussy. His fingers looked thick, and would be enough to make you cum all over them.

Letting a moan slip past your lips as you pushed them even deeper. Placing your hand over your mouth to keep your noises muffled. Surely he heard that one, but you didn't care at the moment , and you wanted to keep going.

Closing your eyes as you thrust your fingers faster. Hearing the sounds of your wet pussy echoing in the small room. Rotating your hips back and forth trying to get more of your fingers. Imaging that it was Pedro’s cock inside of you instead.

"Tsk tsk tsk." A deep voice broke you from your intimate moment making you jump pulling your fingers out. "Playing with yourself already when I'm just right here."

Staring at him as your soaked fingers were glistening in the light. You were caught red handed, and you didn't know whether to be turned on or afraid. Based off the look on his face he was turned on very much.

Standing there your feet frozen to the floor, and no words coming out of your mouth. Waiting for him to make his next move since you felt somewhat embarrassed. Nobody has ever caught you touching yourself, and of course the first time had to be Pedro.

You didn't even hear the door opening which really baffled you. Maybe you were enjoying yourself so much you didn't hear it. Mentally slapping your head for not paying more attention or locking the door at least.

"Bet that pussy is soaked for me huh?" He shut the door behind him as he stood in front of you. "Fuck I can smell you from here."

Lifting his nose in the air as he took a deep breath. Grabbing hand that was just inside you and sticking those three fingers inside of his mouth. Wrapping his fingers around them with a groan.

"Delicious." He smacked his lips as he let go of your hand. Your mouth hanging open as you watched everything unfold. "God I need you right now.

Not wasting another second he quickly turned you around. Pushing your front right up against the sink. Hands gripped your hips as he quickly pulled your pants and underwear down past your knees.

Hearing the sound of his belt and pants being pulled down as well. Looking in the mirror to see his huge and erect cock ready to action. Pre cum already leaking out the tip, and seeing his veins protruding making you gulp.

He was huge and now you were even more nervous he was going to be too huge for you. Watching as he pumped his cock a few times before he rubbed it up and down your folds to gather your arousal.

His eyes on yours as he suddenly pushed his cock inside of you making you cry out with uneven breaths. Hands tightly gripping onto the sides of the sink as you closed your eyes.

"Jesus I knew you were tight." He growled as he stayed still so you could adjust to him. "Gonna have to stretch this little pussy out."

Feeling you clench your pussy around him he took that as his cue to move. Slowly pushing himself in and out of you while he kept his hands on your hips.

His cock was filling you to the brim all the way up into your stomach. Your body moving against the sink with every movement he made. Hearing your ass cheeks clapping against him making you moan.

Every few thrusts he would rotate his hips in figure eight movements making your eyes roll into the back of your head. Not only was this man's cock huge, but he knew exactly what to do with it.

"Such a good girl taking my cock well." He complimented as he looked down to watch his cock disappear inside of you. "Pussy has been begging for this."

Your head leaning forward to press against the mirror. Mouth hanging open as little gasps and whimpers left your lips. Feeling his thrusts becoming faster, and more aggressive. Leaning up on your tippy toes to feel more of him.

It's been so long since you have felt this good. Wanting nothing more than to have his cock in you all the time now. You wanted to worship him, and you would get down on your knees and beg for his cock.

"Oh god right there." Screaming as you felt him hit your sweet spot.

"That what you want sweetheart?" His hand grabbed your neck and pulled you body back and up against his. "Fuck baby you feel so good."

Feeling your walls already tightening around him. Already on the brink of your release as you head was spinning. Your toes curling on the insides of your shoes. You didn't know how much longer you were going to last.

"Harder." You begged noticing his thrusts had slowed down. He just chuckled in your ear wanting to play a game. "Harder please."

"Say my name." He stopped almost completely making you whimper. "Say my name."

Backing your hips up into him to feel all of him, but he stilled your movements. Leaning your head back against his shoulder as he kissed aggressively against your neck. Sucking on the exposed flesh feeling blood rise to the surface.

"Pedro." Squealing out making his hand come down on your ass. Surely that was going to leave a mark.

"Say it again." He commanded as he sharply thrust his hips inside of you.

"Fuck Pedro." Hearing that was all he needed to keep going. This time he was pounding into you like he was a wild animal.

Leaning your body forward again one hand in your lower back this time. Every few seconds his hand coming down on your ass making you hiss knowing his hand print would surely show up. He would laugh though every time you squealed when he did that.

"I knew you liked to be spanked." His hands gripped your ass cheeks as he watched you back your body into his cock.

His eyes on you the whole time as he was admiring your body. Watching the way you worked, and what kinds of faces you made when he would do a certain thing. Almost like he wanted to learn what you liked the best.

You were quickly approaching your release tears brimming the corners of your eyes on the brink of your orgasm. Your stomach was starting to tighten and you felt like you had to go to the bathroom. Nails scratching against the sink the pain being overtaken by pleasure.

"Cum around my cock for me baby." He growled into your ear as he leaned over your body pulling your head up towards his chin. "Squeeze my cock."

Your back arched in a different way but it felt so good. Closing your eyes when your orgasm hit you so fast making your body shake. Pedro could feel you squeezing his cock cumming around him. A few more thrusts, and you felt Pedro’s cock twitch inside of you squirting him warm load inside of you.

Both of you trying to catch your breath. Your legs were shaking and his hands were still on your hips keeping you close to him. Pulling his cock out of you hissing at the feeling of how sensitive and sore you were.

"Jesus fuck I knew you were going to kill me with this pussy." He joked the both of you laughing as you straightened yourselves up. "God damn never had a pussy like you.”

"Well I'm not like any woman you've ever had." Coming up with a quick comeback smirking at him.

"I think you and I are going to have fun Y/N." He turned you around placing his soft lips on yours.

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runnning-outof-time · 6 months

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Couldn't resist sending another in after going through your prompt list for your 3.5K celebration again 😁!

"How do babies get made?" For Arthur. Please make this as awkward as humanly possible for him 😂😈. I can't wait ❤️!

Hey there Brummie! Thanks for sending this in! I’m sorry it took me a bit to write. I love that you chose Arthur for this one because I could just see him melting from the awkwardness! I hope I hit the mark!! Enjoy! :)

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Part of my 3.5k celebration — find other stories here!

Put On the Spot

Arthur Shelby x Reader

Warnings: awkward Arthur

Word Count: 1139

Summary: Arthur gets put on the spot when his child asks him a rather interesting question.

“Daddy!!” Arthur’s two children exclaimed in unison as they bursted through the door and found him standing by the window. He knelt down to greet them, allowing them to nearly tackle him with a hug.

“I thought I saw you two coming up the drive,” he said to the kids, glancing at the door to see (Y/N) entering the house. Their eyes locked and he sent her a smile before focusing on his children again.

“We got to go for a long walk today!” Lily, the younger of the two children, said with glee.

“Did ya?” Arthur asked with raised eyebrows, showing his interest in the story. He kept glancing up at his wife, watching as she made her way to sit on one of the chairs. The glint that was present in her eyes immediately told him that she had something to say.

“Yes! Mum let us keep going and going, all the way down to the end of our road!” Maya, the eldest, chimed in, turning to smile at her mother once she was done talking.

“That sounds like a good time. I’m sorry I missed out on it,” Arthur frowned slightly as he looked between his daughters.

“That’s ok. You can come next time!” Lily accepted his apology before quickly throwing an idea out, one that Maya was nodding incessantly at.

“I’ll join ya next time then,” Arthur agreed on it, smiling at his two girls before he set his sights on (Y/N) once more. “How did you enjoy your walk, love?” he asked as he moved over to the back of the chair she was sitting on so that he could set his hands on her shoulders.

“It was…” (Y/N) paused, trying to find the correct word to fit the situation she’d just experienced, “interesting.”

“Interesting?” Arthur questioned, his brows furrowed.

“Yes,” she affirmed.

“Interesting how?”

“Maya asked me a question that caught me completely off guard,” (Y/N) shared. Arthur’s brows furrowed deeper.

“What was the question?”

“I told her to ask you it when we returned home,” she answered as she nodded her head towards their two daughters, who were now playing. “Go ask her,” she added with a tight lipped smile.

Arthur’s eyes shifted from his wife to his daughter and back again, hesitance clear in his actions. (Y/N) raised her eyebrows at him, a non verbal way of saying ‘go on’. Arthur looked at her for a moment longer before he slowly made his way to where the girls were playing.

“Maya…” he started, at first saying the little girl’s name like he was some shy child on the playground. Come on, Arthur, she’s eight…man up, he told himself, clearing his throat and trying another angle. “Maya, your mum said you had a question for me?” he asked her, more confidence present in his tone now.

Maya looked up the second she heard her father’s voice and was nodding instantly. “Oh yeah,” she started, standing up so that she could move closer to him. “How do babies get made?” she asked in an innocent voice, looking up at her father with her big, doe eyes.

Arthur froze when he heard her question. His eyes widened and his jaw went slack as he looked over to (Y/N), who was currently biting on her cheek to stop her laughter. She expected this sort of reaction from her husband, but seeing his face drain of its color as he mentally scrambled for an answer was even more entertaining in person.

Warning bells were going off in Arthur’s mind as he tried to figure out how he was going to respond to the child’s question. He tipped his head to the side as he weighed out the paths he could possibly take. Maya may not believe an imaginary answer, but (Y/N) would sure smack me upside the head if I went the real route, he debated his choices.

“Dad?” Maya asked, wondering why it was taking so long for him to respond.

“Uhh…” Arthur drew out the word, buying himself more time, “well, why’re you askin’, sweetheart?” he asked a question of his own.

Maya was happy to answer him: “well I was thinking back to when mummy had Lily in her belly, and I knew that she was in her belly because mummy said that she came out of it. But I want to know how Lily got put in mummy’s belly. I know she wasn’t there the whole time.”

Arthur nodded along with his daughter’s statement, thankful that she was really explaining because it gave him more time to think up an answer. That still didn’t mean that he had said answer when she was done talking though. He glanced over at (Y/N) then, seeing that she was waiting expectantly for his answer.

“Well, Maya…” he trailed off, swallowing thickly, “your mum and I love each other very much, and when two people love each other like your mum and I do, they decide that they’re going to have a baby,” he explained, silently hoping that the topic would end there.

But, of course, Maya had another question: “how did the baby get into mummy’s belly?”

“Well that happens when…”

“Alright Maya, don’t you have some school work you could be doing?” (Y/N) cut Arthur off before he could stick his foot into his mouth. He sent her a surprised, and relieved, look.

“But daddy was answering my question!” the girl responded, a pout present on her face.

“There’ll be time to answer it later. You have school tomorrow and work that needs to get done. Go on,” (Y/N) stayed firm, nodding towards the staircase.

“Fine,” Maya grumbled, turning and making her way to the steps so that she could go up to her bedroom.

Arthur looked to Lily, who had been playing without a care in the world, before his eyes found (Y/N)’s. “Why did you step in?” he just had to ask.

“You wanted to keep fumbling?” (Y/N) asked with raised eyebrows.

“I wasn’t fumbling,” he insisted, although he was unable to look her in the eye as he spoke.

“If that’s what you want to tell yourself, darling,” she smiled at him as she stood from her chair. She walked over to him then, waiting until she was standing in front of him to speak again: “it was cute to watch you though,” she stated, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips before she backed away, going to ascend the stairs.

Arthur let out a huff once she was gone. He looked down at Lily and shook his head, wondering how many years would pass before she, too, was asking these types of questions. Oh how he hoped he still had some time left.

**Got a bit carried away with this one…hope y’all don’t mind!

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𝕽𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖇 • 𝕰. 𝕵𝖆𝖊𝖌𝖊𝖗: chapter two

synopsis: for as long as he could remember, eren jaeger’s only concern and love was his music..despising fame and all that came with it. That was until he was forced into a club appearance by their mutual manager and met (y/n) (l/n), a renowned pole dancer and social media’s newest rising star. After a picture of the pair together begins circulating, they find themselves at the center of a rumor mill. But with the two forming a fast friendship, will they feed into the speculation or will the rapper’s less than welcoming nature push her away?

cw: inappropriate and heavy language, drug use (mainly weed), mentions of sexual content and nudity, FaceTime (implied phone sex and masturbation), eren being a flirt, pole dancing (not stripping though), small mentions of sex toys

wc: 5.8K

📝: y’all, I’ve been enjoying this story so much, obviously. I’m going to try for weekly updates (either Saturday or Sunday) also, if you’d like to be added to the tag list for future chapters, please comment or reblog to let me know!

“Babygirl, I don’t dabble in what ifs and rumors..little too grown for all that shit. I let people believe what they want because I don’t care. As for as you and I, if you really wanna give ‘em something to talk about and make ‘em mad, then keep fucking with me..I’ll make it fun.”

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“Alright, let’s take a break right here and then we’ll run it back one more time. You’re doing great, bro. I’m loving it so far.”

the rapper could be seen nodding behind the plexiglass partition to Eren, who was talking over a microphone as he removed his head seat to pause for an intermission. For some reason or another, the famed producer seemed to be in a much better mood than he was during the previous session.

either way, he’d take this version of him over the temperamental one any day and while he was letting him rest, he’d go grab him some water. just then, the red light and buzzer, signaling that someone else was trying to enter his little lair, sounded off above the ceiling.

he’d flip the switch to unlock the door, because people loved to walk in unannounced and interrupt him so he had to remedy it. He knew it wouldn’t be long before someone came to disturb his peace and progress..

“Mr. Jaeger, Mr. Jaeger…are you in here?”

spinning around in his chair, Eren would be greeted by his wiry, red haired, hard working assistant. Who, as always, was a basket case and didn’t want to disturb his boss while he was busy. But what really annoyed him was the way he greeted him. “Floch, dude. Chill with all that ‘mister’ shit. We’re like a year apart, you can call me Eren. It’s cool, I promise.”

what he didn’t realize was that it just reminded him too much of his asshole doctor of a dad. And being remotely referred to in any capacity the same as that man, made him want to claw his own eyes out..regardless, Floch would apologize and he’d ask him to state his business so he could get back to work.

“Right, sorry sir. Well in any case, I just wanted to bring you this. Came through your email this morning..offers from like six different clubs to do an appearance, GQ and Elle both want to do interviews with you. For Ten Favorite Things and Song Association.” But if he knew anything about his employer, every last one of those were about to be declined with a quickness.

releasing a heavy sigh, the producer reclined in his seat and just shook his head.

“Dude, you already know the answer to this shit. The answer is no. And not just no, hell no.”

“I know and I apologize, but—“

but before that question could he given a proper answer, another voice intervened and interrupted their talk.

“I told him to accept them. Looks like you have a busy week ahead, buddy.”

it was none other than the maverick herself, and she seemed to be all smiles..which frightened both of them! “M-miss Ackerman!How’d you get in here?!” Floch muttered nervously, knowing better than to question her but still curious all the same.

but the musician surely wasn’t afraid to ask.

“Yes, Mikasa. That’s a good question, why the hell are you walking in my studio like you pay bills here? Better yet, why are you volunteering me for more bullshit?”

she was as much of a powerhouse as ever; intimidating and afraid of nothing, including the brown haired brat sitting in that chair. Dressed in a more casual outfit than her normal thousand dollar Givenchy and Giuseppe’s, she’d just smirk and help herself to one of the empty seats.

“Didn’t we just go over this like three days ago or are you just pretending to be stupid?”

one thing about her was that she would always meet him where he was at. If he took it low, she’d go to hell and wouldn’t stop until she won. As with everyone. You’d be a damn fool to ever challenge Mikasa to anything. She was a third generation talent in the music industry and next heiress in line to take over AMG, Ackerman Management Group.

they were the premier record label and talent agency that everyone wanted to work with. They were notorious for getting some of the biggest names their start but working hard all the same.

founded by her great uncle, Kenny, who was a popular rock singer back in the day and taken over by his son and her uncle, Levi. Who was even far more ruthless than she could ever be! he wasn't a fan of the rapper’s lackadaisical attitude in the slightest so he told her to make him get his act together or get his ass out the door. Needless to say, she didn’t want it to result in the latter. Hence why she was here.

“I’ve got a dress fitting at twelve and a meeting with my wedding planner after that so let’s make this quick. And I’d prefer if we could do it privately.” Talking bluntly as she scrolled through her Apple Watch, pecking at the screen. It didn’t take long for Floch to get a clue and kick rocks.

he’d take being on his boss’ shit list over hers any day.

regardless, he could care less and both of them to beat it so he could continue recording..once the two of them were alone, Eren stuffed his hands in his hoodie pocket and gave her a deadpan expression.

“I’m just gonna take a wild guess and say you aren’t here for a friendly chat.” “Correct again. There is more than wind between those little ears of yours.”

he really wasn’t in the mood for her nonsense so she better had made this quick! Whatever it was…

“I’m here because one, Ms. Hange asked me to send her personal regards and this…said that her club has been packed full every night since you performed and she’d love to have you back.”

handing him an envelope with a check in the amount of ninety five thousand dollars. When you were a huge name of his caliber, it came with a hefty price tag! She wasn’t mad though, because she made a couple million easily that night..the second thing on the docket though, was a tad bit more personal and something she needed to know.

it had been a week since that show and since he met (y/n), who was all over Twitter and Instagram, going viral for the simple fact she was spotted with him. And Mikasa would be damned if he screwed up this poor girl’s career this early on.

“Speaking of..you mind explaining why you and my new client are playing footsies in VIP for the entire internet to see?”

scratching her forehead as she pulled her phone up to show him the picture that had been circulating social media heavily. Which he probably knew nothing about since he never checked those damn things anyways. Poor (y/n) was probably being bombarded with more questions and threats than she knew what to do with.

“I know that shit was your idea, Eren. You get a rise out of sending people into a panic so you probably told her to kiss you. Am I right or am I right?”

without so much as another word, she just let out a frustrated huff. “So goddamned predictable..”

she was incredibly annoyed and hadn’t even been there for five minutes.

“Please don’t tell me you fu—“

“No!..what type of man do you take me for?”

“A slut, because that’s what’s you are!”

taken aback in complete offense as he playfully grabbed his chest!

she knew him well enough that he wasn’t the type to do a million random hookups but he was also a huge flirt and could charm the pants off of a snake. Which telling by that photo and the videos, it was obvious that he had this girl wrapped around his finger and vice versa so she wouldn’t be surprised if something came of it..

and he’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t feeling (y/n)…you were stunning, funny, sweet and had all types of sex appeal. Honestly, had you been the one initiating it, he definitely would’ve hit on the first night.

“Look, I’m not telling you what to do with your life but I am telling you not to get this girl caught up in some weird nonsense. She’s got a bright future ahead of her and the last thing she needs is to be messed up by the industry’s favorite misfit.”

rolling his eyes, Eren leaned back in his chair before grabbing his water bottle.

truth be told, the only thing on his mind was making music and getting this album finished. He didn’t have time to lay up with you or anybody else.

“Mika, if I wanted a lecture, I’d go call my mom and let her bitch at me. Thank you for the check but I promise, you don’t have to worry about anything. I barely know the girl, we did as you asked and that was it. Now if you’d be so kind as to get the hell out so I can finish working, I'd be very grateful.”

at this point, it was the best thing. He was hard headed as hell and knew he’d go against her out of spite. Still, a small part of her was happy to see him smiling for once and if you had managed to bring that side out for just a moment, then she was fine.

