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Chinese audio dramas recommendation part 1(?)
My recent obsession: audio dramas!
It’s seriously the best form of entertainment when I’m working and since working days take up 5 out of 7 days, I source for audio dramas so much it’s taking up a lot of my working hours.
1. Mr Dior (2 seasons, completed)
My comfort audio drama. The number of times I’ve re-listened to this one is uncountable.
Synopsis: No matter what script is it today, you are always the lead in my memory.
7 years into their marriage, Zhang Dadiao/Zhang Chengfei (top) got into an accident one day. Even without any serious physical injuries, the impact of the accident caused his brain’s perception turning into the novels that were stored in his Smart Watch. As a result, it caused him to think he was different characters of different kinds of script each time, but one thing stayed constant: his wife, Jiao Qi, will always be his priority. Thanks to that, Jiao Qi had to put up his husband’s weird actions but also, learned new secrets his husband apparently had been keeping from him.
I really enjoyed the laughs and the tears from this story. Though I’ve been meaning to read the original novel but... it’s on hold for numerous reasons... And the manhua is still ongoing now. But nonetheless, each script has its countless funny moments, and the couple never fail to prove to us love does exist. And CEO Zhang loves his wife no matter what happens.
Adding on, the voice actors, Jing Xiang Shui Yi (Zhang Chengfei) and Yang Zai (Jiao Qi) had incredible chemistry together for this was their 2nd project together. Their voices do fit the characters well and did excellent jobs in conveying the emotions just by their voices. They made the characters come to life and made listeners fall in love with them too.
2. Accidentally Married a Man full of Vinegar (1 season, completed)
Another comfort audio drama. Too many re-listens.
Synopsis: While drinking his sorrows away in a bar one night, Chu Yi picks up his future husband then and there, drunk, and after doing the unimaginable. After that, a handsome customer appeared in his design studio, asking, “Mr Chu, have you forgotten me?”
“Excuse me, but you are...?”
“Qin Yiheng. Are you looking to get married this year? Because I do, and I think we’re compatible.”
With the growing pressure from both parents, they decided to get married when all they knew were each other’s names, and their skills on bed...? But as the saying goes, time reveals a person’s heart - for Chu Yi, he did realise how much jealousy his husband had in him, and for Qin Yiheng, how much he actually cared for his new husband. While others date first before getting married, this couple got married first before they started to date.
Qin Yiheng was someone new to the relationship stuff and all. It was cute that he didn’t understand why Chu Yi asked for certain things, or why would his assistant suggested him to do certain things because he was married. But of course he was a fast learner and soon enough, he captured his husband’s heart. The 15 episode audio drama captured their journey together, as they finally became a real married couple. And of course, Qin Yiheng’s growth as a lover as well.
Additionally, the voice actors too, Hu Liang Wei (Chu Yi) and Jiang Xu (Qin Yiheng) had incredible chemistry as well. Their voices were really soothing too for such a sweet drama.
3. Your distance (1 season, completed)
Synopsis: Distance is a social platform that displays the distance between parties. To prevent the chances of bumping into the person he wants to flirt with in real life, Ting Shuang chose to match with someone 287km away. Everything was going well, other than his ex-boyfriend who cheated on him pestering to reconcile. But things got worse when he realise Cycle, the guy he called “darling” to get rid of his annoying ex, was 4.8km away from him?! Slowly, the distance decreased to 3m when he was in school. Which means...?!
After much denial, Ting Shuang finally admitted that his hellish professor, Bai Changyi, was Cycle that he matched with. Despite the 12-years age difference, they started their life as a couple.
I enjoyed the drama as with the age difference, the two guys were from different generations. And Ting Shuang would not let Bai Changyi live (more like he didn’t let him forget how old he actually was). But what I enjoyed the most was how Professor Bai was really mature and exerted that in their relationship. When Ting Shuang was being immature and refusing to communicate, Professor Bai would use his ways to deal with that, not allowing the miscomm trope to even take place. And how they dealt with problems were different and refreshing to see.
The voice actors, Yang Zai (Ting Shuang) and Zheng Xi (Bai Changyi), were great with their characters. Zheng Xi had the voice to show the stableness of Professor Bai and Yang Zia’s voice, in contrary with his partner’s, showed the difference in their maturity. And that helped with the drama and plot a lot.
4. Ex-husband’s call (1 season, completed)
Synopsis: After being set up with a handsome police officer with a great body, Tong Qiu, a school teacher with a uniform fetish, started dating him with the consideration of marriage in mind. And after 3 months, they got married with the agreement that if Tong Qiu wanted a divorce in a year, Huo Zhixing would agree to it wholeheartedly.
Fast forward to a year later, Tong Qiu: “Huo Zhixing, let’s file for a divorce.”
But that didn’t mean it was the end to Huo Zhixing. No matter how much Tong Qiu had to remind his friends that that was his ex-husband, everyone could tell Police Officer Huo had other plans. And that kicked off the courtship from Huo Zhixing.
I felt that this audio drama had simply taught us that in a relationship, never hide your true self as that’ll be what keep a relationship strong. I’m not going to spoil much here as I really do encourage people to go listen to this, it’s a really heart-warming drama and I thoroughly enjoyed it and was really happy I found it. The small actions from Huo Zhixing were really obvious actually and was really cute when sometimes it got Tong Qiu questioning himself. And slowly seeing Tong Qiu looking over the uniform and at the police officer himself was a nice journey to follow on. And of course there was a tad bit of angst but it was definitely for character growth.
As for the voice actors, Dao Diao Nan (Huo Zhixing) and Tang Cu Pai Gu (Tong Qiu), I felt that TCPG had some moments in the drama that... his voice was a little off for the character in a way I can’t really describe. But nonetheless he did a great job for this character who is a teacher and had hid his different sides. Dao Diao Nan also did an excellent job where there were definitely moments in which you could tell his voice had much more to say beyond the script, and it was amazing.
Trigger warning for this one as a very side character committed s**cide.
Please feel free to drop any recommendations! I would appreciate them! And I guess from my recommendations it’s quite easy to tell I’m one that goes for lighthearted dramas haha so please don’t hold back anything you wanna share!
#audio dramas#chinese audio dramas#mr dior#Accidentally Married a Man full of Vinegar#your distance#exhusband call#recommendation
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CW: gn reader*, angst, fluff, mentions of divorce, beautiful grovelling committed by none other than Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley because he’s our man 💪
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there is a part 2 in the vault with smut if you guys want it 🫣 (as this story is gender neutral, the daughter can be adopted or surrogated, if you wish to put it that way. but the next part will specify that the reader is afab)*
song for the chapter: ceilings - Lizzy McAlpine
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husband!Simon, who is gutted but understanding when you say you want a divorce. your relationship had taken a slow but scrutinising turn ever since you had your first kid.
the flame wasn’t there anymore, and you had gone into a depressive state due to the overwhelming pressure of having to take care of your daughter by yourself every time he got deployed to another country, then having to pray he would make it out alive.
ex-husband!Simon, who moves out in a matter of days after the talk, going to a small local motel so you had your space. you are devastated at the loss of warmth on the other side of the bed. although it wouldn’t have been any different if he stayed, as you had both been isolating yourselves for a while.
ex-husband!Simon, who comes around every weeks to check up on you and your child. making sure that everything was okay, which it wasn’t, but you had pulled yourself together to make sure you were there for her.
ex-husband!Simon, who still comes to parent-teacher interviews/conferences, resting a loving hand on your thigh as your daughter’s teacher talks about how much of an amazing student she is.
you expected nothing of it as it could’ve just been a natural instinct from him.
like how he still wore his ring………. every day…
right…………
ex-husband!Simon, who helps out in the kitchen one night, after dropping off your daughter at a sleepover; passing dishes back and forth, making sure to add lingering touches, to see if they were reciprocated, or if he should stop. and you just ignored them for the time being, not wanting to give him the time of day due to the state he left you in.
ex-husband!Simon, who is on your door step the night before the divorce is finalised.
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“I’m not signing the papers.” He stated firmly.
Your brows furrowed at the sight of him on your doorstep this late at night; speechless, you just let out a scoff of surprise.
“What?” You asked him confused, crossing your arms over your chest.
“I’m not signing the papers,” He repeated, “I want to make this work.”
“You don’t get to do that.”
“Do what?”
“Waltz back into my life like it’s nothing,” You answered, “I wanted a divorce for a reason.”
“I’ll be better.” His gaze narrowed, “I’ll prioritise you and our daughter, I didn’t do a good job last time. But now, I’ll be there every step of the way, and support you.”
“I won’t leave you in the dark again. And if you’re lost, I’ll make sure to be the light.”
Your gaze softened as he grabbed your hand, bringing it up to his chest.
“Please,” He whispered, “Can we try again?”
And just like that, the walls that you had built up to make sure you didn’t get hurt again, came crashing down.
#cod imagines#call of duty#simon ghost riley#simon ghost x reader#simon ghost x you#angst#exhusband#simon riley#tf 141#task force 141#cod mwii#cod mw2#ghost call of duty#ghost cod#writers on tumblr#gender neutral reader
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Just found a Gojo edit that has me losing my mind
#it should be illegal to pair Mr.Satoru Gojo with ANY of The Weeknd's songs honestly#hes too powerful#*calls exhusband contact*#em talks 👄
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I see Ignorant People, but I like to call them DUMB, but the word is wrong. TRIGGER WARNING: Domestic Violence.
I have trouble translating my mind into different dialects of intelligence. After obtaining my TBI, my brain has been stuck in dumb down mode. But I suspect if I go back to reading 8 books a day I can easily change that.
The only issue I have is...after reading 3500 books while i was Deployed to IRAQ...i have no interest in reading anymore.
Reading was my addiction and I used it to save me from life. I want to live life now. I want to SPEAK. which is making writing rather difficult.
I had stopped writing because my EX fuq head was JEALOUS of me and threatened my existence, broke my computer, and tried to murder me over his jealousy of my characters experiences versus me.
Him, beating me with an inch of my life. Left a HOLE. It made me plug a hole...with a mask. That mask has finally been lifted. I am able to write again. But instead of writing fiction... I am writing about me.
I can write about SEX. He wanted Sex.
But he married me knowing I was ASEXUAL.
He got mad I could write about it, but not put out. Even though during the relationship he understood. He unmasked the moment he trapped me into a marriage I thought was equal partnership.
PLEASE, if you ever get into a situation like I was...
REACH OUT, GET OUT, DON'T LOOK BACK. Don't wait...for them to get better. It will only get worse. Don't think they will change, they will not. Don't even think. Just RUN, drop everything, pack your bags, reach out to anyone and you will be surprised who will help you.
I know it's scary to rely on strangers. But I am telling you, RELY on them. Go to public spaces seek out someone you feel safe and tell them everything, and have them help you come up with a plan.
I didn't do that. But I do help people get out of these jams now. When i here, feel them from strangers who approach me.
I have reached out and done that for 3 people I met when I worked at a gas station. Stop being silent. When you see violence do something. Even if it's to call the cops, or pretend you are there friend and take them by the arm, and lead them away from it.
You acting like their mom, or grand daughter. Could deescalate the situation.
The homeless woman, I helped came back months later after i helped her and thanked me for the words I shared on how to get to safe place.
Please, dont be complacent. If you have the compacity to help. do it.
Sometimes these people just need someone to step in, and jog them into doing their own work.