“Fine, I’ll leave you and your rat’s nest to it. Just remember what I said.”

demanding as she rose from her seat and began to leave. But of course, he couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease her. They were best friends before they were manager and client.

“Yeah whatever..hey, speaking of rats, where’s your ugly fiancé?”

clicking her tongue into her cheek, Mikasa just rolled her eyes and dismissed the comment. She knew that they didn’t and probably would never get along but she also knew Eren was an asshole.

“You’re such a jackass, I swear.” declaring before turning on her heel and heading towards the door.

“You know he got a face that can’t be seen in the daylight. You’re gonna scare my neighbors.” cracking up as he joked on the rival artist.

all he received in return is a middle finger from his manager! “I love you, Mika!” she was so used to his annoying behavior that she just tuned out half the time. Now that she had left though, it was time to get back to what really mattered and that was working his magic on another project.

just then, his friend and fellow rapper, Connie Springer reentered the studio, ready to finish out the second half of this session.

“Aye bro, you ready?” He’d ask from behind the partition as he placed his headphones back on. However, there was one thing Eren needed to take care of beforehand. Grabbing his phone, he’d scroll and search for a particular contact..one that hadn’t left his head since Saturday.

he couldn’t believe that someone actually had his attention..and he hated it! But still, it’d be nice to hear from you again.

staring at the screen for just a minute, he’d contemplate sending the message he had typed before setting it down and getting back to the grind.

“Yeah, I’m ready, bro. Let’s run that last shit back.”

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meanwhile, somewhere a couple states away, (y/n) was working diligently on your craft as well. Preparing to perform alongside the headliner for a music festival and you had to ensure that not only yourself but the entire collective was on their A-Game.

“Alright, we all go up on three count, heel click at five and come down on eight. Got it?”

a group of five other ladies looked back at you and nodded with reassurance as you stood before them in front of the pole classroom at the Allure Dance Studio. The premier studio where you and your team had practiced for many years now.

The Pole Assassins consisted of yourself, Janae James, Syrai Hughes, Kellie Grant, Niesha Daniels and Brianne Scott. Some of the most talented performers; some of them well versed in a multitude of dance styles and having served as backup for so many artists..ranging from SZA, Megan The Stallion to Rihanna and many other household names.

although there was a huge misconception that all of you were just strippers turned social media stars, that wasn’t the case. Granted, there wasn’t a single thing wrong with that because Syrai and Brianne did happen to get their start at the infamous Blue Flame in Atlanta.

regardless of where all of you came from, you were here now and getting backup performers their much deserved recognition.

in another year’s tops, you wanted to organize your own tour..traveling across the country to show off the illustrious skills and art of pole. Help break the stigma and bias towards the trade..

but at the moment, duty called and there was so much to do before the show in a couple days. At the moment though, what you all could use was a much needed break! “Alright y’all, let’s rest for thirty and then get back to it.”

all the ladies exhaled a sigh of relief and dispersed for the time being. That was all except one..your best and closest friend, Niesha. Everyone on the team had a close bond and considered yourselves sisters but you and Niesha had known each other since childhood.

she lingered around, taking a sip from her water bottle before collapsing near her designated pole.

“Damn bitch, I knew you worked hard but you straight slave driving us today.”

joking as you walked towards her, playfully swinging a towel at her. You couldn’t help but laugh because your reputation as a perfectionist preceded you. Everything you put your name on was done to the precise tee or not at all!

and although the rest of them were gracious for your hard work and leadership, they were no stranger to that obsessive behavior and rigorous training.

“Was I that bad?” muttering and giggling as you took a seat next to her.

“Nah baby, you good..but the last time I saw you go this hard, you were fighting with your ex nigga and your family. What’s on your mind?”

Niesha was the jokester of the troupe but she was also a sweetheart. She never let any of you have a bad day or stay there for long..releasing a sigh, you’d take a swig of the chilled water, positioning yourself on the backs of your seven inch clear Pleasers.

“I’m good, I’m just trying to make sure we do this right, ‘s all. I want us on that next level so I’m pushing hard this year.”

Niesha would nod, seconding the sentiment. She knew you well enough to know that was the case but also, couldn’t help but feel as though something else was at play here..clicking her tongue in her cheek, she’d smirk and glare over at you.

“Yeah..or the fact that you all over the internet right now and you’re trying to forget it.” And there it was. She had called your bluff yet again..as a true best friend would! Doubling over in laughter, she’d watch your expression change and couldn’t help but to cackle about it.

if it’s one thing she knew about you, it was that this fame thing would never quite register. Unlike her and the rest of the girls, you did not attend these industry parties or accept hotel room invitations.

once whatever job you were hired for was finished, you were the first to dip..you didn’t get starstruck or fawn over the million different famous faces. You simply wanted to dance and that was that. But if there was one person that stance was broken for..it was the man who was featured in the circulating photo with you.

but it was bittersweet, considering the fact that every other comment was basically alluding to the fact that y’all were fucking or that you needed his name for some half assed attempt at getting clout. Which was a complete lie because in the entire week you had known him, you only spoke for a little while before your work pulled you both away. There was no agenda or networking..just a nice vibe and you wanted it to stay that way.

“Girl, ion know why you even tripping. That man is so fine, I wouldn’t give a fuck about what these people got to say. Especially the way he was all up on you? Chile, you a better woman than me..I know I would’ve folded.” that’s exactly why you loved her! She was your exact opposite and afraid of nothing. Shame and judgment didn’t exist and she lived everyday to the fullest, doing whatever made Niesha happy.

smacking your lips, you’d dismiss her argument. As right as she was, you couldn’t allow yourself to get carried away.

it wasn’t as if something would come of the little exchange. It was a job and nothing more. By now, you were certain he had forgotten all about you and was on to the next model or singer on his roster. meanwhile, you were being called a ho and clout addict by the illiterate rap pages and bloggers..not to mention his hormonal fangirls who probably had a shrine of him in their bedrooms.

you heard the rumors about how he operated but you couldn’t help but feel that they were just that: rumors.

because he didn’t do a million interviews or put his business on front street, these shady reporters did the next best thing and constructed lies to get their clout and coins up.

“Be for real, Niesha. You know that man probably doesn't even remember me. Besides, he only did that because they were taking pictures and annoying him.”

“Right. And if I was you, I would’ve gave they asses something to snap. You had Eren fucking Jaeger touching all over you in the middle of the club and didn’t give that man no pussy? You crazy. Listen, they would’ve just had to hate me.” all you could do was laugh at this point because she was serious and you had to respect it..at least she was honest!

“Do you hear yourself right now? I don’t care who it is, I’m not fucking on no random man after only three hours of knowing him. He was real sweet, we had a good time…even smoked a lil’ bit after the club but that’s as far as it went and will go. I’m not ‘bout to be on the front page of TheShadeRoom every week, fighting hoes in the comments. Not over him or nobody else.”

she knew there was no changing your mind but she considered the fact that you had been going hard non stop since you all had made it big. No breaks, no relaxations and damn sure no man in your life..tapped into multiple lines of work but never taking time for (y/n).

so what if he did one night you? That the two of you would’ve gone back to your hotel and let him put those lyrics to the test? No one would have cared or blamed you for doing so. You were a young woman, a very beautiful one at that it so made no sense to sit here and let that allude you. Nothing was wrong with dating and

“Girl, I think you just need to stop letting stuff get to you. I know you don’t want to hear this but it comes with the game. These bitches gone’ talk shit regardless and if you wanna be out there and have Pole Assassins all over the world, then I think you need to get a bit of thicker skin and let it roll off your back. They don’t pay your bills so don’t pay they asses no mind. Period.”

she was right! No need in dwelling over something that couldn’t be undone. You two enjoyed yourselves so there was nothing to regret, even if it was short lived. Meeting him was a top five experience in your life and career, even if that was the first and last time…rising from her spot, heels clicking against the previously polished sandalwood floors, marked by your scuffing.

“As for mister EJ, if he does by some miracle remember you, don’t fumble that bag, bitch. It’s time to put (y/n) first and stop worrying about an image. He obviously don’t care so why should you?”

letting out a loud huff, you’d stand up as well and stretch your limbs. It was no point in denying the truth..someone was going to have an opinion, good or bad. Something that Eren had probably learned early on and it was your turn now to do the same. Especially if you wanted to achieve all these wild dreams and see (y/n) (l/n) up in lights…

“Yeah, yeah. Damn I hate that you always right..”

you just hoped that it wouldn’t be for all the wrong reasons..

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later that evening..

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darkness had all but settled over the bustling city of Miami but it was most certainly a place that never slept. Parties, clubs, bars and adult playgrounds alike..you’d definitely find your poison there. Something to suit a vice of every kind. It was also a place, notorious for the amount of celebrities that resided there, including Eren himself. However, he didn’t partake in the late night culture much or being around people at all for that matter. Granted, it was a far cry from his hometown of northern Jersey but at the fresh age of sixteen, he made the move all by his lonesome to South Florida and hadn’t looked back since. It was something that kept his family at odds for years and baffled his friends all the same.

they thought he was insane for choosing to leave a life of comfortability and luxury, just to chase this dream of making music. To voluntarily couch surf and sleep in cars all because they didn’t support him…it seemed crazy but it was a necessary sacrifice. He could’ve easily followed in his father and older brother’s footsteps; dealing with sick people or sitting in a chair with a note pad, listening to people bitch about their problems. But he’d much rather go mop the entire sea floor of Miami Beach before being in their shoes. So he stayed diligent, drowning out any noise that refuted his goals and went hard. He worked at Foot Locker during the day and done a few..illegal things at night to fund his engineering education. Fast forward almost ten years later and it had paid off major. Three Grammys; two for album of the year, one for songwriting, four VMA’s, and even an Emmy for a song he once produced in a movie. His resume was quite stacked and impressive for being so young. And the bank account matched!

with a net worth of over thirty million, it was no wonder that he was the topic of discussion every other week. Wondering how he did it..what his secret was and what he was going to do next. At the moment though..he was enjoying the fruits of his tireless labor.. but without squaring away the remained of his business first!.. “Listen, I heard the song and that shit go crazy…bro, I’m telling you, this the next single!..imma be flying out there next week for a shoot and you already know what I’m on. Let’s link and make this shit happen. I just got my second studio out there and I’m ready to go to work. I’ll send my verse in the morning..”

the rapper spoke into his AirPods as he conversed with excitement on his face. When it came to creating, that’s what truly made him smile. All that other stuff, they could keep. On the other end, was a fellow artist that had been dying to work with the famous producer. Not just to mix and master the music but have him on the song as well and getting an EJ The Don feature was like getting the rarest Pokémon you could find. He was a hot commodity, even after all these years and still hadn’t reached his prime! It was a great feeling because his best work was yet to come. For now though, what he needed was rest! “Aight, man. I’ll talk to you later..bye.”

ending the call shortly after before settling into his massive king bed with the pillow top mattress. Covered in neatly tucked silk sheets and fluffy comforters..all courtesy of his wonderful housekeeping staff. Which consisted of seven people that kept his ten thousand square foot, three story mansion spotless. Six bedrooms and baths, a mini theater, game room, home gym and an infinity pool with a jacuzzi in the spacious backyard. Not to mention, the all black Wraith, cobalt blue Maserati and two muscle cars sitting in the five car garage. To say he lived lavish was an understatement and the best part was..he did it all on his lonesome. Not a red cent of his doctor daddy’s money like everyone loved to claim.

but one thing about him, is that he didn’t give the first, second or third fuck about anyone’s opinions. He had the life that they could only dream of and no amount of comments or commentary videos would stop him. Having freshly showered, the musician ties his shoulder length shag into a bun..completely topless; covered only by his tattoos and donning grey sweats as he climbed into bed. On the nightstand sat his phone and a pre rolled blunt, awaiting his ignition. After the stressful day he’d had, he most certainly needed it.

despite his rampant success and having anything he wanted at his disposal..there was something missing that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Unlike most of his cohorts, he didn’t do well with company. Having a house full of strangers to fill a void or laying up with a bitch he didn’t know the first thing about was not his ministry. He’d rather be alone in the solitude of his fortress before going out sad like that..still, like anyone, he did long to have someone around, at least to talk to.

his two best friends: one, a philandering playboy with more bodies than the morgue and the other, a soon to be married woman with a husband that hated his guts had no time to kick it with him, as their schedules just didn’t permit it. Reluctantly, Eren grabbed the phone from the nightstand and scrolled for a minute. It was very rate that he even picked that thing up because he was just jaded by social media and folks in general. But it was the closest he’d get to human interaction right now.

placing his blunt between his lips, he’d grasp the lighter sitting next to it and spark a flame, allowing the air to permeate his lungs. There wasn’t a better feeling in the world!..but it was about to get that much better when he flicked his thumb across the screen to scroll up his very bare feed, completely ignoring the thousands of notifications and spotted something in the recommended tab..

@(socialmedianame) Worked on a little something today with the girls..can’t wait to be on the stage at Rolling Loud. ♥️”

a video with a familiar song, a very familiar face..and a pretty infamous body too was seen twirling around a pole to one of his tracks, doing a variety of stunts until she went spread leg in the air and then landed on the floor in a split! To say he was impressed would be an understatement. Stretching those big green eyes, the rapper replayed the reel at least a couple times before becoming completely entranced..he couldn’t stop staring at the woman or her movements. Out of complete curiosity, he’d click the user and there she would appear..

(Y/N): the one who had been on his mind constantly. And that much was proven by the fact that he was even lurking on your page because he never even bothered to check in anyone. But after only seeing a couple pictures, that infatuation grew tenfold. From the aesthetically pleasing photos of you in some sexy outfit, to the videos of you twerking to a new song as you sported a string bikini. Now, he had had his fair share of women and seen all types of girls throughout the tenure of his career but not one of them would EVER come close to being as bad as you..that pretty brown skin tone, perfect hair, nails and makeup..an absolute beauty. Of course, he was a man before anything so his attention averted to that ass, which was sitting..

he’d never admit it but he had watched it far more times than he should’ve been proud of. One perk of being alone in this big house was that he was free to do as he pleased..which included cupping a hand around his bulge and release a huff while watching that thickness move like water. “Damn (y/n)…”

it made no sense how fine you were and how mesmerized he was..the fantasies running through his head right now were not thoughts unbecoming of a renowned recording artist. But something would soon snap the singer out of his trance and that was a call from (y/n) yourself! Not was he expecting but he’d quickly pull himself together to accept. “Fuck.” Mumbling underneath his breath, Eren swiped over and in a matter of seconds, your pretty face was on the other end in real time.

“What’s good?”

his deep set voice speaking out and immediately catching you off guard..not because it scared you but that tone done something to you. He played it so cool that you wouldn’t have even known that you had him sweating bullets a few minutes ago!

“I’m just now getting in, sorry about calling you this late..I didn’t see your text until now so I figured I’d say hey.”

now, if anyone else had been hitting his line that late, they would’ve been getting cussed out from A to Z but for you? He was happy as hell to hear your voice and even happier to see that smile. Something he didn’t believe he had ever experienced. Yet here he was imploding with joy..blowing a cloud of smoke, he’d eye you up and down before speaking again.

“Nah, you fine. Glad you did…” from there, the two of you proceeded to talk about your days, exchanging laughs and stealing glances of one another through the camera lenses. You were in your hotel room, just now making it back from a photo shoot and fine wasn’t even the word to describe the look. Face beat to perfection, long thirty inch jet black hair laid and a skimpy two piece on your curvy body. “You look pretty. Like that outfit on you..” the compliment making your stomach flutter in return. For some reason, conversation flowed so casually with him. This was the first time that you had actually seen his face since the club and you didn’t even feel nervous. The fact that you even had his number was still a shock but it was nice.

however, there was a huge elephant in the room that would inevitably take over your chat. “So Miss Ackerman called me today..” the words making him visibly irritated because his mind immediately reverted back to their talk earlier in the day. He despised being told what to do but as he was certain she gave him that advice, he was sure she had given you the same lecture. “Oh yeah? You got a visit from the wicked witch too? What she say?” Playing oblivious as he absentmindedly turned on the TV to distract himself. Meanwhile, you’d giggle and prepare to put your hair up. Unbeknownst, she had already gotten on his ass but you’d be completely honest.

“She said she was really happy with the club performance and that she’d be happy for us to come back and host any time. Which again, I have to say thank you for helping me. I don’t know if I would’ve been able to do it without you.” nodding gently as he looked at you. It was his pleasure because your paths probably would’ve never crossed regardless. Which may have been for the best, considering that you were being dogpiled simply for being associated with his namesake. But Eren wasn’t much for small talk and he could tell by the look on your face that something was bothering you..

“And what else did she say?”

the question caught you off guard but there was no use in lying. Might as well be upfront because knowing him, he was completely oblivious to the whole situation. “..I’m assuming you don’t know about the picture then, huh?” letting out a soft cackle, he’d simply shrug his shoulders before pursing his lips together for another hit. “I’ve been made aware..why? What’s up?” It was as if nothing ever got underneath his skin. Which was more than what could be said about you because for the past few days, they had managed to piss you off something serious! As you stood before your bathroom mirror, you’d section off those locks into sections; placing them in rollers for the night.

“Well, they out here saying we fucking. Talking shit and making up stuff..so annoying.”

without so much as the raise of an eyebrow or change in expression, EJ blew his third consecutive puff and dismissed it, which you figured it was because of his long term tenure in the industry and he was accustom to having his name used for clickbait. It was another day for him but you weren’t exactly privy to it so he’d try to ease your mind…at least in the best way he knew how!

“I mean…I’ll prove ‘em right if that’s what they want.” muttering so casually that you’d blurt out a laugh and smack your lips. “You know what?” eventually, he’d start laughing as well and sit up, now staring you straight in the face. “But for real, that don’t bother you? They just making shit up, playing on yo’ name like that?”

the question was all but rhetorical, still her answer truthfully and let you know exactly what the deal was! “Yeah, cause imma be mad that they’re saying I had sex with a beautiful girl. Oh, the horror..” that sarcasm was something you’d hav to get used to quickly if you wanted to be his friend and not many people had the patience to put up with it. You found it refreshing though.

that’s when he’d say something yet again to take all of those thoughts and say to hell with them.

the absolute and sure fire conviction in his words was so attractive! That nonchalantness was so sexy and you couldn’t help but wish that they were correct in their statements. Gliding your tongue across your lips, you’d just smirk and try to feint your true feelings. He was problems..that much was certain but were you truly prepared to deal with them? Was Niesha right about what she said?..what should you do?..

“Mmmm, can’t tell if you threatening me with a good time or what?”

“Shit..come find out.”

he really did play too much!

while you were busy contemplating, he’d set the phone down and you’d catch a glimpse of his chiseled physique and you wanted to jump through the screen. You should not have had this much tension and attraction to a man you barely knew but honestly, how many girls would kill to be in your spot? FaceTiming with everyone’s celeb crush. Hell, you wanted to put it in the camera for him!

“..well I gotta go. I’m happy you called me, beautiful. Get you some rest, alright? And don’t let these dumbass people get to you..”

you didn’t even try to attest and would tell him goodnight because you definitely needed to get out of these clothes and into a hot shower. “I’ll try. Goodnight..”

and with that, the line would disconnect, leaving you both to reflect on the conversation and all of the intrusive thoughts that plagued your minds during and had to suppress out of respect for one another but when you hung up, you couldn’t help but to think about what he said:

“If you really wanna make ‘em mad, keep fucking with me..”

it was a dangerous game messing with him but maybe it was time to live a little. You could only imagine what it would actually be like..unfortunately though, that was all you could do. Imagine! Throughout the duration of that call, you were trying to hold it together but that was a problem and a half.

letting out a loud sigh, (y/n) proceeded to continue that nighttime routine and get ready to settle down for the night and you knew just the way to relax..

“I’m so glad I brought that damn rose toy with me..imma need it.”

you doubted that this rumor would come to fruition anytime soon but it didn’t hurt to improvise.

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One Way or Another

Series Masterlist

Warnings: dark elements but nothing too graphic in this one.

Please leave me some feedback either in a reblog or an ask! Likes are always appreciated as well. You know I love yall and hell yeah, you love Professor Steve.

Your last exam is over and you feel a sense of freedom lurking ahead. You can't be certain until you get your grades but with all your effort, you can't imagine you'll fall short. Now you have the whole holiday to recover. Well, you only hope it's refreshing.

Your dorm feels eerily empty so you happily hop at Jensen’s text. He still has a few roommates hanging around so you suggest he comes over. You tidy frantically, trying to hide the remnants of your studious sloth.

When he gets there, you have Netflix mindlessly playing. There's a giddiness to meeting without the lurking stress of classes or exams. No worries, just each other.

You sit on your desk chair as he admires the amiibo collection on your shelf. He sucks his teeth and turns to you with a suspicious leer.

"You didn't tell me had the special edition Link with his mastersword…" he drawls accusatorily.

"Oh, did you ask?" You stick your tongue out.

He rolls his eyes and spins, sitting heavily on your coverlet, the pattern of blue flowers on white, adding an extra dainty effect to your room, a stark contrast to his nerd cave.

"So…" he wiggles his eyebrows as he rubs the bedspread beside him.

"So," you put on a sultry tone and grin, "I thought we could do something special," you stand as seductively as you know how. It feels more awkward than sexy. "A very, very special and intimate thing…"

His eyes round as you come close and put your hands on his shoulders. You feel him tense and flex as you climb onto his lap. You straddle him and run your thumbs along his sideburns. You pull him into a kiss, slipping a taste of your tongue before you part and flutter your lashes.

"Grocery shopping!" You chime and he croaks, stifling a whimper.

"Grocery shopping?" He gulps.

"Uh huh! We can go amd pick out everything we need for or little holiday dinner and then we can come back a play some Mariokart. You said you'd bring your switch right?"

"Mariokart…" he chokes out, shifting under you, hands tentative on your hips.

"And maybe some snuggles," you giggle and lean in, kissing him deeper.

His hand shoot up your back, latching onto your neck as he keeps you from escaping again. He falls back with you but cries out as his teeth sink into your lip. You rip away from him as he touches the back of his skull where he knocked it off the wall.

You dab your lip and laugh, it's painfully fun.

"Hope you don't mind closer quarters," you tease as he pushes himself up.

"With you… the better? Is the shower big?" He winks.

"Alright, alright," you pat his chest and climb off him as you blush, "one thing at a time, let's make a list…"

"Can't we do this tomorrow?"

"The longer we wait, the busier it'll be. And besides, once we're back, I don't wanna go anywhere," you turn back and send him a look, "just you and me Jen. I wanna enjoy every second."

He huffs and clears his throat, shimmying closer to the edge. He tugs at the top of his jeans and you snatch up your phone as he adjusts his perch on the bed. Maybe it is a bit cruel but you can't help but feel flattered by his squirming.

📚

Your cart isn’t full. You don’t have much of a budget to stretch and a very economical list. Boxed stuff and turkey legs instead of the full to-do, some veggies you can manage to cook in your measly collection of pots, some cranberry sauce all for you since Jensen doesn’t enjoy it, and some buns.

“Just need to find the perfect pie,” Jensen says as he leans on the handle of the cart, “cherry?”

“Uh, pumpkin, duh.”

“Pumpkin, really?” He scowls.

“Hey, are you gonna shoot down all my suggestions?”

“Who says we can’t compromise… apple?”

“Fine, apple– oh, I forgot some more tea. I’m out of bags. Why don’t you go get in line and I’ll run to get that.”

“I don’t mind, you know I’ll follow you wherever,” he smirks crookedly.

“As cute as you are, I don’t want the checkout to get any more hectic,” you glance over at the dozen lanes open and binging.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.”

“You can survive without me,” you squeeze his arm, pausing to feel his thick bicep. Oh.

“Went up a weight set,” he gloats as he stands straight and bends his arm to emphasize his muscle, “I’ll let you have a closer look later.”

“Please, tone it down,” you shake your head.

“Says the one feeling me up in the pastry section,” he tuts, “I’ll go and brave the hordes.”

“Right,” you scoff and leave him.

As you turn, you nearly run into another shopper. The place is buzzing with the pre-holiday crowds. You dodge and sneak between two tables of discount sugar cookies.

You head along the dairy section, the refrigeration chilling you through your unzipped jacket, and you weave between carts and bodies. You dip down the coffee section and wait for a couple to move out of the way of the tea. You toe in and peruse the labels, looking for your exact brand and leaf.

You find the tag but the spot is empty. Of course! It’s always gone. You frown and search for an alternative. At the very top shelf, you see the reserves. You peak the purple label of your tea. You just need to reach it.

You stand on your toes and stretch out, leaning to grasp for air. Another hand swoops up and grabs the box with ease. You wince and put your feet flat, glancing over at the helpful stranger as he holds out the tea.

“Thanks, I–”

The box moves out of your reach as you come face to face with Professor Rogers. You take a step back, hitting someone else, only to inch back towards the last person you expected or wanted to see. You almost pout as he gives a thought look to the tea.

“Huh, English Breakfast, I would’ve guessed Earl Grey,” he remarks as his blue eyes flick up.

“Professor,” you utter.

“Got a big dinner planned?” He asks, his tone gristly as his glare bores into you.

“Not really,” you lie and turn back to the shelf, “uh, sorry, I thought… I was just grabbing this.”

You grab the yellow box of cheap orange pekoe but before you can flee, he grips your arm, holding you in place as he leans in. You shudder as his breath fans over you as he bends to nuzzle your hair.

“I know you’re with him. Playing fucking house. Enjoy the game while it lasts,” he growls, “cause I’m not playing any more.”

He lets you go as you tear away from him and you nearly topple over. You sputter and look around for some help. Everyone else is too entranced by their own lists and hunts for the next item.

“Get away,” you hiss.

“Don’t flatter yourself,” he mutters under his breath as he drops the box in his basket, “you’re not worth that much trouble. But one day you’ll be alone. Or you’ll think are…”

He slowly pivots and puffs out his chest. He lets out a snicker and you see the flicker in his face, like a shadow passing over. It flies away and he reaches past an older woman to grab the bag of sugar she’s straining for.

“Allow me, miss,” he says to her adoring gaze.

You don’t stick around to see the performance. You know what Professor Rogers is and you know that now that he’s shown you, there’s nothing holding him back.

#steve rogers #dark steve rogers #dark!steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #drabble #series #au #professor!steve #college au #one #captain america #avengers #mcu #marvel

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~Master List~

Appreciation to all of these amazing writers on here and other platforms! you guys are truly amazing, and I just want to put your stories further out there with this list! If you wish for me to take your story off this list, please let me know and I will.

All things Bucky Barnes, Chris Evans, and Sebastian Stan!! Tumblr, Wattpad, and AO3. Some of my favorite stories and ones I want to read!

realistically I will be adding more people and charactors as I go so keep checking back for more stories!!!

All of the stories are Female!Reader unless specified otherwise

If you have any recommendations, please let me know and I’ll read/add them!

Reblogs are always appreciated so more people can have this list!!

Enjoy! <33

(this post was originally Only Bucky Barnes but is now for Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans as well and due to editing issues ive had to make new post to split up the people/ charactors)

Sebastain Stan Master List

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eoieopda · 8 months

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[visual content blog recommendations]

we see fic recs all the time, but i don’t think i’ve ever seen rec lists for visual content (gif/art/gfx/etc.) creators! they’ve been dealing with a bunch of shit lately between reposts, tumblr garbage, etc., so i wanna shout-out some favorites. thank you for keeping us fed!!

disclaimer: this is not an exhaustive list!! if you have recommendations of your own, please feel free to expand on this yourself and/or drop some of your faves in the replies for others to see. self-promo is always welcome here, too ✨ p.s. some of these are recent finds for me, so pls expect to see more of them on my blog. eta: i will be adding more as i go!!

[bts]

@yooboobies — réka’s gif sets are *chef’s kiss* and the ART? omg. the talent!!! 😭 we simply have to simp.

@cordiallyfuturedwight — apart from being one of the coolest/funniest people i’ve found on army tumblr, i am a kayla stan because the niche themes for her gif sets (ex. bangtan turtlenecks series) feel like they’re made 👏🏻 for 👏🏻 me 👏🏻 even though they absolutely aren’t, lmao.

@hopeinthebox — the bts as reductress headline + incorrect bangtan series are probably my favorite pieces of content on the entire internet??? also, lizzy is absolutely gd hilarious. tags are 11/10. a blessing upon my dash.

@kimtaegis — i’m not visually artistic enough to say this in a way that makes sense, but annie’s gifs are just… stunning? like, the colors? idk about the process that goes into that, but i imagine it takes a lot of time/finesse to be this vivid.

@kithtaehyung — ryen is the renaissance man of army tumblr, fr. not only can she write (like!!!) but she’s multi-faceted and insanely creative with her graphic design. i want her to tutor me, lmao.

@raplinenthusiasts — ooohhhhh my god. the coloring of their gifs makes my brain go brrrrtttt. this bts x the office set is on my “always reblog” list; i’ll share it every time i come across it.

@heybaetae — this set in particular is on my “always reblog” list, no matter how many times i’ve done so already. also, idk how to describe this, but kelli’s gifs are just…. crispy 🤌🏻 like, so satisfying with the…. texture? filtering? contrast? i’m an idiot re: editing terms, but go peep them and you’ll know what i’m trying to say.

@kth1 — literally who could ever forget maggie’s 100 days of (member) series??? the amount of work that had to go into that? unfathomable.

@jeurias — i want to wallpaper my house and office with their gfx. i’m deadass.

@jinstronaut — emmeline has been doing her “a jin a day while he’s away” series for OVER 250 DAYS NOW. i have never been nor will i ever be able to commit to anything to this level.

[multi/skz/atz/svt/etc.]

@starryoong — do not get me started on starry’s paintings, sketches, etc. because i will never shut up. ever. j’adore 🫠 is also a five-star human being.

@irlvernon — my queue is probably 80% max gifs at any given time. god-tier, fr. a must-follow for carats, as far as i’m concerned.

@vcrnons — incredible gifs, lovely human, and also the writer of some of my favorite svt fics??? we stan.

@yelhsaart — i don’t have any words for how much i love their art so please imagine guttural screaming instead. asdfghjkl!!!

@hizuillu — ……breathtaking. legitimately stunning skz art. like…… i have heart palpitations.

@snug-gyu — THE USE OF COLORS. i’m always a simp for pantone-inspired sets; they just scratch an itch in the back of my brain, and BOY HOWDY, is my brain satisfied 😵‍💫

@yunwooz — again, i have no idea what i’m talking about when it comes to the gif-making process, but the colors!!! the COLORS!!! like, taking a mv that’s not super vivid/is fairly greyscale and bringing it to life? ya know????

@booskwan — you want incredible gifs? they’ve got em. you want stunning gfx? they’ve got em. seriously, idk what to tell you except “pause right here and go follow immediately”.

@haechannabelle — listen……. annabelle’s art style is 😗🤌🏻 (that’s a chef’s kiss). the use of color, and the technique, and and and — ! ALSO, i must mention that she took, like, 50 hours to compile a boycott-friendly k-pop playlist. their vibes are simply impeccable.

rev. 4/10/24

#bts #skz #atz #svt #gfx recs #gif recs #art recs #jade speaks

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Chosen For Pleasure (VII)

Series Masterlist/Warnings

Tag List: @ladysparkles78 @suckitands33 @little-x-wolf @stoneyggirl2 @creative-writing92 @jc-winchester @mrsjenniferwinchester @lessons-of-red @jamerlynn @deans-baby-momma @willow-sages @ritz-hell-hotel @perpetualabsurdity @mhessellund @itzabbyxx @chriszgirl92 @abbybarnesstuff @larrem88 @commonsenseishard (we are growing bigger and bigger! if you would like to be added to the growing list, please send me an ask or a message so I can keep track better! xoxo)

I’m making this part extra long as appreciation for all the love you’ve shown me and this story, (over 100 followers already, over 100 reblogs.. that’s crazy!) it will also help move the story along…I’m so sorry for this…. ya’ll ain’t ready!

“call me as soon as you land so I know you made it safely.” Stella says giving me one last hug.

“I will.” I said squeezing her.

I was boarding my flight to California to see my mom. I thought that Jensen would have at least said goodbye, but he was really busy and I understood that. It wasn’t a terribly long flight to Santa Cruz, I kept my mind occupied with a book. As soon as I got off the plane I saw a familiar face waiting for me. I smiled dropping my bag and ran to hug my mother.

“look at you, you look so different.” my mom said placing a hand to my cheek.

“mom it hasn’t been that long.” I laughed.

“I know, I just mean you look happier, you’re glowing different.” she smiles.

I returned her grin grabbing my stuff and following her to the car.

“Richard is so excited to meet you.”

“you look happier too mom.”

I pulled out my phone to text Stella as I had promised. I furrowed my eyebrows seeing I had a missed called from Jensen. I quickly dialed him.

“thought you forgot about me for some surfer dude already.” He joked as he answered.

“a surfer dude? nah that’s not really my type, I prefer the uptight actors turned businessmen.” I shot back.

“woah woah I am not uptight.”

“just a little.”

“not at all.” He defended.

“whatever you say Ackles.”

there was a moment of silence.

“I uh wanted to tell you to have a good time with your mom, I meant to call but I’ve been trying to negotiate this deal for a new property but uh she’s not biting.”

“she?” I said hesitantly.

“the seller, she’s kind of stubborn, reminds me of someone else I know.”

“I am not stubborn.” I defended quickly.

“just a little.” He laughs mocking me from just seconds earlier.

“okay maybe a little.” I laughed.

His laughter grew too.

“but I can admit my flaws.” I huffed.

“yeah I think I’ll save that conversation for another time, but hey I gotta go, meeting in five minutes.”

“Jensen?”

“Yeah?”

“Thanks”

“Say hi to your mom for me.” He said before hanging up the phone.

I could feel the smile on my face get just a bit bigger. He was trying.

Before I knew it we were pulling in to the driveway of my mom’s house. A man stood there waving at me. I watched my mom hop out wrapping her arms around Richard. He leaned down kissing her lips. I was really happy for her. I got out of the car walking to him.

“I’m so happy to meet you, I’ve heard so much about you, I’m Richard.” He said pulling me in for a hug.

I was nine when my father passed, I remembered him fondly. He was warm and kind. Richard kind of reminds me of him. I could tell I was going to like him. Once I got settled we had dinner, my mom and Richard were telling me the story of how they met. They looked so happy. So in love.

I thought back to Jensen. I wasn’t sure where we stood, we’re we dating, we’re we truly just friends with benefits?I was trying to be patient like Jared said but it was really hard when I felt like he was holding a lot back. I found the more I was with him, the harder it was getting to stay away. I was falling in love with him, and that scared the hell out of me.

Nightfall had come quickly. I said goodnight to my mom and Richard, settling down for the night. I couldn’t stop thinking about Jensen. I pulled out my phone sending him a text.

:california is boring without you… but lately everywhere is boring with you.

I bit my lip waiting for a reply. When it didn’t come right away I started to overthink. Was I getting too close? Was that too clingy? I saw the chat bubbles pop up as he typed a reply.

:having dinner with the seller tonight, hoping to finish deal.

:oh, like just you and her?

:don’t worry about it.

I sighed setting my phone on the night stand. Once again he pushes away when I try to get close. My phone buzzed on the side table prompting me to pick it up. I saw it was Jensen calling. I didn’t bother to answer. He told me not to worry, so I wasn’t.

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I awoke to the warm California sun shining in to my eyes. I checked my phone seeing three missed calls from Jensen. I sighed about to redial him when my mom burst in to the room.

“get dressed, we’re going to the country club for breakfast, they have the best mimosas you’ve ever tasted!”

I laughed at her antics.

Jensen could wait. I needed a drink.

I threw on a simple sundress meeting my mom in the car. I took in the beautiful sights as she drove. I had never been to a country club before, but this place was pretty nice. We sat down ordering two mimosas.

“so, tell me about this guy.” my mom smiled sipping her drink.

Of course she wanted to talk about Jensen.

“what do you want to know?” I asked taking large gulps of mine.

Damn these were good.

“I don’t know, everything.”

I scoffed choking back a laugh. So would I.

“Uh there’s not much to know, he’s kind of closed off.” I said before chewing my bottom lip.

“what do you mean darling?”

“I mean, it’s complicated mama, one minute everything’s great and the next he shuts down. It’s like he’s afraid of me getting too close, so he pushes me away.”

I sighed chugging the rest of my drink. I definitely needed this.

“maybe he is, did I ever tell you that your dad was engaged when I met him?”

“no, what happened!?”

“long story short she ended up cheating on him, he was broken, he couldn’t trust anyone, not even me. It took awhile to break down his walls, but I knew your dad was special, so I kept trying. If you think this Jensen is worth it keep trying.”

I was quiet as I took in her words.

“I think I’m going to need another one of these.” I laughed holding up my empty glass.

A waiter brought me another mimosa. I took a big sip pulling out my phone to call Jensen back. Suddenly a text came through making me choke on my drink.

:might want to go easy on those mimosas, don’t want a repeat of last time you drank.

“holy shit.”

“what’s a matter honey?”

“It’s Jensen, he’s here.” I choked.

At my words Jensen walked up in his usual suit and tie attire.

“what? how?” I asked sitting my drink down.

I could see my mom smirk as she looked up at him.

“Ma’am it’s a pleasure to meet you, Jensen Ackles.” he said shaking my mother’s hand.

“nice to meet you.” she said.

she looked between me and Jensen.

“I’ll give you a minute.”

I watched her walk away before turning to him.

“what are you doing here?” I asked picking up my drink again sipping it.

“you didn’t answer my calls, I thought something happened to you.”

“no Jensen that was called me ignoring you.” I said rolling my eyes.

“okay I deserved that.”

“how was your dinner?” I sassed.

“very productive and professional, I closed the deal.” He said laughing at my jealousy.

“well then congratulations I guess.”

“and I’m here to take you out to celebrate.”

“wait what?”

“just come with me, I promise you won’t regret it.” He said offering his hand.

“where too?”

“It’s a surprise.” He laughed.

“I think I met my quota on surprises. Plus I can’t just leave my mom.” I spoke.

“of course you can…” she said popping up out of nowhere.

“of course you can.” Jensen repeated once again extending his hand.

I looked between him and my mother heaving a sigh as I grabbed his hand.

“I promise to have her back before dinner.” Jensen said winking at my mom.

He led me out to a rental car, I was surprised to see Cole waiting with the door open.