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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ CASE OF THE EX
ೃ࿐ feat. gojo satoru
in which: you run into your ex husband just when he realizes he needs you back.
contains: nsfw, smut, exhusband!gojo, dubcon, infidelity, intoxicated sex (alcohol), breeding, gojo calls reader wifey, exhibitionism if you squint. wc: 1.3k
ೃ࿐ ki’s note: this was supposedly to be a drabble and ended up being way longer than expected. i’m also trying out a diff writing style lmk whatcha think!
it’s freezing, as it normally is in december, but this was a different type of cold.
the standing on your ex husband’s porch, four glasses of wine deep, kind of cold. you’ve been standing outside for borderline five minutes, but you know he’s home.
“satoru..” the door creaks open to a very tipsy gojo standing on the other side. he’s quick to pull you in without another word because, “it’s freezing, why are you here this late?”
locking the door behind you he winces, rubbing his eyes trying to remember what day of the week it is. “is it my weekend to have her?”
her being your daughter, satoru’s beloved angel — the only other girl he’s ever loved besides you.
loved. past tense.
he swears he’s still inlove with you but you never believed it. you hated gojo satoru, but that’s just what you wanted yourself to think. he’s been trying to break down this wall of resentment for months, after all it’s been almost a year since you two split.
“she’s at your mothers house, i dropped her off last night.”
gojo could breathe easy knowing his daughter isn’t here, he didn’t want her to him like this; drunk, that is.
you watched as he disappears into the kitchen, taking your coat and shoes off, leaving them in familiar places.
you don’t why you’re here, back in this house, with him. it’s almost as if you were on autopilot directing yourself to a common place with no intention just…there.
he comes back with a bottle in one hand and two crystal glasses in the other, staring blankly before asking again, “why are you here?”
the silence was loud enough, it was actually the most you two have spoken in the past year.
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“do you miss me?” smirking with the tilt of his head he rests his head in his palm, eyes flickering between you and the full shot in front of you. the two of you playing a variation of truth or drink.
“satoru…don’t do this to me.” you face palm.
“i know you do, but if your ego is too big to admit it then take it.” slender fingers slide the glass your way, you could see your reflection in the liquid, and god, you look guilty.
speaking of looks, if they could kill you’d be a dead woman. the way he looks back at you across the table reminds you of all of the reasons you crave gojo satoru.
you took the shot, quickly too. it burned going down almost lighting your body on fire in a self-sabotaging way. he found pleasure in watching you not admitting the blatant fact.
“you deny it but it’s true,” standing, he downs the contents of his glass mid-sentence, making you both somewhat even in intoxication.
the ‘clink’ of him setting his glass down next to yours echos as he’s now moved from sitting across to standing in front of you.
“ ‘m sure there a lot you miss about me, hmm?” his hands slide between your hair and skin, four out of five digits resting on the nape of your neck, his thumbs brushing against your cheek.
from gojo’s pov he couldn’t have you in a better place, literally in the palm of his hand. as crazy as it sounds he had to do this, he loves you, and love makes you do some…not nice things.
to be fair, manipulation and persuasion are not the same to him. he never told you to come over, but then again he could’ve called you an uber and sent you back home…that would’ve been the ‘right’ thing to do.
unfortunately for you everything that comes to mind in the head of gojo satoru is right.
you nod shyly, listening to each saccharine word that leaves his lips.
“c’mon wifey, it’s been so long” the nickname filled your chest, heavy. suddenly it was impossible to move from where you sat. “i’m seeing someone..” a hand, on his chest as a half-assed attempt to defy him.
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“s-satoru!” you sound so cute under him, clawing at his sheets. that little confession did something to him, made him want to punish you in the most primal way.
seeing someone? oh that’s not happening, not as long as he’s breathing will you ever be with another man. you’ll always be his pretty, little, obedient wife, who spreads her legs for him any time he pleases.
after all you’re still legally married. gojo refused to sign the divorce papers you sent him and eventually you stopped trying.
you could feel a vibrating pulse within the sheets, it was your phone ringing at a time like this.
“hello?” he answers the phone mid-fuck. “oh well if it isn’t your little boyfriend? i’m in the middle of fucking your girl silly, clearly you haven’t been doing it right..”
his pace increases to a gruelling speed, each thrust clapping against your ass, and it was fucking loud. “fuck! satoru please—! hang uuuuuup.” your begging only fuelled the fire, you needed to know who you belong to and so did your boy toy on the other line.
gojo can’t help but chuckle pridefully, watching you impaled on his cock, but he needed to hear it. no, the sounds of you practically crying while he fucked you wasn’t enough. he wants to hear you beg for him, praise him even. like a god.
“let him hear it wifey ♡︎” he frees a hand by placing the phone next to your head.
“tell him how much,” thrust. “you need your husband’s cock.” thrust. “i fuck so much better than him don’t i ?” thrust. “awe.. you cryin’?”
“need it—! want it satoru! you’re so— hahh! —good!” he was made to torture you like this, fucking you dumb into his mattress while making you spew naughty things for him.
you could feel his speed getting aggressive. beads of sweat falling down his toned tummy to his v-line, the two of you making a sticky mess from being skin to skin. you couldn’t think, mind hazy and full of him.
“fuuuuuck, how about i stuff you full? maybe i should give you another baby, ‘nother reason to be attached to me.” the hypnosis in his voice casts you further under his spell as he grunts sweet nothings into you ear while he pounded your pussy.
“love it,” you growl into his pillows. “i love you satoru! cumming…i’m cumming, please let me cum—” you could only focus on the high washing over your body as your legs begin trembling, muscles spazzing at your arousal tipping over the edge.
your desperation is music to his ears, his lust turning uncontrollable as he assaults your cunt fucking you hard, and deep. at this rate he’ll get you pregnant.
“cum for me, cum with me— shit!” he drawls, gritted through his teeth, bottoming out in his favourite fucking pussy. this feeling will never get old, fucking you will never not be his favourite pastime.
meanwhile the overstimulation teasing your cunt made you that much wetter, and tighter for him. you couldn’t take it anymore, you need it — need his seed sopping out of you. you didn’t even care about your boyfriend who was still listening to this live porn. gojo’s rewired that wondering brain of yours. back to him, in this house, on his bed, fucking his cock.
you might just even take him back.
his pleasure builds as he pumps into your cunt a few more times, before emptying inside of you. you could feel it, cunt full of him. his body collapses on top of yours, fingers intertwining on your hands while you both catch your breath.
“she’s not coming home.” the line cuts.
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Co-Parenting
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Summary: Co-Parenting is always tough, especially with the man you thought you'd be spending the rest of your life with. Now add a super soldier.
Pairing: ExHusband!TFATWS!Bucky x Reader
Her foot impatiently tapped on the floor as she sat straight as an arrow on her couch, had she done everything already? Dusted the tables, done, washed the clothes, done, organized the fridge, done twice. (Y/n) looked down at her watch and huffed.
“They should be here any minute now.” She said to herself while smoothing down her skirt.
(Y/n) had gone to enough therapy and read way too many self-help books after her divorce to not know that this was just her brains way of controlling the situation. The only thing wrong with her defense mechanism was that there’s no way of controlling co-parenting with the man you thought you’d be spending the rest of your life with.
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Bucky had met (Y/n) through Sam’s sister, Sarah had insisted on setting him up with a friend once she heard Sam say he was ready to start dating.
“I never said I wanted to be set up on a blind date.” Bucky groaned through the phone, the three-way call was obviously not his idea but he was too afraid of Sarah to not answer.
“What did you expect us to do? Set up your Tinder profile?” Sam’s laugh resonated through the tiny speaker.
“I’ve heard of people having successful relationships from the Tinder.” Bucky said. “And the internet thing will help me take it slow.”
“You are so not ready for Tinder.” Sarah said.
And she was right because the moment Bucky saw you sitting at the bar of the restaurant, he knew. Before he met you, Bucky said he didn’t believe in love at first sight because that meant you were only judging a person by their physical appearance but when he saw you, he knew it was real. The emotions he felt were much more than because you looked beautiful, it was like a gravitational pull. You were a magnet.
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“Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!” Sam wiped a fake tear as he pitched his voice up. It was a year later and Bucky was practicing his proposal with the only person who knew about it. Sarah could not be trusted with a secret this classified.
Bucky stood up from his knelt position with a groan. “You think she’ll like it?”
“I’m not completely sure why she likes you but you’ve been clearly doing something right.” Sam patted his friend on the back. “Just do what you do best and she’ll say yes.”
“I don’t think she can tell the engagement story if I propose when I’m doing what I do best.” Bucky said with a smirk.
“And that’s my cue to leave.”
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Everything was going well, two years into the marriage was when Peanut came in. A beautiful baby girl that had Bucky wrapped around her tiny finger. Peanut was like a little tornado that went through the Barnes’ household, some days were easy and other days- well that’s where the problems came in.
Sam first noticed it at Peanut’s third birthday party. He saw (Y/n) rush in and out of the house, decorations were still being put up and the serving platters with the appetizers were running low.
“Shouldn’t Dad be helping Mom out?” Sam asked approaching Bucky on the dock of the house they’d bought.
The small ripples and the tranquil sound of the lake had eased Bucky’s nerves just to be altered again by Sam’s words.
“I’m only in charge of holding up the pinata.” Bucky shrugged his shoulders. “Direct orders from the missus.”
“(Y/n) looks like she’s about to have a mental breakdown over cupcakes, I think you should go over there and ask if she needs any he-“
“Well I think you should mind your own business Sam.” Bucky said flatly.
Sam’s eyebrows shot up at his friend’s words and Bucky cursed at himself.
“I’m sorry it’s just-“ He tried to backtrack but it was too late. Sam got the message and he held his hands up.
“You’re right, it’s your marriage.” Sam said sternly.
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Only a year after that, (Y/n) and Bucky settled the divorce. It hadn’t come as a shock to her, and honestly she’d been thinking about it for some time before he mentioned the D word (and not the one she wanted to hear). They settled out of court and that was that. (Y/n) kept the house and the cat, and he got a pretty flexible schedule for his time with Peanut.
That was that, six years of being together was supposed to be erased with one single signature. Bucky had stopped trying and (Y/n) had stopped waiting for him to do something.
So now, at least two times a month, she was here. Waiting for the minutes to pass until it was 5pm.
Alpine started purring once she heard the muffled voices coming from the other side of the door.
“Of course momma’s gonna be home, silly goose.” Peanut’s small voice said before the doorbell rang.
(Y/n) rushed to the door, waited a couple of seconds and took three deep breaths before she opened, not wanting to look like she’d been waiting by the door for an hour.
Will I ever stop getting butterflies when I see him? She wondered.
But she already knew the answer, no. Bucky had aged like fine wine, sure he had a couple of grey hairs here and there but he still looked amazingly handsome. And seeing him picking their daughter up so she could reach the doorbell- an activity Peanut thought was incredible and groundbreaking- sent her hormones into overdrive.
“Momma!” Peanut yelled, wrapping her tiny arms over (Y/n)’s shoulders as she knelt down.
“Hi P! How was your weekend?” (Y/n) asked her, taking in the strawberry scent her shampoo had at her dad’s house.
“It was amazing! Uncle Sam was there and he showed me all the new planes they have, I got to watch a movie where Daddy said they copied his fighting style.” She beamed. “I also got to practice fight with some of Daddy’s friends and they said I do it just like Daddy!”