“you brought Cole too?” I asked giving Cole a smile.

“Ms. (L/N).” He said nodding his head as I climbed in the backseat.

“I mean he does work for me.” Jensen laughed.

“Poor Cole.” I smirked as Jensen rolled his eyes at my teasing.

Cole started to drive. It was quiet as Jensen rested a hand on my knee. I can’t believe he came all this way to see me.

“Jensen why did you come here?” I asked biting my lip.

“Ouch you’re not happy to see me? Is it the surfer dude? It is isn’t it?” He jokes turning towards me.

“you know I’m always happy to see you, I’m just surprised is all.”

“I told you to celebrate.” He said not meeting my eyes.

“you came all this way to celebrate.?” I asked not believing him.

“yeah, a good thing happened to me and I wanted to share that with you.” He said simply.

I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest.

“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever told me.” I said smiling.

“Yeah well don’t get used to it.” He smirked.

I playfully slapped his chest. I looked out the window as the car stopped.

“a dock?” I questioned.

“come on.” He smiled pulling me out of the car.

I saw a big yacht docked in the water.

“we’re going on that?” I asked smiling.

“yep.” He said pulling me onboard.

He pulled me on deck letting me look around. I had never been on a boat before so this was a new experience for me. Jensen disappeared down in the cabin, trading his suit and tie for just a pair of board shorts.

I swallowed looking at his toned chest. I had seen him naked already but somehow it still always got me flustered. He smirked at me before going to the wheel.

“wait you’re sailing this thing? I laughed coming to stand beside him.

“yep, and you’re going to help me.” He smiled starting to depart from the dock.

“I don’t think you want me to help, I mean do you want to crash?” I joked.

“It’s okay, it’s a private bay, can’t crash into the water.” He said.

The boat picked up speed as he sailed further and further into the bay. I felt so at peace as the wind blew through my hair. I couldn’t fight the smile that I donned. I noticed Jensen watching me intently.

“come on, you’re taking the wheel.” Jensen said pulling me in front of him.

“no I can’t.” I laughed nervously.

“I got you don’t worry.” He said placing a soft kiss to my neck.

He put his hands on top of mine, showing me how to sail the ship.

“Jensen don’t let go.” I laughed.

“I have too, you’ll be fine.”

Jensen moved his hands settling them around my waist as he held me against him.

“Oh my gosh I’m doing it!”

He laughed pecking my cheek. He took the wheel again slowing the boat to a stop. I walked to the edge looking at the beautifully calm water. Jensen came to my side, climbing over the railing and standing over the edge.

“what are you doing?”

“swimming.” He said jumping off in to the water below.

He submerged only for a second before popping back up.

“well what are you waiting for?” He asked calling up to me.

“you’re crazy.” I yelled.

“please for me?” He called smiling.

I bit my lip, finally letting my secret slip.

“don’t laugh, but I can’t swim.” I said my cheeks heating up with embarrassment.

He didn’t laugh.

“Don’t worry I got you.” He said for the second time today.

I sighed shaking my head before pulling my sundress over my head so I was just in my bra and underwear. I nervously looked at the water.

Was I really doing this?

I closed my eyes jumping in feet first. In an instant my body was engulfed in the cool water. I panicked momentarily before I felt warm hands go to my waist. Jensen smiled as he pulled me towards him. I wrapped my legs around his waist as we floated in the water.

“see you’re okay.” He said holding me up.

“you’re crazy.” I laughed my hands gripping his broad shoulders.

“Me? You’re the one jumping in to the ocean when you don’t know how to swim.” He joked giving me a wink.

“I find that my logic usually goes out the window with you Mr. Ackles.” I whispered.

“is this more?” He asked bringing a hand up to cup my cheek.

“huh?”

“At Jared’s you told me that you needed more, is this more?” He furrowed his eyebrows like he was really concerned what my answer would be.

I thought back to that day. I didn’t think he was really listening to me, but it turns out I was very wrong.

“so much more.” I smiled wrapping my arms around him and hugging him.

I pulled back to see him staring at me.

“what is it?” I asked feeling a blush come to my cheeks.

“I just like seeing you smile.” He whispered looking in my eyes.

I swallowed nervously as his gaze shifted between my eyes and my lips. He leaned in resting his forehead against mine. I could hear his breathing become shaky. He gulped as he moved his lips a little closer. I parted mine waiting and desperate for the contact but he quickly pulled away looking embarrassed.

“I’m sorry I can’t, just not right now.” He said turning his face away from me.

I grabbed his chin quickly making him face me again.

“It’s okay, you don’t have to apologize.” I said running a hand across the back of his neck.

I could see behind his eyes that someone really hurt him, it killed me to not know.

“what was her name?” I asked hesitantly.

He didn’t answer just swallowed nervously.

“who did this to you? who made you feel like this?” I asked getting emotional.

“It’s in the past now. Come on it’s getting late, we should start heading back. He said swimming over to the ladder at the side of the boat.

He helped me on, pushing me up so I could pull myself out of the water. He pulled himself up with ease going back to the wheel. I sighed pulling my sundress back on. Jensen was silent as he sailed us back to the dock. I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around him, leaving a trail of kisses on his back up to his neck. Once we docked the boat Jensen turned around in my arms pulling me in to a bone crushing hug.

We stood there a minute in each others embrace.

“thank you for this, and for not making fun of my inability to swim.” I said offering him a smile.

He chuckled a little. He opened his mouth to reply but his phone ringing caught him off guard. He quickly answered, eyebrows furrowing with worry at whoever was talking.

“yeah, okay I’ll be right there.” He spoke before hanging up.

“everything okay?” I asked concerned.

“yeah just something came up at work.” He said grabbing my hand.

“come on Cole can drop you back at your moms house.”

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“are you sure you can’t stay one more day sweetheart?” my mom asked as she hugged me for what seemed like the millionth time.

“I wish I could mama.” I said giving her a kiss on her cheek.

I pulled away wrapping my arms around Richard.

“take care of her for me won’t you?” I whispered in his ear.

“of course darling.”

I gave my mother one last hug before boarding my plane. It was another quiet plane ride. I was exhausted and just ready to be home. I was surprised to find Cole standing in the airport holding a sign with my name on it.

“did you think I wouldn’t recognize you Cole?” I asked laughing.

“Mr. Ackles requests your presence at his estate.” Cole said taking my bag from me and leading me out to his car.

“Is everything okay, what’s going on?” I asked nervously.

“I’m afraid I can’t discuss anything Ms. (L/N).”

“Is Jensen okay?” I panicked.

“He’s a little preoccupied I’m afraid.”

I got sick with nerves as we drove to his house. Everything seemed fine when he left. I jumped out of the car before Cole could bring it to a complete stop, running inside.

“Jensen?” I called.

I was relieved to see him sitting on the stairs, hunched over with something in his lap. I walked over closer to him.

“Jensen?” I said placing a hand on his arm.

He quickly shrugged it off, standing up and glaring at me.

“what’s going on?”

“you tell me.” He growled dropping a newspaper at my feet.

I picked it up, shocked to see Jensen and I on the front page. We were standing on the yacht wrapped up in each other. It wasn’t just that but under the picture was my name printed clearly.

“so the paparazzi caught us..?” I asked trying to understand the situation.

“It was a private bay they shouldn’t have been able to, unless of course someone tipped them off.” He said glaring at me.

Did he seriously think I would do something like that?

“Jensen you can’t be serious, I didn’t even know where we were going how could I have possibly done that?” I asked crossing my arms over my chest.

“I don’t know (y/n) how did they get all that information in the paper huh? How did they know I introduced you to the cast? How did they know I won’t kiss you huh? How did they know about our arrangement? HOW DID THEY KNOW?” He yelled in my face.

I shrunk back as he raised his voice. I never did well with people raising their voice at me, but when he did it, it felt like knives going into my chest.

“I don’t know but I didn’t say anything Jensen I swear.” I pleaded, tears running down my cheeks.

“God I’m so stupid. You’re just like her. Fuck.” Jensen growls grabbing a vase of flowers angrily hurling it against the wall.

The vase shatters on impact making me jump.

“Jensen please you have to believe me.” I begged reaching my hand out but he stopped me.

“you’re just like her.” He said the hurt evident in his eyes.

“Jensen I have no clue what you’re talking about because you don’t tell me ANYTHING. I’ve tried to be understanding but this is crazy. I would never sell you out to some sleazy journalist.” I yelled feeling my emotions on overload.

“I think you should leave.” He said sitting back on the stairs and putting his head in his hands.

I could feel my heart breaking.

“I’m falling in love with you.” I whispered desperately wiping some tears that fell.

He glances up at me quickly before glancing back down.

“well you shouldn’t, this was never a relationship.” He huffed.

“If I walk out that door I’m not coming back.” I said taking a shaky breath, the tears flowing like a waterfall.

He didn’t respond, just continued to stare at the floor. So I did the last thing I wanted to do.

I left.

I left without another word, without looking back.

I left.

Author Note:

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jasntodds · 11 months

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Lost In The Bitterness | J.T.

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Request: @just-lost-inbetween-worlds : I was wondering if you could write a fic where reader kind of works for the titans helping with their medical stuff as she has her EMT certificate or something similar, and one late night she patches up Jason/red hood or Robin, who’ve had a crush on each other secretly but are also sort of enemies? And then when she patches a fairly hurt Jason like the feelings come out and they kiss and confess and such.

Summary: Patching up Jason Todd, Red Hood, at two in the morning on a Tuesday night was not exactly on your agenda. Especially given the history between the two of you.

Warnings: Descriptions of injuries, enemies to lovers, mentions of previous homelessness, bit of angst, hurt/comfort, fluff

Words: 3,323

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You and Jason were friends previously, before Red Hood, before he died, before Robin. Jason and you were two street kids, just trying to make it to the next day. You'd met at one of the shelters, clicked almost instantly. Even then he was charming and funny, hot-headed as hell. A true menace to society. He got you into so much trouble and you lived for it. It was fun and he was your best friend. You were his. But he decided to try and rob the Batmobile and Bruce Wayne picked him. You haven't been friends since. Unfortunately, for you though, the Titans and Red Hood have managed to patch things up between them and Red Hood is in San Francisco helping with a case.

When you decided to get your EMT certification, you didn't think you'd be using it to work with the Titans. You got it so you could help people, sure, but you thought you'd be helping people who did not always put themselves, intentionally, in the line of fire. But, life is funny that way. It rarely ever goes the way you think will. And now you're here, working for the Titans because of one really random and chance encounter with an injured Nightwing a few years ago. You helped him and the rest, should have been history. But, your life can't possibly be that simple because then you found out the one and only Jason Todd was actually Red Hood.

"Did you wanna tell me what happened?" Your voice holds a harshness to it that makes Jason groan as you get your supplies ready to patch him up.

"Like you fucking care." Jason quips back, stripping his top half of the suit.

"That's true. I do not fucking care. This is a favor to Dick." Your words are harsh and it hurts.

Jason isn't sure exactly what he did to you to make you hate him so much. Jason isn't oblivious and he's far from stupid. It's not a coincidence that your friendship ended the day he went to live with Bruce. But, he can't figure out why you're so mad about that. Why you don't want him to be taken care of? It didn't pan out exactly how he thought it would with Bruce with the whole Batman and Robin thing, then the dying thing. But, it was good and safe for a while and he was happy being Robin and with Bruce. He doesn't understand why you would hate him for that. So, he's mad at you because you're mad at him. And hearing this is a favor to Dick, now that stings like a hundred hornets.

"Don't fucking help then. Give me the shit and I'll do it my-damn-self. I don't need you." Jason snarls, sticking out his hand for you to hand him whatever you're willing and for a second, you think about it.

Being around him is just difficult and it hurts. All you two do is fight which is partially because you start it a good portion of the time. But, he keeps it going and he hits low blows. Tonight, you're taking the first strike, before he even has a chance. And you think about letting him patch himself up because he's done it before and it would be easier for you. You wouldn't have to be around him and technically, that's still fulfilling the favor to Dick. You made sure Jason didn't die...again. But, you signed an oath and you don't hate him that much. Hate might even be the wrong word.

"No, I'll do it." You mutter, grabbing a pack of gauze pads, knowing you'll be needing to clean something.

"I'm not some dirty fucking favor to anyone." Jason grumbles and his words are hot, boiling in the air.

"You're so insufferable." You groan, tossing your head back in frustration. "Just shut the fuck up and let me help you so you can leave." You turn around and now you're getting a look at the damage.

The anger and annoyance you just had vanished in an instant. His abdomen is bloody, what looks to be a large gash is near his right rib cage. There's a spot below it that looks like a bullet grazed the spot. Shades of purples, blues, and maroons litter the rest of his abdomen. There are a few scars across his chest, on his arms, one up near his neck and you wonder how the hell that even happened. His armor is supposed to protect him. And it stings looking at him like this.

"I'm fucking fine." Jason spits, his eyes narrowed at you and he sees the worry start to stretch across your face. "Don't suddenly act like you give a shit now. I'm bleeding out, you wanna do something or let me do it?"

You suck in a deep breath and move forward. He knows exactly which buttons to press and just how to press them. And yet, you find yourself, not growing mad at the interaction. You've never seen him like this. You've seen him with plenty of bruises and cuts. Jason being a hothead, he's been in his fair share of fistfights but nothing like this. This is different, it's more dangerous. He's putting himself in the line of bullets and knives and fists on purpose. The thought of him dying, again, crosses your mind and you feel your heart skip and then thunder as if it's going to burst right out from your chest.

You weren’t friends when he died but you remember seeing it on the news. Jason Todd had been killed. And you remember how it hurt anyway. Your breath had been sucked from your lungs and every piece of you regretted ever being mad at him in the first place. But, then he came back to life as Red Hood and you fight with him anyway because maybe a part of you thought he was indestructible after dying. He seemed that way and believing that lie you told yourself was easier than facing him. Clearly, you’re very wrong.

"Just stay still." You drop the venom in your voice, kneeling down so you can see the wound.

Jason holds your phone's flashlight in your direction so you can see better. It's not a super deep wound luckily and he doesn't seem to be in too much pain meaning it likely didn't hit anything important. So, you get to work cleaning the wound with water, holding a rag under it to catch the falling water.

"What the hell happened?" You ask, glancing up at him and Jason's eyes are boring into you.

Dick called and gave you the heads up you'd need to help Jason. Jason is staying at the tower but you both have been actively avoiding each other. So, Dick calling you to give you the heads up for your own sake, to prepare yourself for the encounter. And you figured it would be bad for Dick even ask. You always patch them up, even when they can do it themselves. But you didn't think you'd be dealing with Jason. Dick knows you never want to. But, of course you do it anyway. And now you're stuck worried about him.

"A few lucky shots, I guess." Jason looks away from you, not wanting to give you any detail. You already said you don't care, he's not gonna waste his breath.

"Yeah, okay." You roll your eyes. "Former Robin, current Red Hood, just people getting lucky shots in. Sure."

"You don't fucking care." Jason's voice almost cracks with his words. "Just do whatever the hell you need to and I'll leave, alright?"

Hate is not the word for Jason. It was never the right word. Because he's mad at you for being mad at him. When you were kids, there were always those bubbling feelings in the pit of his stomach. He always brushed them away because who has time for that when you're just trying to survive? And the feelings went away because you weren't around anymore. But, then he saw you again and they flooded right back. Even with you being mad at him. There is still something stirring in his stomach when he's around you. Hate isn't the right word.

You let out a sigh. "I'm just mad." You shake your head, swapping the water out for a gauze pad to dry some of the water so you can start stitching it.

It's not the right word for you either. He left you and that hurt a lot. But, it also hurt because you did really like him. Jason Todd has always been charming and charismatic, funny. He's always had a way to get you to laugh or smile either with something that was actually funny or some type of innuendo that also made you cringe. He's always been very good at it and there was a reason he was your best friend. It was never out of a convenience or necessity. There is always something a little bit more to it. And then he left and it hurt a lot. Being mad at him for it was a lot easier than facing any other type of feeling you had toward him.

He knows you're mad. That's kind of the whole issue. Maybe a part of him doesn't want to know. He thinks maybe you'll tell him it's him. There's something he specifically did. He's done it to everyone else, done something to piss them off and make them hate him. The Titans hated him for long enough, Bruce wasn't thrilled with him. Bruce still isn't happy with him given their opposing morals. Everyone gives up on him eventually and he doesn't want to hear that. Not tonight.

Not from you.

You get up and grab the needle and thread, threading the needle before moving back to your spot. Jason is still watching you intently and it makes you feel a little uneasy. You're not really sure why he's watching you so carefully. He has a thing about him that always makes you squirm, he's always been good at it. And maybe you're a little tired of being mad at him. Especially right now because he's injured.

"You left." Your voice is so small, Jason barely hears you.

"You're mad because I left?" Jason questions, his brows pulling together.

"Mhm." You hum. "Stay still. It'll probably hurt." You state before you start the stitching with no warning and Jason flitches. "Sorry."

"It's fine." Jason says through gritted teeth.

You start adding several stitches up the wound. "You went to live with Bruce and you left me alone."

It's not that he left you alone on purpose. He didn't have a choice. He went with Bruce, to a home, or go to juvie again. The choice was pretty easy and simple. He also did go looking for you but you conveniently, forget that part of the story.

"I looked for you. You fucking avoided me. I checked all of our spots and you were never fucking there. What the hell did you expect me to do?" Jason questions and it’s so frustrating. And you can hear the hurt in his voice which makes you feel worse for being mad in the first place.

"I don't know." You groan back, pausing your stitching. "But it hurt, okay? You left me alone and it hurt. And I'm mad because you were my best friend and you got to be safe. I got the shit end of the stick." You shake your head and that’s first time you’re saying it out loud, realizing how horrible it sounds. “It’s...it’s not your fault. It just sucked.”

That's not his fault. It's not his fault you weren’t caught by Bruce. It was a chance encounter. A fluke. Jason was just ballsy to try and steal from Batman. That's all it was. It's not his fault but he feels bad about it anyway because he doesn't think he deserves it. He doesn't think he ever deserved the kindness that Bruce offered that day or deserved the chance to be Robin. Look at what he's become, Jason doesn't think he deserves it.

"I'm sorry." Jason states, his voice broken. "You should have gotten better, alright? You should have."

You shake your head and you know this whole thing is dumb and selfish. "No," You shrug your shoulders. “It’s not your fault, Jay. I’m sorry for being mad. You deserved better and it was selfish of me to be mad. I was mad at the world and I took it out on you because it was easier, I guess. I’m really sorry.” You wish you could take it all back. Every single part of it. It’s not fair to him and you know he always deserved the best.

Jason is someone who doesn’t hold many grudges. He can let stuff go and it’s pretty simple. Apologize and he can move past it. And he always had a hard time staying mad at you for anything.

“I was only mad at you because you were mad at me.” Jason lets out a soft chuckle.

A faint smile pulls at your lips. “That’s a very you thing to do.” You lets out a soft laugh.

You continue to patch Jason up as the silence of the room consumes the two of you. You meant a lot to him. Jason's always been a rebel with a cause, causing trouble for the fun of it. Just trying to survive and you got that. You always did and you helped him get in and out of trouble more times than he count. You were his best friend and he's missed you, even if he doesn't show it and he's been mean to you. He's missed you and he hates being mad at you. Jason doesn't hold very many grudges.

And in this moment, you're finding it hard to hold onto the grudge. He's riddled with scars and he's actively doing what no one else is willing to do. Baring the weight so other people don't have to. He never meant to hurt you and you know he didn't. You wonder if anyone has ever helped him, after Robin. Probably not. Jason doesn't let many people in to begin with and you find yourself feeling sad for him. He didn’t deserve any of the bad things that have happened to him. And all of those feelings you had for him, bubble back up to the surface.

"I did miss you, for the record." You state, letting out a breath.

Jason's abdomen flexes as a chuckle falls from his lips. "Bull fucking shit."

"I did." You defend. "You were my best friend, of course, I missed you."

"Sure as shit never acted like it." Jason spits but there’s almost an airy sarcasm to his words.

"Because of the anger I had covered it up." You glance up at him as you finish placing some gauze on one of the cuts.

"You gonna stay mad at me forever?" Jason offers you the smirk that used to get you into trouble and he’s so tired of being mad at you. It’s pointless. It never got either of you anywhere.

"No." You flash him a gentle smile.

"Good, holding grudges doesn't look good on you." Jason quips, a cheeky smirk on his lips.

You roll your eyes, getting to your feet. "Oh, and now you know what looks good on me?"

"I've got some ideas."

"Right." You nod your head. "Be careful next time." You look him up and down and you can feel your stomach turn with nerves as you watch the smirk turn into something cocky.

"So now you care, huh?"

"Just don't want you to die again." You state.

"Yeah." Jason scoffs, looking down to his lap.

"Mad doesn't mean I actually didn't care."

"Sorry for everything anyway."

"It's alright, I forgive you." Your eyes widen at him as a smile pulls at your lips. "Always had a hard time staying mad you, especially when you manage to apologize."

"Yeah?" Jason gets a sinister glint in his eyes. "And why's that?" A part of him is messing with you, just like he used to when you were kids. The other part though, is curious if your reasoning is the same as his.

Your eyes narrow slightly. "Because..." You shrug and decide you have nothing to lose at this point. You’re not kids on the streets anymore. And you’re done holding onto bitterness and grudges. There’s no harm in telling him now. "Had a little hit of a thing for you then."

Jason's heart thunders with your words and he can feel heat rush to his cheeks. "Not now though?" He tries to brush it off, admitting the same thing. "Had a thing for you, too.... back then."

"Not now though?" You repeat his words and Jason has a cheeky grin as his eyes look to the ceiling and back to you. Jason shrugs right back. "Oh, well, too bad.” Sarcasm drips from your words. “Could've seen where it would go now but if—"

Jason grabs the back of your thighs, pulling you closer to him. Your hands catch yourself on his shoulders, your eyes wide. And you feel your heart jump to your throat.

"You saying you still do?" Jason asks, his eyes hopeful and you always liked the color of his eyes.

"Is that going to be an issue?"

Jason can't help the genuine smile that comes to his face. He always felt the most comfortable with you, even when you were being mean to him. "Nope, not an issue." Jason's voice drops as he eyes your lips.

"Yeah, still have a thing for you now." You dip your head lower, resting your forehead against his.

"So, do something about it." His voice is low but taunting and you take him up on it, bringing his lips to yours.

The kiss is soft at first but then Jason's grip tightens on your thighs, pulling you closer and your hands tangle in his hair, pulling his mouth harsher against yours. The kiss turns hungry and desperate, his hands sliding up to your ass and then your hips. His mind pays no attention to the pain of the injuries from tonight and he focused solely on you. He's always wanted to be with you, since those days on the streets. It's complicated now, too but not like that.

You pull away first. Your breathing is quickened and an uncontrollable smile pulls at the corners of your lips. "Didn't know you felt that way, Jay." And truly, you never did. The jokes always seemed like jokes but the idea of him and you makes your heart nearly burst.

"Yeah," Jason chuckles softly. And he never thought you liked him, not like that. You always liked to mess with him and played the same jokes. He thought that’s all it ever was. Why wouldn’t it be? But, that never stopped him from wanting something more with you. So, now with confirmation, he takes his shot at it. "You wanna try this out? See where it goes?"

You nod your head, lowering your voice to just above a whisper. "Yeah, I'd like that." You close the distance again, kissing him deeply.

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intoanotherworld23 · 1 year

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Pick Your Battles III

Pairing: Reader x Bradley Bradshaw

Warnings: Some swear words

Summary: Bradley broke your heart when he accused you of betraying him, and you haven’t seen or spoken to him since. Until you are both called back to Top Gun to help with a dangerous mission that nobody’s ever attempted before

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Part 2 Part 4

"You did amazing today." Maverick stated as he came jogging up behind you helmet in hand.

"Thanks." Giving an awkward smile as you looked over at him. "Bet I could kick your ass up there."

"I would like to see you try." He challenged you as both you laughed just like old times.

"They just all need to communicate and work as a team." Informing him wanting to get back to the reason you were here. "Some of them are worse than others."

"We'll get them flying like you in no time." He joked making you mock him with a playful tone.

"Nobody can fly like me Uncle Pete." You said proudly trying to stick your chest out like a tough guy.

"You're right about that." He nodded his head in agreement as he scoffed.

There was a few moments of silence between the both of you. Almost like you both knew what the other was thinking but didn't have to say anything. That was always something you and Pete did, and it always frustrated your father cause he could never keep up.

"It was like watching your old man flying." At the mention of your father you frowned. "How is he?"

"He's still pretty sick." Stopping as you came across his picture in the hall both of staring at it in admiration. "Just a matter of when."

"Y/N I am sorry I know how much you love him." Patting a hand on your back in comfort as you felt your eyes watering a little. "He's always been so proud of you."

Sniffling as you smiled heavily at how many times you've heard him tell you how proud he is of you. That's he's proud of you no matter what you do in life. He's always been your number one fan.

You've even talked to him about Bradley and what to do, and he's always guided you and given you a path. He's told you how much he likes Bradley and wishes the two of you would get together. He knows how pilots can be with women, but it was something about Bradley that reminded him of himself.

"I'm gonna get changed." You said making him look over at you with a quizzical look.

"You're not staying to watch me train?" He looked disappointed for a minute.

"Of course I am." Bumping his shoulder with yours making him chuckle. "I wanna watch you kick their asses as well."

"That's my girl." He walked away leaving you to enter in the locker room so you could get into something more comfortable.

As you stripped off your suit you placed it neatly in the locker your mind instantly went to Bradley. It was so awkward and intense to be flying up in the sky with him again. The whole time you could tell he was holding something back.

You know the other pilots were listening in on the radio probably wondering what was going on between you two. Hopefully is wasn't another secret of yours that Bradley would burst out for the other pilots to use against you.

Bradley did remind you of your dad when it did come to flying. Even though he was good he always managed to play by the rules even if he didn't meet the exact goal. You're father was something else when he was in the sky and you knew he missed it. When you flew with Bradley it was like flying with your father.

Bradley was always one to play it safe and play by the rules. Even when you were shouting at him what to do he argued that he knew what he was doing. If he was going to fly this mission he would have to break some rules and be more aggressive. Otherwise him and other pilots would lose their lives.

Unlike Hangman who was flying reckless and dangerously not caring about other pilots. They were his team and he would leave them dry and helpless. He clearly wasn't a team player and wanted to try and act like he was untouchable. Of course that wasn't the case when you quickly were able to shoot him down.

They were all good but you were able to shoot them all down. None of them could maneuver the tricks and skills like you learned. There was a lot to teach them and you would probably have to push them past their breaking point.

Walking out of the locker and down the hall to where the other pilots were surely listening to the others you swear you heard what sounded like Bradley and Hangman's voice. As you entered the room you saw all of them standing around the radio glued to whatever was happening or what could possibly go down.

"So Rooster you mind if I ask you a personal question?" Hangman asked making you a little nervous.

"Would it matter if I did?" His tone sarcastic making you crack a smile.

"What's with you and Frostbite?" At the mention of your name you feet were automatically moving themselves. "I mean we're you two like a thing."

"That's none of your business." He snapped back when Hangman said your name.

"Oh come on you can tell me." He was egging him on and you knew exactly where this was going to go. "Can't say I blame you though she is stunningly hot."

"And on top of that she's an admirals daughter." Bradley was seething red the more Hangman was talking about you. "I know why you went after her now."

"Shut the fuck up Hangman." Bradley shouted and before he could say another word Maverick went flying straight up between them.

"Holy shit." Hangman screeched as he lost control of his jet for a second from Mavericks sudden intrusion.

Maverick then flipped his entire jet upside down over Bradley as the two of them stared at each other. Guess this is when the both of them faced off with one another. It was just a matter of time before the two of them butter heads, and had their own personal war.

"Let's just get this over with." Maverick huffed through the mask and Bradley glared up at him.

"Fights on."

Listening through the radio waiting for what was going to happen next. You were unable to see outside what was going on, and what you didn't see was that they were flying around in circles around each other.

"What is with these two?" Hangman grumbled as he just sat back and watched the scene unfolding in front of him.

Both of them descending down in a spiral that had both of them out of breath. It was like they were playing a game waiting for the other one to make the next move. Chewing on your nail nervously as you waited for one of them to make their next move.

"How you gonna get us out of this Rooster?" Maverick spoke up making you wonder what exactly he was doing.

"You can bail out anytime sir." His tone was filled with malice like he was testing him.

"How low do you want to go?" You knew exactly what was going on now and what was on both their minds now. This was all about Bradley's dad.

"I can go as low as you." There was another meaning behind his words that only you knew. "That's saying something."

Without even realizing your hands were trembling as you overheard Hangman saying they were plummeting down. Your stomach was in knots as you thought to exactly how low both of them would go. Fearing that they would plummet to their deaths or crash.

All of the pilots were gathered literally around the radio now listening intently. Phoenix looking over at Bob who looked confused and horrified by what was going on. Nobody had any idea what was going on between these two.

"Guys the hard deck is five thousand feet." Hearing Hangman saying that had your eyes going wide not realizing how low they were actually going.

Suddenly you were seeing flashes of your failed mission as your jet was spiraling along with your wingman. Hearing him scream in panic not knowing what to do as you tried to calm him down.

Coaching him through what to do and when nothing was working you told him to eject, but he wouldn't. He kept telling you he could fix it and they would get out of this alive. You knew better than that and yet you still let him believe he could make it.

Tears filling your eyes as you remembered watching in horror as his plane crashed right into a mountain side. Crying out his name in hopes he ejected before he crashed but you never saw a parachute.

Your other two pilots jet were shot down and they crashed shortly after. Come to find out later both of them survived but they sustained horrific injuries. It was like everything was crashing down, and you were all alone.

Next thing you know something collides with your jet jolting you side to side. Seeing smoke coming from your engine realizing that you had just been hit.

"Your strategy is about to run us into the ground." Mavericks voice pulled you from your flashback as you suddenly remembered where you were.

"Come on guys pull up." Hangman yelled at both of them everyone in the room on edge as they listened in wondering what was going on.

Walking over to the window as you stared outside trying to control your own breathing. They were going to kill each other over this, and you were about to lose both of them. Closing your eyes as you let a tear slide down your cheek.

Bradley had told you that he was always afraid whenever you would fly afraid that he was going to lose you. Right now you were feeling everything what he felt, and you had feeling your heart sink to your stomach. It was like you wanted to scream at both of them but you could find your voice.

You could feel your breathing becoming more erratic and shallow. Your heart was racing so fast it felt like it was going to pop out of your chest. Looking back and forth outside as you tried to calm yourself down but it wasn't working.

Your throat felt like it was closing up making it harder for you to swallow. Almost like there was a lump in your throat. You were starting to become a little lightheaded, and knew you needed to get out of there.

"That's a kill." Came Mavericks voice and you felt yourself running out of the room feeling everyone's eyes on you.

As you took off down the hall you clamped a hand over your mouth as you cried out. Running into one of the rooms they were using to train. Sitting down on one of the chairs as you placed a hand over your heart.

Not knowing who you were more upset over losing. All that mattered was they both could have jeopardized their lives and you could have lost both of them. At first you were upset and terrified, but now you were angry and pissed off at them.

If they were going to complete this mission they were going to have to put aside their differences and work together. They would kill each other if they didn't talk things out. Granted you and Bradley and you were civil with one another now, and one step closer then you were before.

Maverick was going to get his ass chewed out by Admiral Simpson for what he pulled out their with Bradley. He knew this wasn't the time or place for this kind of drama, and you would hate to see both of them pulled from this mission.

When you heard people talking you knew they must have landed and were back at the base. Standing up you huffed your way down the hall ready to give both of them or one of them a piece of your mind.

Stomping into the room you saw both Bradley and Maverick talking to each other. Both of them in each other's face like they were ready to fight the other one. Watching as both their heads turned to you very angry figure standing in the doorway.

"What the hell was that?" You screamed at nobody in particular looking at both of them hands on your hips.

"Y/N." Maverick started to say but you quickly cut him off not letting him finish.

"You could have both killed your selves out there." Your body was heated and you could feel the veins popping out in your neck. "Do you realize how idiotic you both are?"

"Y/N." Bradley tried to speak up this time as he bowed his head in shame.

"I was scared to death thinking I was going to lose both of you." Hearing your voice cracking knowing you were getting emotional again.

"Y/N." Bradley spoke your name again but you were fuming, and didn't want to hear what he had to say.

"No no excuses." Throwing your hands by your side as you stepped closer to them neither of them looking at you. "I could have lost you both."

Hearing that both of them raised their heads at you in realization what you were probably thinking. The trauma you sustained losing a wingman, and what your mind was thinking as you listened to them both risking their lives like that.

"Shit Y/N I wasn't even thinking I am so sorry." Bradley stepped forward as he grabbed your hand. "I should have known better."

"We were wrong for acting like that up there." Maverick stepped right beside Bradley as they both looked at you. "I am so sorry."

"You guys clearly had no idea what was going through my mind." You hated pulling that card but you wanted them to know their actions were stupid and childish.

"You're right we shouldn't have behaved like that." Maverick frowned at you hating to see you this upset. "We were completely wrong."

Maverick glanced down to see Bradley was still holding your hand in such a delicate matter. His hand felt so warm you definitely didn't want him to let you go. It's been so long since you've been able to touch Bradley like this and feel such warmth and comfort from him.

"What were you guys trying to prove?" You asked as you slipped your hand out of Bradley's a look of disappointment on his face.

"I don't think either of us know." Maverick looked to Bradley who just nodded in agreement.

"We were just being reckless and stupid." Bradley whispered as you saw him clench his hands by his side.

"And assholes for putting me through that." They couldn't help but smile at the name calling. "And everyone else for that matter."

Both of them glancing at each other like two little boys who just got scolded by their angry mother. A part of you found it funny and wanted to laugh at their reactions, but you knew this was no laughing matter.

Hopefully you would get a chance to talk to them both privately since you had things you wanted to say to both of them. More to Bradley than Maverick.

"Please don't ever do that again." This time your voice softer as you looked between them. "Put aside your petty arguments and work together."

"I promise we won't ever do something like that again." Not caring who said that but you know they needed to be on the same page.

You were hoping one day the three of you could all get along like you did before. Not wanting to lose either one of them especially both of them. It would crush you if you never got to speak or see them again.

You knew that all Pete wanted to do was make amends with Bradley again, and have that relationship. Bradley was like a son to Pete, and he felt like he had lost a child. He wasn't going to let that happen again.

"Captain Mitchell a word." Admiral Simpson popped his head in with a stern look on his face walking away not even bothering to wait for Pete's response.

"I'll see you later." Pete mumbled before he walked out of the room leaving you and Bradley standing there looking at each other.

Guess you were going to get that private conversation sooner than you thought.

"I still don't understand Bradley." You said in a hushed tone as you looked down as your hands that were folded together. "Why would you do that?"

"Because I'm angry at him." Turning around to walk towards the window staring out his hands in his pockets. "He was pushing my buttons."

"Then you walk away and be the bigger person." Crossing your arms across your chest as you walked up to him.

"Can't exactly walk away when I'm in a jet." Looking over at you with a grin trying to lighten the mood scrunching you're mouth trying not to laugh. "Now can I?"

"I'm serious Bradley." Playfully shoving his shoulder making him chuckle. "You two need to dish it out on your own terms."

"I don't know if I can do that." He shook his head as his beautiful smile faded.

It hurt you to see exactly how much Mavericks decisions upset him. He was in pain and didn't know how to let go of everything that has happened. Both of you facing tasks and troubles that the other one didn't know how it felt. There was this wall between you both and you intended to break it down.

"Sometimes you just have to face up to your problems head on and know that at least you tried." Advising him as well as yourself and you know he caught on to that.

"Is that what your doing?" He asked and you looked over to see him already staring at you.

"I guess I am." Nodding to him with a whispered voice making his eyes soften like a little puppy dog.

"Let's go back to my place and we can talk some more." He suggested making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy.

It's been so long since you've been to his place and you wondered if everything was still the same. Thinking if this was such a good idea to be alone with him, but you didn't want to miss any opportunity you could get with him. Whether it ended good or bad.

"Yeah I'd like that." Both of you smiled at each other that glimmer of hope was getting brighter and brighter now.

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Blessed Be The Fruit: Part 2

Commander!Joel Miller x Handmaid!Reader

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Summary: A few decades into Gilead’s conception, you head into your first posting as a handmaid after an affair with a guardian landed you in trouble. Determined to keep your head low in order to keep your son safe, you take on the moniker of OfJoel. Commander Miller has very little to do with you and mrs. Miller regards you with disgust, however you find solace in an unlikely friendship with Commander Miller’s daughter from a handmaid 14 years ago, Ellie who just got done with wives school. You and your friend, Ofthomas start teacher her and her friend Reilly under her mothers nose. Slowly, Commander Miller begins spending time with you and you begin to learn more about the man he was before and an affair begins outside the confines of the ceremony. Although initially you go along with it out if survival, you find yourself falling for the version of Joel you saw in these late night rendezvous.

Which Joel is really him, and how will he react when his own daughters secrets are revealed?

Content and Warnings: DARK JOEL! DUB CON!

Although no violent rape happens like in TWW, reader is under systemic misogyny and a society of ritualized sex abuse. Everything other than the violent rape scenes, everything that happen in either The Handmaids Tale book or show are liable to happen here including but not limited to discussion of rape, child abuse, child marriage, ritualized sexual abuse, sexual abuse in general, acts of violence, major character deaths, mentions of miscarriage but never shown and never pregnancies we know of. Big ole homophobia warning, specifically in regards to lesbophobia. As for Joel, PIV sex, breeding kink, degrading (slut, whore etc but thing like Raider!joel) forced breeding and breeding kink, power dynamics, Joel is not the good guy but he’s also not the worst, slightly rough sex but not violent. Warnings are liable to be added as the story goes but I’ll always update. As always if I miss something please tell me, but i extensively label my warnings and in the end media consumption is your own choice. If you would like to know if this is a happy ending or not you can message me and I’ll tell you that way I don’t spoil for everyone but you can decide if this is for you.

Immersability: Reader has long hair, can conceive children theoretically. At one point, she has to pose as Ellie's mother and I know this can be loaded in terms of skin tone. I am no genetics expert but I know dark skinned parents can have white passing children, like Lional Richie and Nicole Richie. It's up to you to see if this is going to take you out of the story or not.

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Additional warnings: forced blowjob but reader is into it. Still dub con bc the nature of everything.