Peanut rushed into the house and quickly climbed up the stairs. “Oh! I also got to swing with Spiderman!”
(Y/n) widened her eyes at Bucky, she was about to tell him off for letting their four-year-old daughter swing with a teenager but Peanut’s voice rang through the house.
“Daddy! You need to come up and see my new bed!” She yelled from her room.
“Saved by the bell.” Bucky winked and he too climbed up the stairs of the house they had shared.
Bucky came down the stairs ten minutes later, heading towards the kitchen.
“You’ve done some remodeling.” He said resting his hands on the counter. (Y/n) only hummed in response.
“Do you need any money? Are you wanting to remodel more parts of the house?” He asked quietly. Although they were no longer together, Bucky had promised to take care of the woman who gave him the most priceless thing in the world, his daughter.
(Y/n) shook her head. “I’m okay.”
Bucky nodded slowly, taking in the uncomfortable feeling his old house gave him. He’d bought it with the intentions of remodeling it, to give (Y/n) the house she’d always dreamed of. Bucky had started it, he fixed up the whole basement and the master bedroom but somewhere in the middle of it all he lost inspiration. He lost himself.
“Are you going to tell me why you thought Peter was qualified to swing our daughter around the city?” (Y/n) raised her eyebrows.
Bucky chuckled. “Swing is an overstatement and they were in the training room, not the city. I was there, supervising every move.”
“I’m glad she got to spend some time with you, P misses you when you’re on missions.” (Y/n) offered Bucky a small smile, the kind of smile he knew (Y/n) reserved for people who didn’t deserve her. The smile meant he had broken his family in two over something he cannot remember now.
“I miss her too.” Bucky’s voice cracked. “I miss you both.”
(Y/n) rubbed her tired eyes, wanting to unhear Bucky’s words. “You should go home, James.”
“I am home.” Bucky’s voice just above a whisper.
(Y/n) shook her head. “This isn’t your home, not anymore.”
Her harsh words drove the knife deeper into his heart.
“We can try-“ He started but was interrupted.
“You have no right to come into my house after all you’ve done and say that we can try. I tried, for months. I switched up date night, I got a sitter, I asked what you wanted me to become-“ (Y/n) let out a dry laugh. “I started to think of ways I could change myself to be someone you wanted. But the problem is that you don’t know what you want James.”
“So don’t tell me we can try. Because I played the part, the person who wanted this relationship to work only for you to burn my efforts to the ground.” (Y/n)’s voice waivered. “So now the only thing that’s left to do is for you to leave.”
Bucky swallowed the lump in his throat and blinked back the tears.
“I almost forgot,” (Y/n) sighed, opening one of the kitchen drawers and pulling out one of Bucky’s action figures Peanut had said she “needed to survive”, even though her father is the one who the plastic is modeled after. “P wanted you to take this so that when it’s career day at school she can tell her classmates what you do. Something about how the figurine has more value if it’s been on a mission.”
“When’s Career Day? Maybe I can-“ He tried again.
“You’ll be somewhere in Europe.” (Y/n) shook her head.
Bucky looked down at the action figure, a model of what he was supposed to be. A protector.
“I’ll see myself out.” He croaked.
Pt. 2 Pt. 3
Hi hiii I know this is short but I just couldn't get Ex Husband Bucky out of my head. Hope you guys like it! <;3
As always pls like, reblog and comment if you do! <3
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Hi Angel🖤
can i gst a nsfw piece with Dbf!Price or Ex-Husband!Price x chubby f!reader;
How he doesn't let the lack of titles stop him from considering the reader 𝙝𝙞𝙨 and is enthusiastic to spread the agenda around in any way possible.
Including always giving the idea him and reader are together, chasing away anyone with possible interest in reader and most importantly constantly getting in her personal space to cause so much confusion because despite everything she 'protests' ,she actually is 𝙝𝙞𝙨 and Price getting too close or saying something just for her to hear makes her malfunction for a second.
When he gets his opportunity to slip up her skirt, his breeding kink with intention to procreate comes out to play except hers matches his and now they're both fighting for their lives in every position possible to make sure they both get what they want like.
thank you, adieu 💋
ExHusband!John Price x Chubby!F!reader
You'll always be his, despite everything.
a/n: no because these requests ONG yall are eating this up 😭😭😭 ive also been so busy with school so if you put in a request i will def get to it this week/next week!!!
mentions: light dubcon, smut obv, fingering, exhibitionism, domprice, subreader
• He's soo clingy, even after the divorce— He just can't seem to keep his hands off of you whenever he sees you. Always a hand on your plush waist, or a finger hooked in your belt-loop. You two might not have a title anymore, but you're still his.
• John still persuades you to let him help you, with groceries for example. But it's all just an excuse for him to make sure nobody's coming to steal you away.
• He's just as sweet as he was before the divorce, like all of the fights never happened. Giving you those sweet smiles and caresses.
• But it only gets worse when he joins you at the neighbourhood bbq, lingering behind you the whole time with his hand on your shoulder, showing others that you were off-limits. Whenever someone strikes up a conversation, he'll shut it down by dragging you along to the kitchen, complaining he's thirsty. You're such a cute little thing after all, he needs to keep you away from the rest.
• You know what he's doing, and even though it stirs something in your belly you know it's not right.
• But you find it hard to protest as he pushes you up against the counter, reaching behind you to grab a cup. He's smiling down at you, acting like nothing's wrong.
"You need to stop, John. It's not.." You trail off, knowing he gets what you're saying. He seems unfazed, looking you up and down, admiring your outfit. "Lovely dress, sweetheart. Is it new?" John asks lowly, then takes a sip of his drink. You give a glare, and cross your arms. "You're still so pretty, y'know?" He continues, reaching out to caress your hips. Fuck, he loved your figure. Some might argue you're too big, but it's just right for him. Tits and ass to die for, but most importantly your thighs. You shift in your stance, but don't push him away. He leans in closer, his breath ghosting over your ear. "I'd give anything to fuck that pretty little cunt one more time."
• His words make you take in a breath and your cheeks burn, causing you to excuse yourself to the bathroom and hurry off. What the fuck was he playing at?!
• As you lock the bathroom door, you really can't deny the ache between your legs— It's so wrong, because you're divorced, for gods sake. You press your thighs together to attempt to relieve the tension.
• When you're positive your blush has disappeared you step out, finding John in conversation with a couple. His eyes light up when he sees you, and he gestures you over.
"There's my girl," He cooes softly.
• His words make you nudge his side, and his hand wraps around your waist again to pull you snug to his side.
• You listen as he talks, and to the way he makes no effort to disclose the fact that you're divorced— No, quite the opposite. He boasts about you, calls you his girl.
• It makes you even angrier, causing you to mutter something when the couple leaves back to the backyard.
"Not your girl, John."
• Your words tick him off, causing him to flip you around with your back to him against the counter. He presses closer to you, making an effort to press his bulge against your ass.
"What, sweetheart?" He grumbles, both his hands holding onto your hips to keep you in place. You sputter out another reply, although flustered. "I-.. We're not together anymore, John.. This.." He gives another glance to the door and then back at you, his hand moving lower to cup your ass. You stifle a noise. "What are you doing, this-.. Anyone could walk in!" He snickers at your concern, pushing your dress up. "Better be quiet then." John grunts, squeezing your plush ass. "Fuck, i've missed this."
• He doesn't seem to care if anyone comes in as he pushes your panties aside and plunges two fingers inside of you, causing you to mewl and grip onto the counter. You keep telling him to stop, but it just turns into incoherent babbles. Your pussy makes obscene noises as he moves back in and out, dripping onto your legs and panties.
• He can't even keep going until you're cumming, the mess you're making on his fingers has already got him so fucking hard. He fucking needs you, now.
• He isn't as gentle as he was before as he drags you to the upstairs bedroom— Probably belonging to the poor barbeque organiser. John shoves you onto the bed, undoing his belt.
"Fuuuck, yeah. Finally gonna breed you again, yeah? You want that?" He asks, and you know there's no point in denying him anymore. You nod lazily, laying on your back and spreading your legs.
Your pretty pussy glistens for him, and he lets out a long moan as he finally pulls himself out of his pants, pumping his cock a few times. John crawls onto the bed, his hand coming up to rub your clit a few times. "You want me to make you a mommy this time, love?" He positions his head at your entrance. "Gonna really make you mine, this time. Gonna get you nice and pregnant, that's how good i'll fuck you." You whine out again as he slowly pushes into you, a milky white ring already forming on his dick.
• He pushes your knees to your chest to fuck as deep into you as he can, and the noises you make are so loud he has to shut you up, his hand covering your mouth.
• John's sloppy and quick, more focused on pumping you full instead of taking it slow and intimate. He's groaning— Almost growling at the thought of getting you full of him, showing everyone he owns you.
• When John cums inside, he keeps himself in for a few more minutes, brushing your hair aside and whispering how good you were from him.
"Lovie, you did so well f'me, yeah?" He muses, caressing your cheeks. "You're always so good for me." John pants, looking down at where his cock is nestled inside of you. Despite keeping himself in, you've still managed to drip onto the bed and make a mess of his thighs.
• When he pulls out it leaves you feeling oh so empty, but he soothes you with a quick peck to the lips. His fingers push whatever's left of his seed back into you with a shameful squelch.
• The shame is evident in your expression as you get dressed again, especially after fucking on someone else's bed.
• But John seems to relish in it as he zips up his jeans and helps you stand.
"Think you should rethink that divorce yet, sweetheart?" He says teasingly, squeezing your waist as he takes you back downstairs.
• The excuse he makes for you is so stupid, but somehow the neighbours believe it, and John drives you back home with a tight grip on your thigh.
• You're not done with him for the day.
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Fuck it. UA instructors as...things the staff from my college have done, I guess?
Because it's been three and a half years since I graduated and I miss that place every single day
Principal Nezu
Principal Nezu has everybody's names, faces, and quirks memorized before the first day of school. This is never acknowledged.
(Recovery Girl also learns everybody pretty much right away, but she interacts with them a bit more directly than Nezu, so it doesn't seem quite as weird)
Somehow Nezu manages to both be so chill and yet have no chill.
Nezu once texted Mic to ask if he was available for a call about some program at school and when Mic didn't answer within 15 minutes because he was DRIVING Nezu just called him anyway and was like "is this a bad time? I can call you back :)" Like, no,no, We're both here now, let's have this conversation now. Go ahead
One time Nezu pulled the Big Three out of their classes and brought them into his office to sit them down like he was about to have a Big Serious Conversation, and then he just says "Do you think...it would be possible for you to visit the first year hero classes...and tell them about your experiences? :)" Mirio and Nejire are both going "yeah, sure", while thinking why did we have to get pulled out of class like this was something really important? Amajiki is hyperventilating.
Power loader
Power Loader is like some kind of cryptid.
He just shows up when things need to be fixed, fixes them, and then disappears again. He never says a word. Don't question it, just be grateful and let him stay in his hiding place
Random knowledge. Whenever the rest of the staff has some random question that no one else can answer. Ask Power Loader. He knows. He always know. Don't question that either, he's just one of those kind of people
Power loader and All Might are the only two teachers who were asked to come to UA instead of having to apply
13
Actually 13 falls somewhere inbetween applying and being asked to join the staff, because she kind of created her own job.
She just had a meeting with Nezu one day to be like "Your students need an Unforeseen Simulation Joint! Here's what that means and why you need it" And Nezu went "... :) You're hired!"