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It was a strange feeling, knowing the entire household was keeping track of your monthly cycle. Mrs. Miller had been cued in by Aunt Lydia of where you were at last week, and since then you were told the date of the next ceremony; the night during the highpoint of your fertility. You wondered, not the first time, why the ceremony was only once a month, not during the entire time of ovulation, or why not two or three times a day… but you supposed that’s where the wives would draw a line. No rights to reading or education, no voice, no power. One wrong move and you too can become the victim of ritualized rape… but no, your husband fucking a random woman more than *checks notes you aren’t actually allowed to read* once a month is too far.

Internal humor is how to cope. The reality of the situation was terrifying, but it’s not like you were shocked by the idea. You had grown up your whole life knowing this would be your fate if you strayed; well, if you strayed and you were fertile. That fertility is what landed you in this problem in the first place.

It wasn’t love. There was no grand story to it. You were married at 15 to a man in his 20’s who hit you, as was his right. Even that wasn’t as dramatic as it could have been, just slaps, shoved into furniture, things of that sort. When a local guardian made advances, you took him up on it. The sex was fine, and eventually produced a baby; your son, who looked just like his real father.

The guardian was sent to a new local and seemed indifferent to his son who was placed with some commander and his wife. You didn’t even get to say goodbye to him. He probably has a new name now, something biblical, and you often wonder what it is, what word it is that calls his attention. Babies recognize their name around 6 months after all. Benjamin? Levi? Asa? You named him… well, that doesn’t really matter now. It’s a name he’ll never know as his.

Angela had a better story. There was a group of you, a few other handmaids in your region and Angela rallied you all together, sharing your real names and stories. She had lived one hell of a life, always brave. As a low ranking wife she went behind her husbands back for the underground resistance at the young age of 16 and was pregnant a few times, none of which made it very long. For ten years she fought against Gilead, continuing the tradition of her youth. Hell, even before Gilead’s official formation she fought, being a part of pro-LGBT and women’s rights activism since middle school. After her husband was killed in war a guardian attempted to rape her and Angela stabbed him to death. Badass. Gilead didn’t see it that way, despite espousing wanting to protect women. She was going to be hung, of course, but a pregnancy test reviled she was pregnant again, a baby she carried to term, this time. He died of illness a few months later. Regardless, she’d had a healthy baby, and was sent to Thomas Miller’s for her first posting last year.

Aunt Lydia had told Angela that this commander Miller would suit her temperament and you understood what that meant. Angela had confirmed the impression that you had gotten early that week.

Thomas Miller had kind eyes. The kind of eyes that warmed you, relaxed you. You bet he was a charmer in another life. The brothers seemed close, Joel- Commander Miller you mean, lighting up around him like you only see with Elizabeth.

Commander Miller adored his daughter, that much was clear. Many men in Gilead only viewed their children -especially daughters- as possessions or pawns, but it was clear it wasn’t like that between them. You wondered if that closeness is why she wasn’t married yet. At 14 she had been out of wives school for a few months, and it was time to at least get her betrothed. God forbid she waste of moment of potential fertility. Yet, Commander Miller didn’t even seem to be looking.

Few knew more than him how dangerous it was as a woman in this world, and Elizabeth wasn’t a woman- she was a child, still. Commander Miller also seemed aware that Elizabeth was… particular. She only had one friend, Riley, a child from before the handmaid system who was married already. Mrs. Jones, she was called by Lisa, you and Mrs. Miller (who always tried to do things by the book). Joel refused to call her Mrs. Jones, saying “I’m not addressing a child who I’ve been forced to play dolls with as Mrs. anything. She’s Riley to me.” Outside though he did things right. Can’t be too familiar with another man’s wife, even if he’s known that wife since she was in pull ups.

The ceremony was tonight, and it seemed like everyone knew. Angela did, but only because you mentioned it.

“Got any questions?” She asked you, always the older sister, even if she only had a few years on you.

“Believe it or not, I’m not a virgin.” You joke back.

Angela laughs and nudges you with her shoulder. “I know, it’s just your first ceremony. I mean, it’s pretty straightforward to what they teach you in the Rachel and Leah Center, only-” She seemed to shut herself off with that, but you urge her on.

“Only what? You can’t leave me there.”

She swallowed thickly before attempting again, somewhere between a cringe and a childish giggle. “Well, you know, genetically-”

“Angela.”

“Brothers have similarities-”

“Just say it!”

Angela stopped, pulling you in to whisper. “Tommy has a massive cock.”

You stand there frozen in shock until a guardian shouts at you to keep moving and stop whispering. There was a lot there, including the implication that if they share genetic similarities, Joel might be harder to take than expected, especially without foreplay, but the thing that really struck you, the thing that sent your mind whirling was how Angela phrased it. She called Commander Miller, Tommy.

He was handsome, Commander Miller. At least there was that. Another handmaid, Ofglen, was stuck with a 70 year old man. Several girls had commented in hushed whispers that you and Ofthomas were luck; the Miller brothers were a dream posting, comparatively. So many men were ugly, old, or cruel. Ofhim had scars from lashes on her back. Some of the wives were worse, Ofcole’s wife would starve her when her monthly cycle proved the ceremony useless. Mrs. Miller was a pain and was rude, but she’d never take anything like that into he own hands. She wanted to play the part of dutiful wife so bad. That didn’t stop her from constantly making digs at her daughter.

Mrs. Miller requested your aid in her garden once, using you to dump all her feelings. She confessed the reason you were here was her doing; Elizabeth had proven a failure in her eyes, and she wanted another child to raise, to start over. She said her father spoiled her, let her get away with to much. Commander Miller refused to physically discipline her, and Mrs. Miller was insistent that that’s what the girl needed. Commander Miller reminded her she was just a teenager, and Mrs. Miller countered that she is a woman, not a child. You were married off young and it had seemed fine. You felt like an adult. But now you look at Elizabeth and think ‘did I look that young? Did I seem that childlike?’

Mrs. Miller had expressed that she had hoped wives school would fix her, or that maybe after coming back, Riley’s influence would be good. Ellie’s friend, Riley, was 16 and was married to a man in his 20’s, both children from before who had been taken from an unworthy family. An age gap, but certainly not the worse you’d seen, certainly, but now you were near her husbands age the the idea of marrying a 16 year old…

All this to say, Commander Miller was a blessing. You’d been lying if you said you never thought of him when you masturbated. And of course you masturbated. His sweaty body all encompassing around you, brown curls falling on his face, his facial hair on your skin…

It was time for the ceremony, you and Mrs. Miller were in your respective positions, you laid up between Gina’s spread legs in her blue dress, her hand gripping your arms with your legs bent. Commander Miller emerged from the bathroom and your chest tightened at the sight of him, knowing what was coming. The pomp and circumstance had passed, the prays having been done in the living room with members of the household: You, Commander Miller, Mrs. Miller, Lisa, and the driver, Isaac. There had been a passive aggressive spat between Mrs. and Commander Miller on the idea of Elizabeth attending the prayers.

Mrs. Miller: “She needs to participate in household activities”

Commander Miller: “It’s bad enough she knows whats going on, I don’t need her to participate.”

Mrs. Miller: “She’ll be a wife soon enough herself, god-willing she’ll have a handmaid of her own!”

“God-willing she won't need to!”

Mrs. Miller scoffed. “As if God would find her worthy in her state!”

Commander Miller grew deadly calm, jaw set in a tense gaze as he stared at his wife, you and Elizabeth standing on the other side of the room. “Woman, you do not speak about her like that again, understood?”

The intensity of his eyes must have been warning enough, Gina backing down. “Yes sir.”

He straightened up. “Ellie, you are excused. Gina, drop it.”

The tension had carried over into the bedroom, the air thick with it as the reality of what was going to happen settled in. Commander Miller’s bulge was prominent even in his dark pants, having worked himself up alone before coming out here and undressing once again. Just pulling down his pants and underwear, god forbid you see him shirtless. This wasn’t for your pleasure, you filthy whore, this wasn’t even for his. This was for you to bare him and his wife a child. A son to lead the family in righteousness, or a daughter to bare more children and so on. This was a job.

You hear a spit and the distinct sound of masturbation, then a few more spitting sounds. It took everything in you to not look at him, keeping your eyes glued on the ceiling but the picture was clear in his head. The tall, broad, powerful commander furiously jerking off the the site of your body spread of before him. Was that for you? Or was he looking at his wife? He sure didn’t seem very fond of her, but there was no denying she was beautiful.

“Joel, do you really need to do that? It’s obscene.”

“Well you can’t expect her to take it dry when you can barely-”

“Joel!”

“Well unless you want me to-”

“JOEL!”

You couldn’t help it, opening your eyes to see him, his face scowling but eyes with a glint of mischief. He was fucking with her, purposefully embaressing her infront of a lowly handmaid to get back at her for what she said about Elizabeth.

When Commander Miller slid into you, you were suddenly acutely aware that this was going to be difficult. Slowly he moved inside and the inches just. Kept. Coming. Your breath hitched and you bite down on your lip trying to keep any possible sound from coming out, no gasps of pain that could be mistaken for pleasure. The stretch was unbearable by the time Joel was fully sheathed inside of you, thrusting as the tears pricked up in your eyes. It would be quick. There was no presence of needing to last, at least. Just get it done. Fill you up and hopefully you conceive. Problem was… the stretch.

It wasn’t your fault, really. It was natural, wasn’t it? Even under these circumstances. Or maybe you were a harlot, only redeemable by producing a child for a high value man. That's why you were in this position, right? You could feel yourself getting wet and you wished he would hurry up before the smell of sex and arousal fill the room, before the fucking sound became impossible to ignore. The warmth in your belly grew, tightening, the feeling of being filled so completely was just dizzying and you needed him to finish, now.

Then it happened, the orgasm hitting you so hard your eyes rollback in your head and it takes everything you have not to cry out. You can only pray Joel isn’t looking at your face as you attempt to stifle every bodily reaction as you pulse around him. Warmth floods your insides when he stills inside you, a light groan from his lips. He’s allowed to make a few sounds; he’s the man, after all. It’s supposed to feel good for him, but for you? This was wrong. This was bad, and you were going to be in a fuck ton of trouble now. Aunt Lydia never said anything about orgasming. Did the law have a specific article about this, or was it left up to the commander's discretion? You hadn’t seen Joel raise a hand to Gina yet, but you were only a week in. You open your eyes, daring to take a peak at Commander Miller in order to gauge your future.

You can see him smiling at you before tucking himself back into his pants to go clean up. Mrs. Miller instructed you to lay there for a while, bettering the chances of it taking, and left the room. When Commander Miller exited the bathroom and returned to the bed chambers, he excused you with a soft “You can go now, darl’n”

Another 2 weeks went by without incident, and it appeared Commander Miller wasn’t going to do or say anything about your embarrassing indiscretion. Angela had told you to play with yourself before the ceremony to get yourself wet, but you had been too scared of this exact scenario happening. Fat lot of good it did you, huh?

Unfortunately for everyone involved, you got your period as expected. One would think you didn’t want to get pregnant. The odds of dying in child birth had increased despite growing technology. It was the pregnancy complications and the insistence of home births even when the pregnancy was warning them not too. Gilead’s obsession with rituals meant that there was also an extensive one for childbirth and that obsession rendered many women dead. In addition to that, there’s the horror of growing a child inside you, and even if it was a healthy pregnancy and that child lives, after a period of breastfeeding you are taken away from the life you created to go to another posting.

If you produce a child and remain behaved, when you are no longer of birthing age, you get to retire in peace. Whatever that meant. You weren’t sure you entirely cared, one way or another, but the idea of the wall was scary. 3 postings, 3 years per posting, this was your window.

You often heard Elizabeth sneaking downstairs after the household went to sleep; always after Joel went down. Your room was right by the stairs, so you heard it all. God knows you aren’t sleeping.

You were bored. So bored. Bored enough to sneak downstairs after Ellie and go investigate, so you do. Slowly and carefully you go down stairs and find Commander Miller’s office, creeping up to the door to listening. You hear music. Music that was supposed to have been destroyed a decade ago, and you take a moment to enjoy the sound. Steady acoustic guitar, soft male singing.

“Can we listen to it again?” Ellie’s voice spoke from behind the door.

“After your lesson.” Commander Miller.

“UUUGGGHHH”

“I thought you wanted to learn?”

“I do…” Ellie acquiesced, and you can hear the sounds of pulling a book off a shelf and opening it. Biology. Commander Miller was teaching Ellie biology. This was unheard of, especially for a commander's daughter, a woman who was supposed to be getting married off soon. She didn’t need to learn science, to listen to ungodly music? So why was a high ranking Commander not only allowing it, but teaching her?

You move to go back upstairs where you belong, but the creak of the floor gives you away. White-hot panic, the kind where everything runs hot and the world suddenly feels funny floods your system. You freeze, hoping to God no one heard you. That goes out the window when the door flies open, Commander Miller spotting you and yanking you inside the room by the dress.

“What the hell are you doing here?!” He shouts, loud and angry and so close to you that you can smell his breath.

“Dad?” A panicked Ellie stood to the side, drawing your attention. She looked terrified, and you felt sorry for scaring the poor girl.

Joel gripped your face, fingers digging into his skin as he forced you to look at him. “Eyes on me. You don’t look at her.” Keeping your face forward, Joel turned to Ellie. “Go upstairs, I’ll take care of this.”

“But dad-”

“Ellie. I got this, you go to your room, it’ll talk to you in a bit, okay?”

Ellie nodded, going out the door and only stopped to eye you for a moment.

Joel turned back to you. “What did you hear?”

“Nothing-”

“Liar!” He screamed, fingers pressing harder into your skin.

“I heard the music! And, and some of the lesson, but I won’t say anything I swear-”

“Of course you won’t,” Joel chuckled. “Who are they going to believe? A commander and the first daughter of Gilead, or a handmaid who cums during the ceremony.” Your eyes go wide at that, the way Joel’s grip loosens but never leaves, thumb slowly beginning to trace at your cheeks. “Yeeeah, that’s right, I felt you. Little bitch in heat couldn’t help cumming on cock? Didn’t even need any build up, huh? You just take whatever's given to you. Little whore, all pent up…”

God, he looked good like this; towering over you, broad shoulders closing in on you and making it clear there was nowhere to go. When he placed his thumb at your lips, you didn’t even hesitate to take it in your mouth and begin to bob your head, eyes closing just a little. “Dirty, dirty girl…” Joel taunted. “Just need to get filled up. All that pent up slut, nowhere to go. Tell me, sweet thing… Do you think of me when you touch yourself?”

Your sucking stopped, but Joel continued moving his thumb in your mouth. “Yeah, I know you do. Get on your fucking knees.” He didn’t wait, shoving you down to your knees, his cock entering your mouth before you had a chance to think.

The stretch pried open your mouth, pulling at your chapped and dry lips. The bulbous tip hit the back of your throat and made you gag, but he wasn’t stopping.

“Dirty fucking whore, that’s how you ended up here, isn’t it? Needed to be constantly filled, your husband wasn’t enough?” He thrust into you with vigor, your sputtering sounds only spurring him on more while you breathed through your nose, you couldn’t help but whine, preening at the sensation of a dick in your mouth once again. It felt, so, so good, despite the circumstances. “Don’t you worry, I’ll fill you up alright, fill you up enough you stay full.” His pace began to falter after a few more minutes. “Fill you up with my baby, fulfill your biological destiny like the pretty little whore you are.” You wriggle, trying to get some sory of sensation between your legs as you hungrily sucked at him, desperately needing his cum inside you.

He spilled into you, salty and thick and so fucking good, you swallow down every goddamn drop.

With a hand fisted in your dress, Joel pulled you up and to your feet, shoving you back against the wall as he cleaned up. “You are going to apologize to her, and after that.” Joel was close up against you again. “You are going to keep my daughter’s name out of your fucking mouth.” His tongue flicked out to lick at the corner of your mouth and swiped his tongue over your lips. “After tonight, we on’t be wasting one more drop in your mouth. Every last bit of me goes to filling you up, but this-” He patted your stomach where his cum was heading. “Should keep you satisfied until next time.”

Until next time.

Joel pulled you upstairs and into Ellie’s room where he shoved you forward. You fold your hands in front of you and bow your head, hoping she can’t see any evidence of you being a whore for her father on your face. You doubted Joel would’ve allowed that.

“I’m sorry for intruding, Miss Miller. It won’t happen again.” You are careful not to imply you heard anything, know anything, and certainly not imply that she did anything wrong. Joel wouldn’t stand for that.

“Yeah, whatever.” Was all she replied before Joel sent you out of the room, and all you hear as the door closes is “It’s okay, baby girl. It’s handled.”

But your thoughts were swirling on something else, how turned on you were, how dominant he was, how fucking hot he is, but most important, those last few words.

Until next time.

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parenthood part twenty one: muddy waters

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warnings: swearing, complex family dynamics, verbal arguments, kissing, allusions to smut

ambivalence masterlist , parenthood masterlist

It’s a perfect Wednesday night when you hear the knock on your front door. You’re not used to visitors on weeknights — especially ones that are unannounced — but the relaxation of the evening prior to the knock has you in such a great mood that you don’t mind it at all.

Rafe had made dinner; a new pesto pasta recipe he found online and wanted to try. Connor had helped him while you braided Josie’s hair — her most recent obsession. She took a turn trying to braid yours, and although it turned out messy and incomplete, you kept it for as long as it stayed in.

The kids sat down for dinner and there was no fighting, complaining, or even a desire to leave the table. Everyone took a turn sharing details of their day, and the dinner ended in lots of laughter.

Afterward, you and Connor did the dishes while Rafe and Josie listed off ideas for dessert since the kids had been so good for dinner. Settling on strawberry shortcake, they start to get all of the ingredients out when the knock sounds. You leave Connor on his stool at the sink, where he’s washing silverware, and hurry to the front door to answer it.

Pulling open the door, your smile falls for the first time since Rafe came home.

“Hey,” Sarah says, swallowing roughly as she stares at you.

You take a moment to wrap your head around the fact that she’s standing on your porch, then fake a smile and clutch the door handle in your fist.

“Hey,” you reply, your voice hoarse.

“Um, listen, sorry to just show up out of the blue, but I really need to talk to my brother,” she explains, and you find her word choice interesting.

“Your brother?” you question before you can help yourself.

Sarah draws back, clearly not expecting you to fire back at her in any sense. You know exactly what Sarah thinks of you — pushover who won’t stand up for herself because she wants to keep the peace with everyone.

“Yes,” she says slowly, “It’s a family matter.”

You snort, “I’m his wife, Sarah.”

“I get that, I’m just saying, it has nothing to do with you,” she explains, “Could I just—”

“Sweetheart?” Rafe yells from the kitchen, “Who is it?”

You sigh, having no idea what to do. You know Rafe wants the kids to stay away from Sarah, so you can’t yell that it’s her in response. You’re also sure Rafe himself doesn’t want to see Sarah, but that’s not your choice to make.

You shake your head and look up at Sarah, who stands smugly on your porch, with her arms crossed over her chest.

“Wait here,” you tell her, “I’ll send him out.”

She doesn’t reply, or even acknowledge that you spoke, so you step back and close the front door on her.

Your walk to the kitchen feels like an eternity, and by the time you re-enter the room, all three pairs of eyes look up at you.

“Mommy, we made yours,” Connor says, smiling and holding up a plate for you.

“Thank you, handsome,” you reply, accepting the plate.

Rafe tucks his arm around your waist, clearly reading the expression on your face and knowing instantly that something’s up. The kids fall out of tune with the two of you quickly; opting to take turns adding more and more whipped cream to their strawberries.

“What’s up, baby?” Rafe whispers in your ear, leaving a kiss on your temple.

“Well, you start, turning around to face him, “Actually, your—”

“Whoa, strawberry shortcake?”

You watch Rafe’s expression change in slow motion; recognizing the voice instantly. Your head shoots over to the doorway, where Sarah stands with a wide smile on her face, watching the kids’ eyes go wide.

“Aunt Sarah, you’re home!” Connor exclaims, forgetting about his dessert and rushing toward her.

“Aunt Sarah!” Josie squeals.

Sarah scoops up both kids in her arms and showers them with kisses and questions about how they’re doing. You wince when Rafe’s hands fall from you completely, then watch as he turns around to face his sister.

He stares at her for a long minute, taking in her appearance. Her hair is shorter and her makeup looks almost professional — making her look older. Despite all of this, the only thing you see when you look at her is the same girl who tried to sabotage your relationship with Rafe in the beginning. The same girl who stole your boyfriend back in high school, then rubbed it in your face. The redemption she’d found is gone, you think, and you know Rafe sees it, too.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Rafe questions, eyeing the kids as he takes a step closer to his sister.

“Oh, just came to see what Barbie and Ken are up to,” she replies sarcastically, shooting you a look.

Rafe’s jaw clenches, “Don’t do that.”

Sarah grins smugly at this response, seeming that it’s exactly what she had been going for.

“Why not?” she asks innocently, “It’s totally fitting. You know, boy meets girl; girl ignores boy. Boy develops a substance abuse problem—”

“Sarah,” you gasp, watching Rafe draw back.

She laughs, “Joking.”

Rafe steadies himself and takes a long, deep breath, then calmly crosses the kitchen, making eye contact with his sister as he approaches.

“Give me my children,” he says, his voice way too calm for your liking before he adds, “Now, Sarah.”

“Daddy—” Josie starts to pout, but Rafe doesn’t let her finish.

“C’mere, Josie,” he demands of her, already grabbing her and removing her from Sarah’s arms, “Put Connor down.”

“Oh, my God,” Sarah groans, rolling her eyes, “This is so—”

“Connor,” Rafe’s voice raises, a rare occurrence in your house and enough to ensure the kids know he’s serious, “Get down, now.”

With a pout, Connor squirms from Sarah, then hurries across the kitchen and grabs onto your leg. You sink to your knees, wrapping your arms around him to give him a hug. Just by his expression, you can tell Connor doesn’t understand, and he took his father’s irritation to heart.

“You’re ridiculous,” Sarah scoffs.

“Go to your mother,” Rafe tells Josie, setting her on the floor and sparing you half a glance before turning to Sarah, “I told you I didn’t want you around my children.”

Sarah shrugs, “You tell me a lot of things.”

“Why did you even come here?” Rafe questions her.

Josie reaches you and cuddles into the side of your body opposite to where Connor is, and you hesitate on what to do at this point.

“I need to talk to you,” she says again, “I already told Y/N—”

“Before she let you into our house?” Rafe guesses.

You stand then, keeping a grip on the hands of both of your kids.

“No, Rafe, I didn’t let her—”

Rafe’s hand goes up to silence you, and it’s the first time you can really see his expression. He’s angry — so angry, in fact, that you realize he isn’t going to be listening to anything anyone says for the next little bit. You draw back, suddenly feeling as if Rafe isn’t on your side.

“Whoops,” Sarah snickers, “Did I start an argument?”

She’s faking innocence, and part of you feels as if you could smack the smug look right off her face.

“We’re not arguing,” you defend weakly, while Rafe says nothing.

“Whatever,” Sarah huffs, “Hey, Connor—”

Rafe steps toward his sister and glares, silencing her. She just smirks wider, watching Rafe turn his head to speak over his shoulder.

“Take the kids to your parents’, Y/N,” he orders.

“What?” you question weakly.

He shakes his head at your inquiry, as if he can’t even begin to believe you’re questioning him. Then, he turns, but his eyes don’t meet yours.

“Put the kids in the car, and take them to your parents’,” he repeats, “I need to deal with this.”

Before you can even speak up, your daughter does it for you.

“But, Daddy—”

“Don’t argue with me,” his voice raises, causing your eyes to go wide.

“Rafe,” you criticize his tone toward Josie, but he shakes his head.

“Just do what I ask!” he fires out, his voice loud and booming, “For once, just do it.”

You stare at him for a long moment, letting the silence sit between all of you. It isn’t until you catch the smirk on Sarah’s lips that you decide not to waste another second. You smile down at both of the kids and then pull them toward the garage, stopping only to put their jackets and shoes on.

You try not to look at Rafe, Sarah, or the strawberry shortcake ingredients as you do all of this. You just focus on the kids; giving Connor smiles every time his big eyes find yours, then brushing the stray, silent tears from Josie’s cheeks from her dad yelling. You’re sure Rafe doesn’t know the tears are there — at least, you choose to believe that.

You turn back once the kids are settled, but Rafe doesn’t even look your way. He’s staring at Sarah with hatred and anger, obviously just waiting for the door to close behind you before he says another word to her.

“Bye, Daddy,” Josie lets slip quietly, and a small sniffle from her tears follows.

Rafe’s shoulders immediately lose their tenseness at the little noise, one that he knows all too well. He turns just as you scoop her up in your arms, then send him a glare.

“Wait,” he whispers, “Jo, princess, wait—”

“Just deal with it, Rafe,” you snap, “I’m doing what you asked.”

His eyes shut as he listens to you guide the kids out to the garage, where you strap them in and give them both hugs and kisses before climbing into the car yourself. You look at them both in the rearview mirror as they process what’s happened; how their favorite night of the week has so quickly turned into this.

Your mom welcomes you and the kids into the house with open arms, as you knew she would. Your dad takes Connor and Josie into the kitchen and they all construct ice cream sundaes together while you and your mom spill everything over a glass of wine in the living room. She lets you cry, then offers you more wine, but stops you before it can get to be more than you need.

Rafe calls you for the first time about half an hour after you arrived at your parents. You chose not to pick up, but you and your mom both watched the phone ring. He calls again after an hour, then after two hours, then switches to texting you. Those, you choose not to open, yet.

Connor wanders into the living room first, while you’re sure Josie’s trying to pawn more ice cream from your dad in the kitchen. He squirms into your lap and gives you a hug, where he eventually falls asleep.

“They have clothes here,” your mom whispers, “Sleep here tonight.”

You think about it for a moment before nodding and allowing her to pour you a bit more wine.

“Thanks, Mom,” you whisper.

Josie and your dad come in soon after, and both Josie and your dad fall asleep in the armchair soon after. It isn’t until your mom disappears to take care of the dishes in the kitchen that you decide to check your phone, viewing the missed text messages from Rafe.

Can you talk?

Please?

You stare at the messages for too long. The last one was sent almost an hour ago, and the fact that he seems to have given up makes your stomach turn. Eventually, you type out a message that you hope says exactly what you want it to say.

We’re staying the night here. Kids have everything they need. Please pack lunches for the kids and put their backpacks in the kitchen before you leave for work. Goodnight.

Only about four seconds after you hit send does your phone start to ring. You reject the call immediately to stop the noise from waking anyone in the living room from their sleep. Connor squirms against you, but doesn’t awaken.

Come home. Bring the kids home.

This time, you don’t hesitate on your response, but instead, type out a quick one and hit send before you even have time to think.

We’ll see you tomorrow.

The bubbles that display his typing appear immediately, then disappear, then appear and remain on screen for a while, then disappear again. You lock your phone before you can obsess over it any further, then place it on the coffee table.

Then, on your own, you carry the kids upstairs. They both grunt and groan on the way up, but you don’t mind. Instead of putting them in Scott’s room to sleep, you decide to keep them with you instead, wanting to have some warmth in your bed tonight.

You shut off your alarm before it goes off, given that you didn’t even get one full hour of sleep. Instead, you spent the night staring at Connor and Josie as they slept, both cuddled up with their blankets and letting even breaths in and out.

Even though you know why he did, you’re sad Rafe left you alone. You know he did it because of the kids — out of fear of waking them up with calls and texts. Given that you know him so well, you’re sure he didn’t get any sleep either, and is now probably considering if it’s too early to call.

Shaking the thought from your mind, you replay the way he’d looked at you yesterday, his harsh words, and eventually huff as you stand from the bed. You take a quick shower, then come out and wake both Connor and Josie from their sleep.

All three of you get ready to the best of your ability, then you sneak out of the house with the kids, trying not to wake your parents up. A part of you hates that the kids need their backpacks, because you don’t want to have to go home and face him right now.

It isn’t until you pull onto your street that Josie finally brings up Rafe for the first time since last night.

“Is Daddy still mad at me?”

You frown, “No, honey. He was never mad at you.”

She’s quiet for a moment, but you know it won’t last long. Connor gazes longingly out the window, listening to the two of you but not engaging.

“Yes, he was,” Josie pushes, “Daddy yelled. But, Daddy says we don’t yell at each other. So, he’s mad at me, Mommy.”

You swallow the lump in your throat, but it doesn’t go away. Instead, it remains there, and you sigh.

“Daddy loves you,” you say weakly, “Both of you. He didn’t mean to yell.”

Josie nods, “Is Daddy at home?”

She asks this right as you pull into the driveway, where Rafe’s truck is parked neatly. Your stomach twists at the thought of having to face him, not knowing what he’ll have to say.

“Looks like it,” you reply.

You get both kids out of the car and lead them up to the now open garage. Connor grasps your hand in his and keeps his pace with you, and you know it’s no accident. He’s hesitant to see Rafe, too, you’re sure, because of it all. Josie, who seems to want to see him the most, walks a few steps ahead.

She waits for you to open the door leading into the house, then guides the two of you inside.

“Alright,” you say to the kids, “School in five minutes, please. Go potty and grab your backpacks.”

Josie ignores you, and instead, walks into the kitchen, “Daddy?”

Connor squeezes your hand, gaining your attention as you look down at him to check on him. His eyes are wide and innocent as he stares up at you.

“Mama,” he whispers, bringing you to your knees, “I don’t really wanna see Daddy right now.”

You stare at Connor, at Rafe’s mini twin, and nod your head sadly. You understand his emotions, because you feel the same, and brush the hair from his eyes before kissing his forehead.

“That’s okay, baby,” you promise him, “Just go potty. I’ll get your backpack and meet you back here.”

He nods and releases your hand, then walks out of the kitchen and into the living room. Josie continues to search while you listen, relaxing only when you hear the bathroom door close behind Connor.

“Daddy!” Josie calls again.

“Josie?”

His voice is faint, and you instantly know he’s upstairs. Josie perks up at the sound of his voice and goes rushing into the living room just as you hear Rafe’s footsteps descending down the stairs.

“Daddy,” she repeats, sounding relieved to see him, “Daddy, I missed you.”

You watch from the doorway of the kitchen as Rafe meets the bottom step, then sinks to his knees in front of her and pulls her in for a hug. She’s quick to wrap herself around him, squeezing him as tight as he squeezes her.

“I missed you, too, princess,” he says quietly, emotionally, “I really, really did.”

They remain in each other’s embrace for a few more seconds before Rafe ultimately pulls back, trying to get a look at her.

“I don’t like it when you don’t tuck me in,” she pouts.

Rafe nods, “I know. I know, princess, I’m so sorry.”

“Are you still mad at me?” Josie asks, and when Rafe’s eyes close, she continues, “Mommy says you’re not, but—”

“I’m not,” Rafe promises, his eyes glossy with emotion, “Josie, I’m so sorry about yesterday. I never meant to make you cry. I shouldn’t have yelled, baby, I’m sorry. Can you forgive me?”

“I forgive you, Daddy,” Josie nods, letting Rafe pull her right back into his chest.

You hear the bathroom door open again and step forward, watching as Connor walks out of the bathroom and comes face to face with his dad and sister.

“Connor,” Rafe breathes, pulling back slightly from Josie, “Hey, buddy. Can I talk to you?”

Connor’s eyes immediately find you, wide with concern. Rafe follows Connor’s gaze, and his eyes meet your figure for the first time today. Immediately, Rafe picks up Josie and stands, licking his lips anxiously as his eyes hit the floor.

“We need to get to school,” you announce.

Connor crosses the room and takes your hand, standing by your side with his back to Rafe.

Rafe nods once, “I packed lunches. Backpacks are on their hooks in the laundry room. Chocolate chip cookies for you, princess, and Zebra cakes for Connor, right, buddy?”

Connor says nothing. Rafe runs a hand through his hair and looks up at you, as if to silently bag for help with his son. You look away, unwilling to provide that.

“Go get your backpack,” you tell Connor, nodding toward the laundry room.

He agrees and rushes off, leaving you to face Rafe while he clutches Josie. She sets her head down on his shoulder, seemingly unwilling to separate from him.

“I could take them,” he volunteers, “I don’t have to be at the office until ten.”

“It’s fine,” you reply.

He nods, “Alright. Can I have kisses, Josie?”

Josie gives Rafe a hug and a kiss, then promises to see him after school. Connor returns to the living room just as Rafe sets Josie down, and hands her her backpack.

“C’mon, kiddos,” you say, grabbing each of their hands.

Rafe clears his throat and takes a step forward, “Are you coming home after?”

You look up at him, wanting to dismiss his question, but the desperation hidden in his expression makes your heart melt. You feel your guard lower, and soon, you nod.

“Yep.”

His shoulders loosen, “Okay. I’ll be here.”

You just nod, then lead the kids toward the garage. Josie turns back, giving one last smile to Rafe.

“Bye, Daddy!”

“Bye, princess,” he smiles, “Bye, Connor. Love you all.”

“Love you too!” Josie calls, leaving Rafe with only the echo of her response, and the loudness of the silence from you and your son.

Rafe sends you an alert to his location while you’re in the middle of dropping the kids off, sharing with you that he is currently at your favorite coffee place. You stare at the notification for a moment, then tuck your phone away once more.

You know he’ll be there when you get home, because he’s probably religiously checking your location. You allow him to watch as you circle the neighborhood three times for no reason other than to stall.

When you do decide to go home, it’s only because you have to work. Your car finds its spot in the garage, and you sit inside for an extra minute before braving the inside of your home. With a sigh, you decide to head in, silently hoping for some sort of strength and resolve.

You’re not at all surprised when you walk inside to the kitchen and find a bouquet of roses in the middle of the island, sitting in a vase beside a large iced coffee and a box that you’re sure contains donuts. Rafe is nowhere to be seen, but you don’t go looking for him, either. You stand in front of the flowers, peek in the donut box, and sip from the coffee before stepping back, ready to go log into work.

Just as the donut box is shut, Rafe walks into the kitchen. He’s in slacks and a dress shirt, which remains open. You can see his warm, tan skin, and you’re jealous of the tie hanging undone around his neck, kissing that skin you love so much.

“Hey,” he says hesitantly.

“Hey,” you return, crossing your arms over your chest, “I hope you know that this doesn’t make up for any of it.”

Although you’re trying to be serious, Rafe’s lips tip up in a smirk, his eyes never leaving you.

“I know,” he replies, “Can you tie this?”

He watches your resolve start to melt as he steps closer, giving you a better view of his figure. He smells so good, you notice, and he’s looking at you in the way that always makes your heart skip a beat.

Just as you feel yourself giving in, you shut it all down. His smirks, his advances, all of it. His expression drops when you step back, shaking your head and ridding yourself of his scent.

“No,” you say firmly, “Seriously, Rafe? You think flowers and coffee are going to make up for what happened yesterday?”

He frowns, “Y/N—”

“No, you know what? You know where your sister gets that little ‘Figure Eight Barbie Doll’ narrative from? She gets it from you, because that’s exactly how you spoke to me yesterday.”

Rafe draws back, and the expression on his face reminds you of Connor’s earlier. Sad, anxious, and above all, hurt.

“I—” he starts, his voice weak and fragile, “Sweetheart, I’m sorry.”

Just like that, you melt. His voice, his demeanor, the way he already knows just how enormously he fucked up. It all draws you in, not wanting to fight with him, but sure wanting him to know how it all made you feel.

“Rafe,” you say, earning his eyes, “If you ever speak to me that way again—”

You stop yourself, shaking your head and dropping his gaze. He nods, then takes one step closer to you.

“I was angry,” he blurts, “Angry that Sarah was standing in our kitchen. Angry that she ruined our perfect night. Then, she’s holding our kids and bringing up all this fucking bullshit. I just wanted the kids away from her, because I don’t— they can’t know. About me. About who I was. And, just, the look on her face pissed me off. Like, she was ready to tear apart everything I have, you know?”

You shake your head again, “She didn’t have to work that hard, Rafe. You pretty much ruined it for yourself. I mean, seriously? Telling me to listen to you, for once? What the fuck does that even mean?”

“Nothing, Y/N, it means nothing,” he says quickly, stepping forward again, desperate to reach out and grab ahold of you, “I was mad and I wanted you guys out of the house before I blew up on her. That doesn’t mean I should’ve said it. I’m so sorry, baby.”

You step back, “Okay.”

Clearly, this response is not good enough for him. He closes the space between the two of you, cupping your cheeks in his palms gently, and stares down at you. His eyes are brimmed with tears, and you can tell up close that he truly did not get any sleep last night.

“Tell me what to do,” he whispers, “I’ll do it. Anything you want. Because, believe me, sweetheart, I’ve been kicking myself since the door shut behind you yesterday.”

You stare at his blue eyes, at the desperation he holds to try and make it alright. You sigh and pull away, letting his hands fall to his sides. His frown deepens, but you don’t let that stop you.

“Make things right with your son,” you reply weakly, choking down your own cries, “You raised your voice at our children, Rafe, and that’s not okay. I get that you were mad at your sister, but they deserve better than that. So do I. Go to work.”

You slide out from around him then, hurrying out of the kitchen and to your office. You shut the door and sign onto work, holding it together for a few more minutes. It’s not until you hear the garage door open and shut, the alarm beep, and Rafe’s truck start up, that you let yourself crack. Then, you wipe the tears from your cheeks and walk back out to the kitchen, where you spitefully swipe the coffee from the counter, along with the entire box of donuts, and retreat back to your office.

On his lunch break, Rafe leaves work and heads to your favorite sandwich joint, which just so happens to be right around the corner from your favorite bakery. He picks up your favorite lunch and pastries, then comes home. You’re in the middle of a lengthy email to Rose when you hear the alarm beep with his entry, but you don’t question it.

With a knock, he stands in the doorway of your office, waiting on you to turn. When you do, your heart melts as you read the labels on the bags he juggles, along with the cup he clutches. He smiles to himself when he sees the donut box sitting on your desk and the empty coffee cup in the trash.

You take a deep breath as he enters, and without saying a word, he sets the food down on your desk, then removes the donut box with a small excuse of taking it to the kitchen for you.

“Thank you,” you murmur, turning back to your keyboard.

“Mhm,” he hums, and you feel him stop right behind you, “Sweetheart?”

You turn your chair, meeting his eyes and facing him.

“What?”

He raises a brow at your response, prompting you to stubbornly cross your arms over your chest.