All Might
Toughest person anybody knows. Can not handle spicy food.
Everybody loves him. Anybody who doesn't isn't cut out for hero school. This is not bragging, it just happens to be true.
All Might once listed one of his credentials as BAMF. (Izuku absolutely lost it that day)
While discussing I Island with Izuku, All Might very casually stated "My ex husband lives there" as if that isn't an Absolute Bombshell to drop You can't just Say That and NOT ELABORATE WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU HAVE AN EXHUSBAND!?!!???? (Izuku lost it even more that day)
Present Mic
Mic has a bad habit of talking a little too fast. Nobody's ever 100% sure what he said.
Also he swears. Like. A lot. Like, he would get in trouble as a student for swearing.
There is a drawer on Mic's desk that's labeled 'Present Mic's Top Secret Hiding Place' and anybody who notices it is just like ??? because it's clearly labeled and Not a Secret. But Mic is very scatter brained and will lose anything as soon as it leaves his eyesight. Having a specific place to put things help with that.
EraserMic
Married. But they don't really talk about it, and they don't act married in front of the students, so a lot of them don't realize it
It's actually surprising because they have pictures of them and their kids on their desks. All you have to do is go to the teacher's office. It's not a secret. It's right there.
There's a class for the second years on like, heroism and personal lives or something. Eraser and Mic get to teach part of that unit because they have experience being married heroes.
One year when Aizawa says that he's married to Mic one of the students asks him why
That same year, when Aizawa reveals that there is one teacher he will never be friends with (like, even more than all the other teachers), just because they have nothing in common other than working at UA, and the same student asks him if it's Mic
People assume Mic gets special treatment as Aizawa's husband. This is not true. If anything, he's more likely to get the short end of the stick and be asked to cover for Aizawa.
Eraser Head
Aizawa forgot that there was supposed to be a chaperone for the remedial licensing training and said he would probably be the one doing it. He was not. He sent Mic. Thus proving the previous statement true.
Bad at interpersonal relationships
Has a bad habit of mumbling. Students are never 100% sure what he said
At some point, the people around him start referring to doing anything overly rational as 'pulling an Aizawa'. Yeah. ...yeah...
#bnha#my hero academia#principal nezu#power loader#bnha 13#all might#present mic#eraserhead#erasermic
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13 days til' Christmas
christmas party with exhusband!toji fushiguro ⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅̩̩͙‧͙ ‧͙̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆
cw: very suggestive(got carried away/honestly its smutty idk what's wrong with me), shower sex, unprotected p in v, angsty
a/n: y'all im so sorry this was supposed to be a fluffy little christmas post i swear...
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Christmas was just around the corner. It was supposed to be a time of meeting family, gift-giving, and togetherness. Instead, you were stuck going through paperwork. Divorce paperwork.
You and your husband had agreed to divorce three months ago but the media still wouldn't know about it until you finished the last of the legal work.
You didn't know why but you couldn’t bring yourself to sign the final paper. It was so stupid that you were the one that suggested divorce and you couldn’t even stand to sign your own papers.
Toji probably already signed his and your lawyer(and his) were nagging the two of you about the papers.
It didn't help that you and Toji were in the same line of work. On top of that, you were both acting in the same romantic comedy show as love interests. The cherry on top was that the two of you got an invite to a Christmas party. It was only the most lavish Christmas party in all of Hollywood.
The two of you decided to go together because you were added to the guest list far before you divorced. It would be your last date. The two of you would have to make a huge effort to not argue in the middle of the party.
Your thoughts were beginning to tire you so you took one last look at the papers, unsigned again, like every other night for the past three months. You sighed as you picked up the book you had started when you and Toji were still sharing the bed you were now sitting in alone.
He had taken the liberty to move out a month after the divorce, leaving you your estate. You were in this big ass house with no one to share it with.
It was still the same house. The only difference was that Toji was gone and you were tucked into his side of the bed. It wasn't because you missed him or anything you were just there because you missed his scent and his warmth. But you didn't miss him, you were happy he was gone. Right? This is everything you wanted. Right?
You weren't wearing one of the button-ups that he had left on accident because you missed him. It just conveniently fits as a comfy oversized shirt for you.
You most certainly were not playing the old jazz songs that he liked to play when he forced you to slow dance with him because you missed him. You just never liked to admit to him that you kind of liked the songs that he played to his face.
As you slept, thoughts of him consumed, and for the first time you wondered, was this all a big mistake?
. . .
Weeks flew by as you found new crazy ways to keep your mind busy while your heart got heavier. As soon as you knew it, the day of the Christmas party arrived and you could finally call him without needing a stupid excuse.
You heard the line ring hoping and praying that he would answer so that you could hear his voice again after weeks of being starved of that beautiful sound.
"Hello?" he answered.
You sighed in relief as the vibrations of his voice entered your ears like water in a land of drought.
"Hey Toji, how much time do I have to get ready?" you asked, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.
He took some time to answer but soon replied, "I'll be there in three hours,"
"Okay, I'll be ready by then," you replied as you fiddled with the necklace that he gifted you for your first Christmas together as a married couple.
. . .
"I don't know what to get you, I know you'll like anything I give you but I want it to mean something," he said after asking you for the millionth time what you wanted for Christmas.
"I already told you I wouldn't be so upset if my gift was you[oiled up on the bed with whipped cream and fruit roll-ups in hand]," you replied.
"Please just give me one item to give you and I'll leave you alone,” he pleaded.
You took some time to think before saying, "Get me a necklace, any necklace and I promise you I'll wear it every single day, even if for some crazy reason were not together,"
"We’ll never not be together, I'll never let you go,” he promised.
. . .
"Alright I'll see you then," he said.
I miss you...
"Okay, bye-bye,"
I miss you more...
Just like that, you went back to feeling like you were living in a world with no sound worth hearing.
You got up from your bed to get ready. You wanted to blow him away, you took a steamy everything shower, and did a face mask, and applied some light makeup.
You scavenged through your closet looking for the perfect dress to wear. Then you realized, you didn't have to wear a dress. You decided to wear a festive red suit with nothing under the vest. You were displaying a mouth-watering plunging cleavage. Not many people had seen your sternum tattoo but you didn't care to hide it.
You finished off the outfit with a killer pair of Louboutins. Everything that you were wearing were things that he had bought you thinking you would look good in them.
The only issue is that you were too scared to wear them because of your image. You let the increased amount of fame you were receiving get to your head. Maybe that was part of the reason why the arguments started.
You slicked your hair back and kept it down. It was a new look for you but it was a vibe you wanted to experiment with. It was so you. You were hidden behind bright pastels and fairy-like dresses all the time, it would be your first red carpet dressed in clothes you liked.
You were lost in the moment of getting ready with music blasting and putting your earrings on you didn't hear the front door open or the footsteps up the stairs.
You fidgeted with the necklace as you admired yourself in the mirror. You never embraced the more sensual side of yourself until now. It was weird but it felt right.
Even so, you couldn't help but feel self-conscious. Were you showing too much skin? Did you just look like a little kid playing dress-up?
"You look incredible," Toji assured as if he could read your every thought, He admired you through the mirror with a small smile on his face.
Your body jumped at the sudden intrusion. "Oh I didn't realize you were there," you said, crossing your arms feeling almost naked in front of him.
He walked up to you and uncrossed your arms placing his hands on your shoulders afterwards. He eyed you from your hair to your face down to your cleavage. His eyes stayed there for a while. She’s still wearing it. He thought to himself looking at the necklace he gifted you.
"You look perfect baby," he said and for a moment everything felt right. It felt like you weren't divorced. It felt like you were a married couple in love again.
You hugged him burying your face in his chest. "Thank you," you mumbled. You thought you would have the self-control to hold back but you didn't. Being in his arms was addictive and his scent intoxicating.
You quickly scurried away to get your clutch and the two of you went down into the car. He opened the door for you as always and he gave you aux as usual. It was like nothing had changed at all. You weren't married on paper but the two of you didn't act like it at all. It was as if you never got divorced. Kind of.
The two of you drove to his new house where the limo was waiting. There was a red carpet for this holiday party. The two of you were in the middle of a long line of limousines. You could see the celebrities on the red carpet taking photos together.
As you got closer and closer to the entrance of the event, you started to bounce your leg. Your nerves were starting to get to you and you began overthinking about what everyone else would think of you.
Just then you felt a large warm hand on your thigh. You looked down to see Toji's hand. He gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze. You looked up at him, he was looking away but you appreciated the gesture. You could almost sense the shy smile and the blush that were most likely gracing his face.
If just for a moment you could just pretend that August never happened. Like you never got into that one argument that unpacked too many emotions at once. If you could pretend that everything was okay and normal, you would rest your head heavy with your thoughts, on his broad shoulder.
And so you did. You held on to his muscular arm and snuggled into his side. You could feel yourself calm down in his presence alone. He took your hand in his and looked down at you admiring your beauty. The time felt right, his perfume filled your head and the clicks of cameras started to die down. "I've missed you Toji, every single day that we were apart, I've missed you," you revealed. To him and to yourself you admitted that you missed him and regret consumed you whole.
Toji turned to you, shock painted across his face. He crouched his head down so she could look into your eyes. "I've missed you t-," Toji started before their limousine door opened suddenly.
The world around the two of you began to fill with the clicks of cameras and the chatter of reporters and celebrities. You flashed Toji a nervous look and he gave your hand a squeeze before stepping out of the limousine before you and helping you out.
Gasps followed with your stunning entrance. Your look was unique to what the media was used to seeing you. It was also far fetched from the image that your entertainment company wanted you to maintain.
Toji kept your hand in his the entire time. His touch comforted you. You felt confident enough to pose with him and by your lonesome. You looked over at Toji who was already watching you after you were done posing.
The two of you waved to the press and entered the venue. "You looked amazing out there," Toji said, looking away from you with a light blush adorning his cheeks.
"Thank you, you didn't look too shabby yourself," you quipped.
He chuckled and shook his head at you. Everything felt right. You weren't alone anymore.
. . .
Dinner went on without a hitch. You and Toji allowed yourselves to have fun and let loose. After the party, you and Toji got into the limo and you told the driver your address.
You and Toji sat in the car in a comfortable silence recharging your social batteries. The two of you were holding hands, you were snuggled into his side taking in his scent. He was running his hands through your hair. The ride was far too short, and as soon as you knew it, you had arrived at your house. But you would have to leave home behind in that limo.
"Look, I know our situation but, do you want to come in tonight? Just for today please I don't want to be alone tonight," you practically begged.
"Sure, okay," he agreed as he looked you in the eyes sympathetically.
The two of you thanked and tipped your driver before entering the house together. Toji led you up to your room and ran to the shower telling you that you could join him if you wanted. You waited and thought for a while before getting up and deciding to take him up on his offer.
You stripped completely naked before entering the bathroom. You could only make out his figure through the steamy glass of the shower. You opened the shower door and joined him.
The two of you were completely silent helping get each other's backs and helping with shampoo. It felt just like the times before except there was this lingering feeling of tension and uneasiness you just wanted to shake off.
You hugged Toji from behind. Your naked body against his, water trickling down both of you. He turned around, running his hand through your hair and raking it away from your face. Staring into your eyes longingly before crashing his lips against yours.
Your eyes were squeezed tightly shut. Were you scared? in pain? No. You were sorry. So so sorry. In between heated wet kisses, all you could get out was apology after apology.