“I want to take Connor out tonight,” he declares, “Would you be okay with hanging out with Jo?”

You hope he can’t see the way your eyes soften at the idea, but you know that he knows you better than that.

“If it’s okay with Connor, yes,” you agree.

He beams, “Perfect.”

“Alright,” you whisper, attempting to turn back around once more.

Rafe, who feels victorious, grabs ahold of the back of your chair and spins you to your original position — facing him. He smirks when your eyes widen at his movement, but you don’t have much time to dwell on it, because he kneels directly in front of you and places his large, warm palms on your thighs.

“I’m in love with you,” he tells you, not removing his eyes from you for one second, “Even when you’re pissed at me. Even when you have this cute little attitude. So, push me as far as you want. I deserve it.”

He watches you try and suppress a smile by biting the inside of your cheek.

“You do deserve it,” you mumble.

He grins, “I know.”

Before you can protest any further, one of Rafe’s hands cups your cheek the same way he did this morning, and pulls you in. You don’t protest, pretending as if you don’t have time, and let his lips meet yours.

He’s gentle in a way that you haven’t felt in a long time, yet needy enough that tells you he missed you oh so much in bed last night. His lips work against yours in a desperate, loving fashion, and his tongue tastes your bottom lip before he tucks it between his teeth and pulls, eliciting a groan from the back of your throat. When he pulls back, you have to remind yourself not to beg for more, because you have to play the long game here.

“I really do love you,” Rafe whispers, pecking your lips, “And, I really am sorry.”

“Good,” you mutter.

He chuckles and lets his hands fall to your lap once more, where they run over your skin before he stands up. He takes you in one more time, then turns and walks out of your office. Once he reaches the doorway, your guilt takes over.

“Rafe?”

He turns back immediately, “Yeah, baby?”

“I love you, too.”

He smiles then, and you allow a smile to form on your lips, too.

“I know,” he admits, almost shyly, “Have a good day, sweetheart.”

You pick up the kids later that afternoon, with a belly full of a sandwich and pastry. They both tell you about their days over their snack in the kitchen, and when they’re through, Josie takes her seat at the kitchen table and opens her favorite picture book. Connor takes his plate and Josie’s to the sink, where he rinses them and sets them down.

“Homework?” you ask him.

He nods, “Math.”

You turn your nose up and he laughs, shaking his head. Connor, like Rafe, excels in the math department. You, however, do not.

Connor sets himself up at the table with Josie; both of them remaining quiet and respecting the other. You do the dishes and clean the kitchen, not at all surprised when you hear Rafe’s truck pull into the driveway. He’s an hour early, but you expected as such.

Josie’s the first to perk up when she hears the door from the garage open. Rafe walks through and glances around, finding your back to him at the sink, Connor's eyes pressed to his homework, and Josie already out of her chair and running to him.

“Daddy!” she cheers, launching herself at him.

“Hey, baby girl,” Rafe beams, “Missed you so much today. How was school?”

Josie starts telling Rafe a story about her day while he carries her across the kitchen, where his hand meets your back gently. You don’t turn — intentionally trying to torture him. He doesn’t show any sign that it works, and instead, he finishes his conversation with Josie behind you. You scrub the casserole dish that didn’t actually need to be washed in the first place; but it had given you something to do.

“Connor’s doing math,” Josie tells Rafe, who uses that knowledge to excuse himself and walk over to the kitchen table.

“Is he?” Rafe questions, setting Josie back down in her chair, “Hey, buddy. Need any help?”

Hesitantly, Connor looks up at his dad, then back down at the paper in front of him.

“Yes, please,” Connor says quietly.

Rafe nods and smiles, then pulls out the seat beside him and slides into it. In a matter of minutes, Connor’s talking to him, sitting up in his chair, and engaging in conversation. After his math sheet is full of correct answers, Rafe leans down and brushes hair from Connor’s eyes, then gives him a sad smile.

“Listen, buddy,” Rafe almost whispers, “About yesterday. I’m really sorry that I yelled and made you think I was mad at you. I should not have raised my voice like I did, I know that. And, it’s okay if you’re not ready to forgive me, yet, but I just want you to know how sorry I am.”

Connor’s lips part and he nods, “I know, Dad.”

Rafe nods in return and exhales in relief, then leans forward and kisses Connor’s forehead.

“Good,” he replies, “I was thinking, maybe you and I could go to Mack’s tonight and get—”

“Mack’s?” Connor gasps, thinking of his favorite restaurant in town.

Rafe grins, “Yeah, buddy.”

“Can we get milkshakes?”

“We can definitely get milkshakes,” Rafe replies, “Sound good?”

Connor’s smile makes your heart melt, and you love how well Rafe knows the kids so much that he knows the right way to communicate with both of them.

“Sounds great,” Connor replies.

Rafe kisses Connor’s forehead again, then stands from the chair. He tells Josie to put her backpack up in her room, and for Connor to put his homework away before he gets ready to go. The kids do as they’re told, and you shake your head as he turns back to you once they’re hurrying to the stairs.

“And then there was one,” he teases, rounding the sink once more, “You’re going to be the most stubborn, aren’t you?”

You keep your eyes trained down in the sink, where you’re now scrubbing every wine glass you own, citing dust as the reason.

“Yep,” you reply.

He chuckles, placing his hands on your hips and pressing his body into you from behind, “As expected. I might have to pull out some old tricks.”

You raise a brow, “You’re failing so far, Cameron.”

He laughs, then buries his face into the crook of your neck. His lips meet your skin in firm, wet kisses, and it draws an uneven breath from your lungs. His hands roam greedily, and it isn’t until he gently takes skin between his teeth that you gasp and pull away.

“Laundry,” you blurt, “There’s laundry I have to do.”

He smirks, “Yeah?”

“Yes.”

“Where is it?”

You falter, and his smirk widens.

“Where is what?” you ask.

“The laundry. I’ll do it. Just tell me where it is so I can take care of it.”

You sigh and cross your arms over your chest, turning around to face him for the first time since he came over. He grins then, knowing he’s got you right where he wants you.

“It may not exist yet,” you admit, dropping your gaze to his chest, taking note of how broad he looks in his blue suit, “But, I’m sure I can find something in this house that needs to be washed.”

“Hmm,” he hums, “Seems like you have a few minutes to spare, then.”

He tucks his index finger underneath your chin, then grips it with his thumb. You swallow, and he smiles, and just before he leans in, your entire persona drops.

“Rafe,” you grumble, “I’m not ready to let it go, yet.”

“That’s fine,” he whispers, breath hitting your lips, “As long as you just don’t let me go.”

You nod, allowing his scent, his words, and the temptation of his mouth pull you right back in. His kiss is desperate and demanding. You’re not in control of it for one second, not even when he pushes you back against the countertop and slips his fingers down the waistband of your leggings.

“Rafe—” you say, silenced by another kiss from him.

“Tell me,” he demands, “Tell me what you want. Tell me how to make it up to you.”

“You hurt me,” you blurt, watching his face fall.

He pulls back and lets his hand slide up from your panties, resting now just over your stomach. His eyes scan your face, silently begging you to take it back, to elaborate, to burst out into laughter and tell him you’ve just been messing with him.

“What?”

“You hurt me,” you repeat, your voice sounding weak as you explain to him how you feel, what’s been on your mind since yesterday, “You made me seem like a bad wife. I know that I’m not. But, you acted like I don’t listen to you. Like I’m just supposed to be submissive and give in to every demand. I know you’ve apologized, but it really hurt my feelings.”

“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, but you’re not through.

“This is a partnership. Regardless of how angry you are, you cannot treat me like that.”

His nod is small, and his lips press together in a line. His warm palm splays across your stomach, heating your skin.

“I fucked up,” he says quietly, “I fucked up, and that’s on me. You’re the most amazing wife — woman — I’ve ever met, and I know how lucky I am. Trust me. There’s no excuse for what I said, and I’m so fucking sorry that it hurt you. That I hurt you. I love you so much, baby, and I’ll do better. I promise.”

To show him that you’ve heard him, you bring your hand to his and cover it. His palm presses tighter into your stomach, as if he’s desperate to feel your skin on his own. His eyes don’t leave you, but the pout that forms on your lips draws him in closer.

“Maybe you could grovel a bit more,” you say quietly, trying not to smile, “That might help.”

Rafe doesn’t even try to hide his smile, “Really?”

“Mhm,” you nod, “Just for a few more days, or something.”

“Definitely. A week might be better.”

“Maybe two,” you throw out.

He laughs, “You’re perfect.”

You smile, too, tugging him down by his arm to give you another kiss. This one is more gentle, loving, and tender. He keeps it soft, and keeps his hands where you can see them, only wanting to do what you’re comfortable with.

“Hey,” you say when you pull back, earning all of his attention, “What did Sarah even want?”

His eyes darken, the way they seem to only do when he’s talking about his sister. You frown, knowing it won’t be good. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows, then sets his jaw.

“What does Sarah ever want?” he mutters, “Money.”

You scoff, “I thought your dad was giving her money.”

“Nope. He cut her off. Said she could come home if Boston wasn’t working out. She refused. So, she came here.”

You quickly process that information, but your brows furrow when you think about it all.

“Why would Sarah think you’d give her money?” you ask him, “After everything she said?”

He shrugs, but you can tell just by his expression that he has more to say.

“Because I thought about it,” he admits.

“What do you mean?”

He shrugs again, “I mean, I thought about what you always say about Sarah. That she just wants to have a life before she has kids and everything. I kept thinking about what you would do, and I almost gave her the money.”

“Almost?” you question.

“Yeah, almost,” he repeats, clocking the pitter patter of bare feet on the stairs, “Then, I told her to fuck off, and I couldn’t believe she was standing in the middle of me and you. Again.”

You don’t have time to reply to him, given that Connor rushes into the kitchen and over to Rafe. Even then, Rafe’s eyes stay locked into yours until Connor reaches for his arm, pulling it from your stomach.

“Ready to go, Dad?”

Rafe smiles and looks down at Connor, who is dressed and holds a pair of socks in his hand, ready to put his shoes on.

“Ready, buddy,” Rafe agrees, “Give Mom kisses while I get your shoes.”

“Have fun, handsome,” you smile, sinking down to peck Connor’s cheeks.

Rafe steps away and grabs Connor’s shoes, then tosses them one by one to him. Connor laces up his shoes and then stands once more, blowing you a kiss as he guides Rafe toward the garage door.

“Bye, Mama!” he calls.

“Bye,” you reply, then change your mind and step forward, “Rafe?”

He turns, “Yeah, sweetheart?”

You catch him off guard and you know that, but you don’t care. Your hand meets his chest only seconds before you pull him down, bringing him in for a long kiss.

You pull back first, and part of you is sure that he would’ve never stopped if you didn’t. When you focus on him, his eyes are hazy and his lips remain parted for a beat too long.

“I love you,” you tell him, “And, if you grovel a little tonight when you come home, I think I can forgive you.”

When you wink suggestively, you watch him melt. His shoulders fall and his eyes shut, compressing every dirty thought he has flashing through his head.

“Oh, baby,” he groans, “I’ll grovel a lot when I come home.”

You smile and peck his lips once more, then run a hand through Connor’s hair.

“Have fun, you guys.”

Rafe glances toward the doorway of the kitchen, “Josephine! Daddy’s leaving!”

As if on cue, Josie’s little feet can be heard running from the play room to the kitchen, where she freezes when she comes face to face with both of you.

“I wasn’t running in the house,” she lies.

Rafe laughs, “C’mere, princess.”

Josie gives Rafe a hug and a kiss, and doesn’t fuss once when he passes her off to you. Deciding to watch the boys leave, you carry Josie outside and both of you wave as they set off, all while planning to order pizza and watch movies until they come home. Rafe winks at you before he pulls away, sending those butterflies you gave him right back to you. You smile and shake your head, already seeming to count down the minutes until he comes home to you again.

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Kinktober Day 15- Overstimulation

Frankie Morales x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 1.6k

Warnings- smut (18+ only), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, established relationship, no plot, aftercare

Notes- All hail Frankie the pussy eating king!! I’m glad I swapped him out for Marcus M cause this works perfectly for our beloved Frankie!! I think y’all are really gonna enjoy this one too!! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen!

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“Oh God… Frankie…”

He hummed into you as he used his large, strong hands to keep your thighs parted. Frankie made the most obscene noises as he licked and slurped at you with abandon. Even after you already came once, he still didn’t let up and he devoured you like you were a warm meal on a cold winter’s night.

“Frankie… fuck…” you cried out as he licked along your folds and sucked at your clit.

You buried your hands in his hair and tugged as he moaned into you. The hum only added to the sensations as you lost yourself in him. Frankie sucked at your pussy greedily, and the loud noise echoed in the room, but he didn’t care. All he cared about was you and your pleasure.

“Frankie… I’m…” you panted as warmth spread across your entire body.

In response, he only tightened his grip on you and licked at you more, determined to make you cum again on his tongue. Your legs shook under his grip as his tongue flicked your clit over and over again at just the right angle. It didn’t take long for your orgasm to crash onto you and with a loud scream and a tug on his hair you came hard into his mouth.

Breathless, you flopped down limp onto the bed as Frankie finally broke away from your cunt with one last tender kiss. Heavy breaths from both of you filled the room as Frankie lifted himself onto his elbows to watch you as you came down from your high… highs.

“You ok, baby?’ he asked as he caressed your leg.

You blinked your eyes open and gasped when you saw Frankie. He had a glazed over expression, almost as if he was drunk, and his chin glistened from your juices. He had a look in his eyes that resembled a wild cat about to pounce on its prey and his broad chest rose and fell with his deep breaths.

“Fucking hell, Frankie,” you sighed as you collapsed down onto your back again.

Frankie laughed as he looked you over and took in the sight of you like this. But, as exhausted as you were, Frankie still wanted more. He craved you like a cat craved catnip, he needed you more than he needed air. And in this case, he felt that quite literally.

“Baby,” he cooed, “I gotta taste you again.”

“Again?!” you exclaimed as you shot back up. But when you saw the look in his eyes, you melted. You could never say no to those big brown eyes, and you knew how lucky you were to have a man that wanted to eat you out so much. In fact, Frankie seemed to like doing that more than anything else, even at the expense of his own pleasure. He seemed to actually take pleasure in giving you pleasure.

“If you want to stop we can…”

“No,” you interrupted him and reached out and cupped his face, “I just needed a second to catch my breath,” you grinned, “You’re too good at this, Francisco Morales,” you pulled him close to you and kissed him deeply.

Frankie chuckled into your mouth, “I live to serve, baby,” he joked before he broke away and settled between your legs again, “But say the word if it gets too much, and I’ll stop. Ok baby?”

You grinned brightly, “Ok,” suddenly you never wanted him to stop.

“Good,” his tone dropped as he grabbed your leg and hiked it over his shoulder, causing you to squeal in surprise, “Because I don’t wanna stop.”

Frankie dove into your pussy again and licked and sucked at you with a newfound need. You threw your head back and let out a loud scream as he ran his tongue along your already sensitive cunt. He licked and sucked so hard that for a moment you thought he was trying to suck your soul out of your body.

And when your next climax crashed into you, it felt like he was. You screamed even louder as your body trembled as you came hard. Your hands clawed at the sheets on either side of you as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

But, Frankie still didn’t let up. He broke away for just a moment to look up at you, and when you lifted your head and saw the absolutely blissed out expression on his face, you knew you were in for a long night.

“Fuck you taste so good,” he groaned before he buried his head between your legs again.

You cried out as tears filled your eyes. After having cum three times already, you felt hot and overwhelmed, but in the best way possible. You knew you were safe in Frankie’s hands, and you trusted him with everything you had. And although you felt so overstimulated already, the bliss that was Frankie’s tongue still gave you a pleasure unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

And you craved more just as much as he did.

Frankie swirled his tongue around your clit a few times before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked hard. He rocked his head up and down as he licked along your folds, determined to reach every spot possible that could give you pleasure. He couldn’t get enough of the taste of you, and making you feel good gave him a rush that nothing else could.

You moved your hands and buried them in his hair once more as you felt your body tremble. Frankie groaned as he tugged your other leg over his shoulder and grabbed onto your hips tighter to hold you in place. You felt so wonderfully helpless, yet perfectly safe at the same time.

“Fuck… Frankie…” was all you could get out before another orgasm crashed through you.

This time, Frankie didn’t let up and he kept going as he worked you through your climax and right into the next one. He bucked his hips against the bed as he cock strained while he continued to lick and suck at your pussy. It didn’t take long for you to cum again on his tongue.

When you whimpered, Frankie broke away and watched you for a moment as you caught your breath. His hands stayed on your hips for a moment before he moved them down to grab your ass. With an amazing feat of strength, Frankie lifted your hips up just a few inches to position your pussy closer to his face.

“Baby,” he murmured, “Can you give me one more, baby?”

You kept your eyes closed and your head down, but you caressed his head gently, “I think so,” you whispered.

He could tell you were nearing your limit, but Frankie wanted to make sure you were alright before he gave into his greed and ate you out just a little bit longer, “You sure, baby?”

You patted his head, “I’m sure,” you found your voice, “One last one, Morales, give me all you got,” you added with a smirk.

“Be careful what you wish for, baby,” he grinned before he dove back into you.

At this new angle, Frankie was able to better hit your clit with his tongue, and you screamed out when he sucked hard on you. He slurped at you like an ice cream on a hot day before he dipped his head down a bit and darted his tongue in and out of your entrance. The new angle and the new sensations drove you wild, and you laid out contently helpless in his arms.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as your mind swam in ecstasy. You felt like you were on fire, and the only one that could put it out was Frankie. You felt like you would float away if it wasn’t for his strong grip on you, but you knew he would never let you go. As your emotions ran high, you felt your climax once again quickly build up within you.

“Frankie… You’re gonna make me… Fuck!”

You trembled as you shook in his grasp and came even harder than before somehow. Frankie moaned into your pussy as he bucked his hips against the bed and never let up his relentless pace with his tongue. As you gushed into his mouth, Frankie too felt his own release and as he rocked against the bed he spilled himself onto the sheets, finally ready to let go after hours of being between your legs.

Once you let out a loud whimper, Frankie finally let you go and carefully let you back down onto the bed. He quickly crawled up to lay next to you and wrapped his arms around you. Together, the two of you laid in a comfortable silence as you recovered from such an intense night.

“You ok, baby?” Frankie asked as he cradled you close, “I didn’t get too carried away?”

“You got carried away alright,” you retorted back with surprising wit for how tired you were, “But that was fucking amazing,” you added in a dreamy voice, “You’re amazing.”

Frankie let go of his breath and sighed with a smile on his face, “No, you’re amazing, baby.”

You hummed as you settled against his chest and listened to the sound of his pounding heartbeat. You were just about to fall asleep when you suddenly realized, “Wait,” you shot up, “What about you?”

A tinge of embarrassment came across his face, “Taking care of you… took care of me,” he admitted.

Your mouth dropped open for a moment before you grabbed his face and kissed him deeply, “You’re a menace, Francisco Morales,” you murmured against him, “But I fucking love you for it.”

Frankie chuckled, “I fucking love you too baby,” he smirked devilishly, “With the tastiest pussy on the planet.”

“Frankie!” you smacked him playfully, “I’ll get you back for that,” you said as you settled back down in his arms.

“Looking forward to it, baby.”

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