. . .
"I don't know Baby, I just feel like you aren't very authentic, like you're acting like someone different, even around me now," Toji said.
"Well, the company said that it would be best if I acted this way, they said I would be taken more seriously," you explained.
"Baby, you’re going to lose yourself in this role, because you're just acting, this isn't you," he said.
"How do you know if it's me or not? Maybe this how I act, how do you know?" you asked.
"How do I know? I’m your husband. I am your husband," he said sternly.
. . .
You hadn't even realized that you were crying. It all looked like water anyway.
Toji's hand traveled from the sides of your face all the way down to your waist pulling you into him. You could feel his hot length twitch and harden against your thigh.
You moaned into the kiss thrusting your hips against his, your body seemed to have a mind of its own.
. . .
"I don't understand why you're acting like this. It feels like I don't know you and I'd like my wife back," Toji said as he entered the break room.
You had acted like an airheaded bimbo during the interview because your management told you that it would clean up your image.
"Well maybe you really don't know me," you rebutted.
"Why would you want to act stupid for approval from the internet instead of wanting to be recognized as one of the few outspoken actresses out there," he retorted.
. . .
Toji left hot kisses on your jawline that translated to hickeys on your neck. As he kissed down to your cleavage he kissed the pendant of the necklace that he gifted you that you still wore all the time.
You moaned his name loudly in pleasure, crying tears of regret, sadness, and euphoric joy.
I'm sorry
I'm sorry
so very sorry
. . .
"Don't you like me more now?! Why don't you like me more now?" you questioned after Toji refused to have sex with you unless you stopped this act.
Everything was different kissing you felt different, sex you felt different. It felt wrong because he felt like he was cheating on you with a completely different woman.
"Are we even married anymore? Do you even want to be married anymore?" you questioned.
"Babe, honestly I don't even know anymore,”
"I want a divorce. Let's get a divorce. Now," you said, waiting for him to fight with you, to fight for you to say anything.
He simply shook his head raising his hands in defeat before burying his head in them. That night he left and the only times you saw him again were for legal issues.
. . .
Your back was flush against the glass wall of the shower. Your legs were dangling in the air as Toji thrust into you holding your legs up and wrapping them around his waist.
Your fingers were clawing at his back as his length almost split you in half.
You forget what it felt like to be so full. "Missed this pussy, missed it so much," Toji mumbled with his head buried in the crook of your neck as he tried with all his might not to go ahead and just explode inside of you.
You were milking him, unable to stop your walls from clamping down on his cock. You were uncontrollably creaming on his cock making a mess of him and his thighs.
"Ahn, I'm so close, I'm close Daddy can I please cum?" you asked, barely making sense.
"Yeah, c'mon baby show me how good I make you feel," he urged.
You needed no other words you immediately started squirting as Toji fucked you through your high chasing his own.
You felt his hot cum shoot up into you as his tip kissed your cervix. You never felt so full until then. You let out one last apology before leaning against his chest.
"All is forgiven baby, I'm just happy to have my wife back," Toji admitted.
"I've missed you like a fish stranded on the surface missed the feeling of water pumping through its gills. You're a daily need and I've been so deprived of you for so long," Toji said as he helped you shower again after making a mess of you.
It would've been my greatest regret to let you go...
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Kinktober
October 9th: Rengoku Kyojuro
Exhusband!Rengoku x reader
summary: Rengoku forgot to take his ring back after you divorced. When he arrives to your house he hears you moan his name.
tw: dacryphilia, fingering, masterbation, penetration.
A couple hours before you and your friendgroup went drinking, it was a blast since you never hung out in a while.
Rengoku and you were talking and he had asked if he could pick up his old ring a little later, you agreed and went home early. You called an Uber back home since you had drank a lot.
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SMUT AHEAD‼️
Rengoku arrived at your house, to retrieve the wedding ring he forgot. You were on do not disturb so you didn't hear the couple of times he called.
You were to busy playing with yourself to care, in a graceful bliss as you watched the tape. The way he thrusted into you, the moans he let out on video were so real.
Rengoku tried opening the door but to his suprise it opened, that's when he heard the noise.
"Mmh~ hah~ Kyo!" He heard a voice as clapping followed, he remembers that voice from anywhere.
Your old sex tape.
He used to replay it when you were away on trips or out with a friend. He didn't expect you to ever watch it. He grew hard at the noises and the sound of your quiet noises.
"Ahh~ fu~ ugh~" he heard your voice as you came on your fingers. He leaned on the wall as he took a second to himself before brushing a hand on his dick. He rubbed his hand against his buldge through his pants, holding back a groan.
"Rengoku? W-" you tried to speak but he pulled you closer and kissed you. You kissed him back on a reflex and felt his arm snake it's way down your body. His strong arms pick you up and towards your room.
He's hasn't had sex since you both divorced. You felt him sit down on your bed and sliding your hips across his lap, you moved his hands and got to work.
You grinded his print as he nuzzled his face in your neck. His breaths were uneven each time you moved, it was soothing.
"please! Let me ah~ fuck you~" he breathed out, you nodded before getting off of him and lying on your back. He wasted no time grabbing your hips and getting close to your cunt.
He saw the dampness of your panties and pressed a kiss on your clothed cunt before tearing off your panties in one go. You winced at the sudden pain, Rengoku kissed your thighs and sucked at your skin as an apology.
"I'll buy you new ones baby.." he assured you as he licked a strip on your cunt. He lapped at your pussy, making you squirm and turn in his hold. He reached to play with your tit, rubbing your nipple and groping you.
"fuck~ hah~ you taste so~" Rengoku groaned as he kept eating you out.
He quickly made you sit on his face, causing you to let a whimper slip. He guided your hips at a pace as your moans got louder, he gripped your hips harder and slapped your ass.
"I'm gonna-" before you could say anything, rengoku moved you off of him and laid you on your back. He aligned his dick to your entrance before slowly going into you, kissing your lips to suppress a groan.
You pulled away to catch your breath as his thrust got faster. The sound of skin slapping filled the room, wet moans, groans and whimpers could be heard from the outside.
"ah fuck, shit~" Rengoku panted as he rubbed your clit, making you pull him closer. His balls slapped against you as each thrust hit, it was a bliss.
"Kyojuro mmh! I'm gonna ngh~" you whimpered. You came on his dick before letting him chase his high, sweat glistening your body. A little later he came in you and laid next to you, hugging your back.
"Thanks for that." He whispered as he kissed your temple. You nodded before grabbing your blanket to cover up, Rengoku didn't like that though.
"why are you covering?" He questions.
"not this again kyojuro. It's cold." You lied, you just didn't like people staring at you cause of your insecurities. Rengoku always did this after you both had sex.
"You're beautiful, you don't have to hide from me. I want to see your body!" Rengoku protested.
"No I'm not I've gotten fatter ever since you left." You mumbled.
He visibly frowned before kissing your neck and sucking, you held his face before humming to ask what he's doing.
"'m gonna show you how beautiful you are." He said into your neck.
This was never going to end.
Sorry for the lateness, I got tired. But I FINISHED!!
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can’t afford love | myg (m) #4
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you stare at him for a second longer before slowly starting to nod your head. “fuck, okay.”
he frowns for a moment longer before gently sighing. he places his hands on the back of your knees and pushes them all the way to your torso, spreading you out for him
you gasp at the strength he uses to do that, a scowl creeping on your face. “i’m not a doll!”
he simply ignores you, eyeing your sex for a few seconds before closing in on it
his tongue come in contact with your slit, licking a thick stripe up from your hole to your clit and it makes you slightly shiver under him
you glance down at him and you’re met with his eyes closed, nose nudging your clit as he licks all around your pussy
taking his time
eating you out
like he’s been starved
tongue swirling all around, slurping, sucking on your clit
and this is exactly the reason why you didn’t want any fucking foreplay
because his head game is insanity-inducing
you try your best to keep quiet
refusing to let him know the effects his tongue have on you
yeah you’re childish for that
you hate to say it
but your exhusband is the best pussy eater in the fucking world
the way he uses his tongue is literally inhumane
your thighs clench, tremble and it’s getting harder to actually keep yourself quiet
a soft whimper leaves your mouth without permission and you instantly slam your lips shut
you glance down at him again but this time he’s staring straight at you, mouth still on your quivering pussy
he leans back, hands still gripping your thighs
“you good?” he asks, lips and chin glistening with his saliva and your slick
you blink at him a few times, chest dramatically rising and falling
you slowly nod, involuntarily clenching around nothing
he glances down at your pussy again, just in time to catch the clench which he smirks at but decides not to comment on
you fight the urge to roll your eyes but there’s not much energy left when all of it’s going into you trying to stay as still and quiet as possible
but your plan horrible fails when he starts sucking on your clit with all his might, slurping and attacking it with his tongue
“fuck!” you cry out, hips involuntarily grinding up into his face but he simply keeps going, slightly shaking his head from side to side to give you even more friction
you try to keep quiet, slapping your hand onto your mouth and keeping your cries and moans quiet as he sucks you for all you’re worth
he doesn’t pay much attention to anything else, just focused on eating you out to the best of his abilities with his eyes closed
it reminds you of all the times he’d eat you out
he loved it
sometimes he’d just eat you out for long periods of time, for fun, for his pleasure, edging you and he wouldn’t ask for anything in return either
literally would just come home and find comfort in eating you out
even when you were busy
scrolling on your phone, reading a book, watching tv
he always had his mouth on you
you always called it his oral fixation because he just can’t keep his lips off your face or shoulders or neck or just anywhere on your skin
there’s a sudden intrusion and that’s when you realize he’s plunged two of his fingers into you which automatically makes you arch your back up off the bed
“oh, my god!” you moan, hands flying into his hair as you tug on his roots, trying to pull his face towards you as you grind into his mouth
he continues, slurping and sucking and your moans turn into extreme ragged breathing when the familiar knot in your stomach starts forming
“i-” you pause, “i’m gonna… i’m gonna cum,” you sob as you start clenching around his fingers, back completely arching off your mattress
he speeds up the pace of his fingers as his lips close around your poor clit, continuing to abuse it with his mouth as he pushes you towards your high
your orgasm finally washes over you and it makes your entire body tremble for several moments, tears pricking in your eyes as you cum all over his mouth and fingers
the squelching sounds are disgusting yet delicious, and fuck, you don’t think you’ve ever wanted him as bad as you do in this moment
“fuck, i’ve missed this,” he mumbles but you can barely register it as your body shakes with euphoria
he lets you ride out your high, tongue still licking all the nooks n crannies in your pussy until you’ve stopped trembling and push against his head
he slowly pulls away but not before placing a soft kiss to your pussy
you try to catch your breath, arm draped over your eyes as you focus on steadying your breathing
he softly strokes your thighs. “how are you feeling?”
you swallow thickly before parting your lips and after a moment of silence, you reply, “real fucking good.”
a soft chuckle leaves him as he sucks his fingers clean and gets onto his knees on the mattress
“you need a minute?” he asks quietly, gently rubbing circles onto your stomach which you try not to flinch away from
you can directly feel him rubbing circles around your loose skin and it makes you so insecure
“no, let’s get on with it,” you say once you’ve calmed down, removing your arm from your view to glance up at him and subtly pushing his hand away from your stomach
you really don’t want to be in this position any longer than you need to be
“okay,” is all he says as he slides his boxers off and tosses them off the bed
your eyes automatically drop down to his erection, rock hard and screaming for attention
he knows how much you love his dick and you wish he didn’t
you slowly glance up at him and he’s staring right at you
with the most smug look on his face that you wish you could just SPIT on
you blink a few times before shifting awkwardly on the bed
he holds onto one of your thighs whilst guiding his dick to your leaking sex but not before dropping a dribble of saliva directly onto your pussy
holy shit
you almost moan at the act but quickly stop yourself
“ready?” he asks, tip of his dick nudging your hole
you nod, holding onto the eye contact with him but he’s got other plans
“—to fall in love with me again?” he adds after you’ve already started nodding your head
….
he’s so aggravating
just as you start scowling at him and reach out to hit his shoulder
he slowly starts pushing into you
your brows instantly furrow together and your mouth falls open at the intrusion, the burn in your walls bringing soft tears to your eyes
your hand stays frozen in the air, just before you can hit him
his brows are scrunched together and his bottom lip is trapped between his teeth
you wrap so tightly around him
“are you okay?” he whispers as he slowly pushes further until he fully bottoms out
you gasp once he’s nestled fully inside of you. “y..yeah, sorry. it’s uh,” you pause, “it’s been a while.”
and it has been
you haven’t had sex
since your last time with yoongi
which is a year ago
he blinks at you for a few moments, still buried in you
“you’re so tight,” he pauses, “relax for me, y/n.”
you take a deep breath and take his advice, slowly letting go and trying to relax
“that’s it, baby,” he whispers as he places one hand next to your head against the pillows which makes him completely hover over you
he needs to stop calling you baby
everywhere you look
he’s there
you take another deep breath before saying, “move.”
he slowly pulls out, keeping the tip inside before pushing back in carefully
he does that a few times and the burn is slowly shifting into pleasure
and you need more
you say, “faster.”
he stares into your eyes for confirmation until he slowly starts rocking his hips faster into yours
you try to keep quiet but occasionally, pathetic moans spill from you
“fuck, you sound so sweet,” he mumbles as he leans down, burying his face into your neck and pressing his lips against your skin. “i’ve really missed those pretty sounds you make, love.”
he needs to stop talking to you like this.
“yoongi,” you warn and it comes out as a pathetic whimper but he simply pecks your neck
“yes, say my name.” he slowly starts rocking into you harder
it almost feels like his way to shut you up to let him kiss your neck and sweet talk you without you bringing up your dumb rules
your moans get increasingly louder as he continues to fuck into you, your whole body jerking from the impact
he then pulls away to stare down at you, catching your fucked out eyes and your agape mouth as sweet moans escape your throat
his eyes glance down at the way your breasts bounce from the momentum of his thrusts and he doesn’t wait another second before he tugs the strap of your teddy off your shoulder to expose your right breast, grabbing a handful of your boob as he snaps his hips into yours
yoongi has always loved to touch and fondle you and you’ve always loved it as well
you want to call him out on it but you don’t want him to stop
because it feels so fucking good
yoongi has always loved your body but he was absolutely enamored with you when you were pregnant
you’d never had taken him for that kind of guy
but he proved you wrong back then
the words that leave your mouth escape without your permission, making you want to scream into the void
surprisingly…
“you liked it when they were filled with milk, right?” you question, blinking up at him with a certain look in your eye
WHAT IS WRONG WITHYOUUUUU???
why the hell would you ask that THATS WEIRDDDD
you watch as his adam’s apple bobs up and down
he grunts in response and stays quiet for a few moments as he continues to knead your breast. “is that wrong?”
your teeth sink into your lower lip. “no.”
“then, yes.”
another moan spills out of you when he pinches your nipple but releases your breast not long after, placing his hands on each side of your waist against the mattress
your legs automatically wrap around his waist to cage him in, keeping him firmly pressed against you and it makes his lips slightly curl up into a smirk. “don’t want me to leave?”
“kiss my ass,” you mumble in response as you bring your hands up to squeeze his biceps
“i would if you’d let me,” he says, the pace of his hips slowly increasing. “you’re still so damn beautiful. i must be crazy.”
what the fuck
you almost moan at his words but quickly restrain yourself
those are responses he’d always give you whenever you would said stuff like that and now it reminds you of the old days with him
:/
get yourself together!
“think you can cum for me again?” he whispers, eyes dropping to your lips for a split second as you quietly moan
you lick your lips as your hand travels down your stomach, reaching your clit and gently rubbing it
you moan at the sensitivity, legs starting to shake
“i’m,” he pauses, “i’m close. last chance to back out,” he jokes
you pinch your brows together and smack the back of his head
him making it seem like ur using a second child as an excuse to get dicked down by him again… he’s crazy!!!
crazy.
“ow,” he chuckles but not long before he unhooks your legs from his waist and wraps his own hands around them
pushing your legs all the way to the mattress as he picks up the pace and snaps his hips into yours
“fuck!” you cry out at the change of angle, speed and impact
“can’t fucking wait to fill you up again,” he mumbles, his ragged breathing fanning over your face. “my favorite thing in the fucking world.”
ugh
how can he just
say this to you
no problem
even though you’re ovulating
and the most sinful words are bubbling in the back of your throat
there's almost a physical resistance, keeping you from admitting how much you love being under him
or on top of him, if you will
“i’m gonna cum,” he whispers. “pussy too fucking good. nothing compares.”
😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫
fuck
he needs to stop talking or things are gonna get out of hand
and really bad for you
cause why are you .. bummed that its already over?
:////
his hips stutter and it doesn’t take long after for him to finally paint your walls with his warm cum, the squelching of his dick fucking his cum into you is almost embarrassing but in this moment it only turns you on even more
“fuck,” he whispers as he fucks his load into you, eyes shut and lip trapped between his teeth
you moan alongside him, having a perfect view of your poor sex being pummelled by his
after riding out his high, he stays buried inside of you, grunting as he tries to catch his breath
cum leaking out of you
heavy breathing
skin to skin
you finally make eye contact with him as you try to catch your own breath
“give me a second,” he mumbles as he hangs his head low after letting go of your legs
“for what?” your voice comes out hoarse and fucked out
he glances up at you like you asked something absurd
he frowns for a moment before speaking again and saying;
“i asked you to cum again, didn’t i?”
to be continued.
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𖠵𖤥 𑁤 meanie.
𖠵𖤥 your ex husband, garou, tries to win you back, but you’re not playing his game. or are you?
𖠵 pairing › garou x black fem!reader.
𖠵 viewer discretion › ex husband!garou, headcannon format, lowercase intended, standing doggy, quiet sex, mention of kids, garou is the best dad, unprotected sex, pet names like mamas, baby, pretty, & princess, creampie, garou tries his best to rekindle a broken relationship, small daddy kink.
exhusband!garou who claims that it’s mandatory for the two of you to have a family night with the kids to maintain the bond of a family. deep down you know it’s so he can lure his way back into your life. he’ll swing by on a friday night knowing the kids have their weekends off for school. greeting you with a loving hug, a bit too loving, his hands always finding themselves low on your backside as he kisses your cheek. you peel his hands off and roll your eyes after he says ‘missed you, mamas’ knowing full well what that nickname does to you. you swallow back your emotions, putting on a fake smile for the children who run into their father’s arms, garou lifting both the three and four year old up in his strong arms, spinning around pretending to be an airplane. their giggles making your heart warm.
exhusband!garou who comes up with the idea to cook as a family for dinner tonight, grabbing your ipad to look up some easy recipes the kids could participate in. pizza deciding to be the option considering it was simple and they could help out. the kids talk to their father about how daycare was going, new toys and games that they saw on commercial begging to have for either their birthdays or christmas. always stating ‘ask your mom’ while staring you hard in your face. you roll your eyes, countering ‘dad has the money, so.’ throughout the night you try your best to stay away from him, although he made it nearly impossible considering he’d brush by you, grabbing your waist and purposely making you feel his bulge, a deep ‘ ‘cuse me, mamas’ uttered with a sinister grin.
exhusband!garou who carry’s the kids to the upstairs bathrooms to clean off the flour they covered their faces and shirts in from kneading dough while the pizza cooked in the oven. as your daughter sits on the sink while garou wipes her face off with a warm soapy rag, you’re leaning against the frame of the open door, an endearing smile on your face. you missed seeing this, you had to admit. he’s such a good father, and nothing could take that from him. being separated is the hardest thing that happened for your children. you both try your best to maintain the family bond even through separate households, but it’s not easy. then, your daughter says something that made you freeze.
“when are you and mommy getting married again?”
garou’s eyes go wide, and you can see his reaction through the mirror’s reflection, swallowing hard. you cough. “we talked about this sweetie—“
seeing the frown on your daughters face made garou’s heart stop. he hears you sigh, muttering something about checking on the pizza and leaving the bathroom without another word. garou pinches the little girls cheek and tells her ‘don’t tell mommy, but i already bought her a ring.’ and it makes her whole face light up, including his sons. when the food is ready, the four of you enjoy it in the backyard where a fireplace resides and a projector plays the disney movie soul. it’s so awkward not having any conversation with each other. you’re both so deep in your thoughts to interact. it’s painful, if being honest. the person who you called your best friend, your lover, your husband or wife . . . is now a stranger.
it’s way past the kids bedtime. garou getting them ready for bed, slipping on their pajamas and kissing them goodnight as they drift off to sleep, being sure to keep their nightlight on. you’ve finished cleaning the kitchen and now you’re leaning against the staircase with your arms crossed and your head empty. garou stands beside you, thinking of what to say. he wanted to try and rekindle what the two of you had, but it’s clear you weren’t interested in having him back.
“goodnight, princess,” garou kisses your forehead before embracing you in a tight hug, as if this will be the last time he’ll see you. he just wanted to tell you he loved you through the warm embrace. as the skyscraper man begins to walk away, you find yourself grabbing his hand to stop him, a tiny ‘wait’ making his entire body heat up.
exhusband!garou who turns around and sees that look in your eye, a look he knows all too well. your lips between your teeth and the way you rub his knuckles a signal enough. you pull him closer, placing that hand you held to your neck. garou hisses as he bends down to your level, gripping your neck and pressing a kiss to your soft lips.
“c’mon, give daddy what he wants,” garou has his hands under your sundress now, kneading at the flesh of your ass and drawing you close with a hard spank. you whimper, body on fire, missing his touch so much you daydreamed about it every day. “hurry the fuck up.”
hooking your fingers onto your panties, you pull them down your thighs until they pool around your bare feet, stepping your cute periwinkle colored toes out of the lace. you pout. “you’re so mean.”
garou raises his brow at that, you’ve kept him waiting long enough. a big hand slipping between your thighs to press his slender fingers to your sluice clit, gasping and gripping his tshirt as he circles it. “yeah, but you’re wet.”
exhusband!garou who has the two of you by a closet around from the staircase with you bent over and his jeans at his ankles as he fucks you stupid, holding you tight in his arms, bear hugging you. he’s bullying your sloppy pussy open, your moans music to his ears, heavy, thick cock throbbing inside of you, so feral for you. it’s been way too long since he’s fucked you. “do you miss it, baby? think about me beating your pussy raw from time to time?”
“yesss,” you slur, eyes rolled back into your skull and losing all focus beside the way his dick slides in and out of you. garou lays his head on your back, grunting and yanking you back faster on his cock, thighs slapping against yours.
“i fuckin’ missed you too, baby. and your good fuckin’ pussy.”
it’s lewd the way you’re leaking down your thighs, garou thrumming his fingers over your clit to catch your climax, feeling so full, the lump in your tummy being proof.
“tell me you love me, or you can’t cum.”
you make a sound of annoyance, a long groan while pushing your ass back, making garou stumble a bit. he lifts his head, staring down at you, pushing your hair aside to see that tiny ‘g’ tatted on the back of your right earlobe. he knows how submissive you get when he nibbles there, so he does, a loud squeal coming from you before you’re slapping your hand over your mouth, paranoid that you’ll wake the kids. your pussy is squeezing him tight, garou keeping his strokes slow and deep, curved cock hitting all the right spots. you’re seeing stars now. his breath on your ear, his hands grazing your inner thighs and his dick altogether drives you insane. “i love you.”
he hears you, but he’s not satisfied. garou grins. “huh? i couldn’t hear you, wife. speak up for daddy.”
you grit your teeth, turning your head to look him in the eyes. yours drifted low, face all fucked out and it kills him. “i love you, stupid. now fuck me, please garou.”
“fuck, i love you too,” garou slides out, turning you and picking you up high, always scared when he does this because he’s super fucking tall. but you know he’ll never drop you. he has his forearms locked under your knees, pussy hovering right above his twitching dick he slams you down onto after your hands find themselves tangled in his hair.
“ooo, shit. ‘rou,” your cries fuel him even more, dragging you on his cock until the two of you cum together, faces screwed up in each others, gasping and moaning and you don’t bother scolding him about cumming inside of you because it felt so fucking good you go dizzy from it. you’re both messy in each others cum and sweat, garou kissing you more before slowly lifting you off his softening dick, carrying you to the downstairs bathroom for a shower.
lets just say the kids were ecstatic to see their dad laying in bed with mom again, jumping onto the bed early in the morning with giggles, garou promising to make pancakes and have a day at the park.
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Stay With Me | Seven pt.2
exhusband!jungkook, singleparent!jungkook, unplanned pregnancy, EX2L, fluff, angst, smut
Word Count - 3.5k
Jungkook remembers the worst night of his life while sitting in the hospital waiting room. Warnings: swearing, past angst, mentions of premature babies and NICU & needles, surgery etc. JK POV
SERIES COLLECTION
Jungkook has never felt so helpless in his whole life.
It’s common knowledge that he’s a strong guy, both physically and mentally. Truthfully he has you to thank for that, his wife, well, ex-wife if he wants to nit-pick. To him you’ve always been his wife, the other side of the door to his soul. Even when separated, even when you filed for divorce. You were never anything less to him, not really. He’s loved you forever and plans on loving you for as long as he has left in this world.
So imagine how ecstatic he was when you told him you wanted to make this work, to give your relationship another try. The moment plays clear as day in his head even now, the way butterflies enveloped his stomach so much so that he became them. The excitement, the raw heartfelt emotions pumping his veins, the little anxiety that comes with hope, fearful that his last mistakes would repeat.
There was no way in hell he was going to let that happen though, not again. The divorce was clean, considering you’re both parents. And it was nothing to him but a brutally honest certificate of how he’d fucked things up. That and the fact that marriage really is just a piece of paper, because even when it was officially over he never stopped loving you. Not once, there was no fleeting moment, no realisation, no hatred, just numbness. It was painful, as he knows it was for you too, but it didn’t strip him of his feelings for you like people had told him it would.
While marriage is just a piece of paper and doesn't determine the way two individuals feel about the other - Jungkook has to admit he misses being married. The ring, being able to call you his wife, his Mrs, the security of knowing you've made a sacred promise to each other. He wants that again one day, when you're ready, if that's something you want.
Arguably the two years that followed your divorce came the times that Jungkook realised he was more in love with you than ever. The sadness of packing his belongings up to move out of your home, the way he’d sob on his sofa whenever his phone buzzed from a text message from Seol. Seol was the only piece of you Jungkook had left, the only shred of evidence that he still existed in your life at all. Aside from the fortnightly exchange of parental responsibility, you’d completely dropped from his life with nothing but an apologetic smile.
And sitting here, in the hospital waiting room after watching a sea of doctors and surgeons flock to your bedside in a frenzied panic and rush you away from him, the memories of that time haunt him much worse than they ever had.
Jungkook walked into the bedroom wanting to kiss and make up after another heated argument. In the six months that lead up to that moment you were constantly bickering, constantly arguing about the same thing over and over again. It was a bleak time in your marriage, the two of you going through a whole myriad of emotions each and every time the other opened their mouth. You were sitting on the bed, back turned to him facing the window. He didn’t need to look at you to know you were crying, it added an obvious strain on your voice when the most heart-shattering, soul destroying words pierced the air.
“I want a divorce.”
It’s like time stood still for him, feet cemented to the ground, unable to do anything other than swallow the lump of regret forming at the back of his throat.
“Y/N… I know things haven’t been easy—”
You snapped your head round instantly, teary eyed and features curled with rage, “How would you know anything about that?” You scoffed, messily wiping your face with your pyjama sleeve, “You’re never here. Not really. You’re either working or out having after work drinks with Jimin and the others, when you are here you undermine every little thing I say or do and I’m sick of it. It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.”
While he understood you were keeping quiet to avoid waking your sleeping son, the fact you weren’t screaming at him and seemed relatively calm is what scared him the most. It was that moment he realised you’d been thinking about a divorce for a while. Desperately, he tried to comfort you and walked over to the bed, reaching out for your hand but you pulled away. His heart sank into the depths of his stomach, jaw tight and eyes welling up with tears.
“Please… I came up here to apologise, I know I should’ve had your back when Seol lost his temper. I’m sorry, I’ll speak to him in the morning—”
“It’s not good enough Jungkook,” You laughed humourlessly, your smile empty and perfectly matched to the distain behind your gaze, “You do it every day. How are we supposed to parent our son if you’re trying to be his best friend all the time? Why am I always the bad guy? It’s so frustrating… I-, I can’t even remember the last time you had my back.”
“I always have your back Y/N, even if I don’t say it I do.” Jungkook was panicking, recounting all the moments of you marriage that lead to this moment. He should’ve tried harder, should’ve done more. Should’ve been more.
At that you sighed, dropping your head, body weighed down with something indescribable, “I’ve had enough. It feels like I’m doing all this on my own. You don’t help around the house, you don’t discipline our son, you don’t help me with anything—”
“I pay for all the bills, I work my ass off to give you this lifestyle and I’ve been nothing but supportive—”
“Except you haven’t.” That was the moment you lost it, though you were still quiet, rising from the bed, “You think paying for stuff makes you a good husband? When was the last time you said I looked nice? When was the last time you complimented my cooking, my hair, my outfit – anything? Because I sure as hell don’t remember. You used to do it every day, and now you just belittle me in front of our son and make out like I’m some psycho for wanting to teach him manners.”
“You’re right… I-, Y/N I’m so sorry. I can do more, I can be more and I can work on myself… Things at work have been so hectic I just get tired and-,” There was no way to excuse his behaviour, he knew it even then, he really had let you slip between his inked fingers without even noticing himself, “Fuck I’m so sorry. I can-, I can be better.”
“I want you out this weekend.”
Your words were like a clean, freshly sharpened knife straight to his heart.
“I’m grateful for everything you do for Seol, for everything you pay for and for being there for him when he needs it. But I can’t do this anymore Jungkook… I can’t pretend to be happy anymore, we both deserve better than this.”
For the first time in his life Jungkook sank to his knees in front of you in an instant, frantically gripping your wrists while he looked up at you with big, round, pleading eyes. His heart was beating so fast he could feel it banging against his chest, sheer undeniable panic grew and grew inside him, until he began to sob on the floor. That was the first day in his life he had ever crumbled, the first time he wasn’t in control of his emotions – his emotions controlled him.
“Baby… Y/N.. P-please, please, please don’t do this,” He couldn’t calm down, his words almost being lost to the sound of him hyperventilating, “I can be better. We can go to marriage counselling! We can, we can, we can do anything you want—”
“What I want,” You were crying too, there was so much sadness in your eyes that it completely broke Jungkook down. He’d failed as a husband, “Is for us to be happy, and that means this needs to happen.”
“No!” He wrapped his trembling arms round your thighs, pressing his head to your stomach, the same stomach that grew and birthed his son, “Please. Please! Don’t fucking do this, I don’t know how to live without you. You’re the love of my life Y/N… I-, I love you so fucking much. So fucking much. Please don-, d-d-don’t leave me.” He wailed, squeezing you tightly as though he could change your mind.
Your voice was quiet and oozing with sorrow when it crept from your lips, your hands pushing into the depths of his hair, “You know that’s the first time you’ve told me you love me in almost two months…”
You were right.
“I’m sorry.” He couldn’t catch the sobs before they vibrated against your abdomen, “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry.”
That was the moment you pried him off your body and nodded, for a fleeting moment Jungkook felt hope that you were willing to work on this with him. But then the next words left your lips and he realised there and then, he had just lost the love of his life.
“So am I.”
It was a moment later you left the bedroom, leaving your husband to cry himself to sleep for what would be the first night of many. No matter how many times he tried to win you back, he failed. And there were plenty. The fact you even found your way back to him is a miracle.
Jungkook’s leg bounces anxiously as a distraction from his intrusive thoughts, he hasn’t thought about that night in such a long time because why would he? Things with you have been… Great. Perfect even. There’s no way he’s willing to lose you again, to lose the undeniable connection of love and joy you have. He’s worked on himself, he even went to therapy because he didn’t want to put anyone else through what he’d done to you.
He ignored you, got complacent within the marriage and blatantly disrespected you time and time again. Sometimes he wonders if you’ve truly forgiven him for the past, because lord knows he hasn’t forgiven himself yet. He wants to prove himself, show you that he can be the husband he promised fifteen years ago when he made that sacred promise.
“Mr Jeon?”
His teary eyes snap to the nurse in the brightly lit room immediately, panic and exhaustion clear as day on his chiselled features, “That's me. Is she okay? Are they okay?”
“I need you to put these on, there’s a bathroom just outside,” She hands him some blue scrubs and a face mask, her cautious gaze flickering to his shaky hands.
“Is she okay? Is Y/N okay?” He asks again, towering over the nameless nurse when he stands.
At this she nods, he can’t quite make out her true expression because she’s wearing a medical face covering but he thinks she’s smiling. He hopes she is. Once he’s wearing the medical overalls he’s taken into a another hallway, the stench of hospitals almost has him choking it’s that strong. But it doesn’t matter, nothing but you and his children matter in this moment to him.
Uncertain footsteps lead him into a small room, it’s cosy and he can’t help but notice it’s a lot warmer in here than out in the waiting room. He doesn’t even know how long ago you were taken away, nor does he have any inkling of what’s happening. The dim yellow lights take him a minute to adjust to, blinking over and over until his vision completely focuses on the sight in front of him.
You.
“We had to perform an emergency caesarean because the babies were very stressed and mom’s heartrate dropped. Your wife is under heavy sedation right now, there were a few complications... Y/N’s going to be okay but she needs a lot of support, we’ll take good care of her I promise.” The nurse, maybe she’s a midwife, Jungkook isn’t too sure, reassures him. “This is where she’ll be recovering.”
Jungkook exhales a breath he didn’t know he was holding, relieved to see you laying on a bed in the centre of the room covered with a soft looking blanket. There are needles in your hands and arms, the hospital gown drowns your frame and he can't help but frown, knowing how much of a pyjama snob you are. You're going to hate that gown when you wake up. But it’s the look of pure exhaustion haunting your profile that causes him the most pain. Even though you’re sleeping, you still look beyond the definition of tired. It kills him to see you in this state.
“We had to put her under to perform the caesarean, we were having trouble with the epidural needle because her contractions were so frequent and intense. It was safer for everybody to use general anaesthetic instead. That’s why it was advised for you to wait outside, I’m really sorry.”
Jungkook’s heart stills, he swallows, “Where are the babies? Are they okay?”
“Why don’t we go and meet them?” She clasps her hands together excitedly, and for the first time that day your ex-husband smiles.
It’s not long after that Jungkook is lead to the NICU, your recovery room is only a few doors away which brings him a great sense of relief. He’s anxious, sweating and honestly totally unprepared for this moment. The nurse has been kind enough to give him a minute to calm down just outside. When he woke up this morning the last thing he expected was for you to go into labour prematurely. He sighs, nodding his head as if to syke himself up.
When the double doors push open, his gaze lands to the tiny incubators currently home to two even tinier babies. For the second time in his life he’s brought to his knees, his legs buckling under the weight of his emotions. They’re easily the smallest babies in here, they barely look bigger than his hands but they’re without a shadow of a doubt the most perfect baby girls he’s ever seen.
“Oh my god,” He sniffles, kneeling directly between the two incubators his new daughters are sleeping in. They’re so delicate that the diapers they wear are way too big, but it doesn’t matter to him, “You’re both so beautiful…” He whispers, eyes flickering between the two.
“We’ll be monitoring them closely since they’re preemies.” The woman smiles, her own chest swelling with something warm and fuzzy watching a large burley man brought to tears on his knees, “But we’ll take good care of them, you can visit whenever you—”
“Whoa I’m not leaving.” Jungkook’s doe-eyes snap to hers in a panic, “I just got here.”
“I know…” She’s nodding along understandingly, “I’ll give you some privacy while I check on your wife.”
“Wait!” Jungkook calls after her, “Did, did you help deliver them? I mean were you there for the surgery?” At this the woman nods again, halting her movements.
“I’ve been looking after your wife and the twins my whole shift,” She chuckles lightly, a small fond smile tugging the corners of her lips, “She was amazing in there, I can only imagine how scared she was but she didn’t let it show. Not once. She's a strong woman, and you have a very beautiful family Mr Jeon.”
He agrees wholeheartedly, thanking her with a closed lip smile, “What’s your name?”
“Ariana, but people call me Ari for short.” She bows her head, signalling she’s ready to walk off and this time Jungkook doesn’t stop her. Ari. He likes that name.
When he’s left alone with the twins he can’t help but sigh in relief again. They’re going to be okay. You’re going to be okay. It’s been a long exhausting day but right now he feels wide awake, making sure to even his attention between the two incubators his palms are pressed against. They’re warm to the touch, it’s comforting in a way, but he can’t shake the feeling of guilt that hits him. You should be in here too.
“Hey you… and you… Just wait until you meet your mom…” He whispers, grinning, paying no attention to the tears cascading down his cheeks, “She’s going to love you so much, you’re so perfect. You're already so loved... You look exactly like your big brother did, just smaller. I’m sure he’s going to be excited to meet you too.” He chuckles to himself, finally standing, “I promise that I will always be there for you girls, no matter what. Look at how pretty you both are… Already have your old man wrapped round your little fingers and I haven’t even held you yet.”
It's as if his chest could burst with pride, so overcome with the purest love. He’s experienced this feeling once before, the day Seol was born. Of course you were in the room that day, giving that you birthed him naturally. You were the bravest person around that day too. There’s no way in hell he’s going to fuck this up, no fucking way. You need him, Seol needs him, and these two tiny little loves of his life need him. And so he smiles contently, quietening his voice until it’s barely audible just in case.
“I love you both so much… So so so much. I’m so glad you’re okay. You have no idea just how much I need you right now. For the rest of your lives too. I hope you're ready for a lifetime of me protecting you, because nothing, nobody, not a single thing is gonna harm you. They'll have to get through me first.” He giggles, wetting his lips before his brows raise, “Can I let you girls in on a little secret? Yeah? You’ve got to promise daddy you won’t tell anybody though, okay?”
Jungkook knows he must look undeniably insane right now, but it doesn’t stop him from sharing a special piece of information with his dainty nameless daughters. Something that only he and Seol know about up until now.
“When mommy’s feeling better, and we get to bring you two home… It might be a little while away yet but,” He glances around the NICU, making sure nobody can hear his confession.
“I’m going to ask her to marry me… again.”
x
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25 — part 3 (alt/ext. ending)
• pairing: exhusband!james potter x reader
• now playing: scott street by phoebe bridges / this is me trying by taylor swift
• word count: 6.1k
• genre: angst (as expected)
— based on this request, i unconsciously changed up some details as I was writing this but here you go! I'm not really the biggest fan of this as I haven't been feeling up to writing recently
part 1 part 2
There is silence around him, and there is time. For a while, he thinks he has all the time in the world, but the heavens have never been on his side and they never will.
James
It was cruel. To feel the ropes that tightened each day on his beating organ even in his sleep.
Above, a dark navy sky drifts with flurries of clouds, moving in slow motion.
James
When his eyes fluttered open, his vision remained the same of the dark surroundings. Something that was not news to him. The sound of birds chirping outside of the house along with the gentle stream of the river in the distance largely contradicted the condition of his closed-off room.
James
He hears it again. The voice rang through his ears constantly in the past weeks. When he tilts his head to the direction of where it came from, it doesn’t take long for his vision to be filled with warm, hazy hues of orange. Only then did his mind register the light that entered through his swept curtains.
“Darling.” He called so softly that even his ears could barely register the sound.
He leaped up, ignoring the groan of his limbs. He blinks once, twice, and then he says your name. Realising his mistake when he first called you by his preferred call name from when you were still together. “What-” He stammers. “What are you doing back here?”
A brief pause before his eyes widened. “Not that I mind! It’s just- you know-”
You let out an amused exhale. “Yes. Frank let me in and asked that I wake you up myself because he has to rush off for something.” You explain as your eyes kept their focus on the body that was fidgeting across from you.
“Oh! Yeah, he has this appointment for the dentist that Marlene met when she settled in London for a while.” His eyes never stayed far too long on one object, constantly shifting and yet it often settled on you. The red Mary Jane flats that you always wore. Hair that seemed to be a lighter colour than when he last saw you.
“It’s his wisdom tooth, huh? I just got mine removed the other day actually.”
But his eyes never meet yours. They remain fixated on the bump that is poorly hidden beneath your clothes.
A fusillade of questions went through his bewildered mind. Had you already found someone and couldn't help but plaster to his face the future he lost? Was this another image that would haunt him for the rest of his days?
“James.” You call out again. “Can we sit downstairs?”
He nods, unable to articulate a word for he knew it would all be a jumble of syllables.
The sun peeked out from behind the clouds, casting its warm light on his pale hands which sat on his lap. You had decided to sit in the backyard, finding your old home to be too cold and missing the warmth that kissed your skin on the way here. James went ahead while you stayed behind to grab the two cups of tea you had prepared before you went up to the bedroom.
“Hey there, I hope you still like your tea like before.” You gently placed the fragile ceramic on the table in front of him before you sat on the seat beside him.
“Two teaspoons of sugar.” You simultaneously said. His shocked state was broken by the laughter that came over him at your action. You also giggle, especially as you see genuine joy finally creep through his mein.
“So um, I guess I should speak first then.” You say out loud, after taking a sip from your cup. “I’m quite sure you have seen this stomach of mine already earlier. I mean, it’s gargantuan, it would be impossible not to.”
You pause to check on him and see the reaction on his face. To which you received none, for his face remained as blank as a whiteboard on the first day of class.
James couldn’t understand the emotions that waved over him at the worst fear of his coming true. Millions of thoughts shift and begin inside his head, none of them coherent enough to be pierced together. All he knew was that everything within him lost sight and he is left dwindling at your whim.
Breathe. Breathe.
“Yeah, how far along are you now?” He asks, trying to keep his voice still.
He watches as you exhaled heavily, your countenance now similar to his. You bite your lower lip, struggling to keep the flow of your sentences going.
“About five months now.”
James instinctively calculates the months in his mind.
No.
He shakes his head. His eyes plastered intently on the wet grass in front of him.
“She’s yours. Not that I had been with anyone after you.” You reply, knowing it must have been the first question that came to him. Still trying to gauge the thoughts that he could be having. The latter, you muttered under your breath, unsure if he even heard it. So you quickly said something to cover it up. “If I counted right, it would’ve been from the last time we slept together a few weeks before we officially separated.”
The world slows down to an adagio, and he’s all caught up in the moment before he speaks. He heard it. His ears piqued at the words that were laced with a tiny hint of vindictiveness. But he didn’t bother to give it a second thought when his mind was still stuck on one thing. “A girl.” He laughs but it was more in disbelief. The world has apparently not been good to you either, giving you a gift that reminded you of his faults. “I wanted a girl.”
“Yeah.” You say, giving him a huge smile. “I know, and you finally won again.”
Your hands reach out to wrap around his own pair, veiny and cold, a sharp contrast to his. His fingers curl around your fingers, laughing inwardly at his body’s automatic response to your touch. He doesn’t know how this was a win for him. His child would grow up, unknowing of her father who withered away miles away.
He couldn’t accept it. The idea that another person would be taking his place beside you in watching her first steps. Laughing at her incomprehensible mumbles.
“Please,” He nearly shook at the voice that came out of his lips. Surprising both you and him. “Stay.”
He stands, without dropping your intertwined hands, and drops to kneel in front of you. His dark, searching eyes locked onto yours. In the depths of his irises, emotions swirled like a tornado, and in the middle of it all, a man lies.
“I know I said I would not ask any more from you, but that’s the one promise I cannot stand behind. I’ll do better now. Just please, give me this chance and I swear I would forever be by your side.”
You pull your hands away to which you were met with resistance. He relaxes when he feels your arms wrap around him, combing through his dark hair. “Well, it seems you still have that habit of not letting me finish.” You joke. Though it could be seen in your expression, the hesitance, the drawback.
There is no doubt that you were still hurting from the repercussions of your ex-husband’s choices in the past. He couldn’t blame you for it, he is still suffering from it so he could not even imagine the level of your pain.
But before he could see it, you reverted back to your carefree expression as he pulled back to give you a playful glare, his red cheeks still smeared with the trails of his tears. “I was gonna ask you before you interrupted me if you want to give this a chance. An attempt to see if we could do this together. “
You made him stand and sit beside you, which he obediently followed. He finds himself being able to breathe properly again for the first time in a while, the smell of fresh air sifting through his lungs once again. The familiar comfortable weight on his shoulders that took the shape of your head in its place again.
“So, should we kick Remus out of the guest bedroom so we could paint for the nursery?” He jokes as you both silently watch the light blue sky covered with an abundance of clouds that looks so fluffy that you wanted to lay in them.
You burst out in laughter, imagining the look on Remus’ face when he hears of this news. “He might just kick the both of us out when we do that.”
“But uh- I wanted to also ask you if it’s alright that we stay in my apartment instead?” You hesitatingly ask when silence befalls you again. “It’s just the idea in my head that so many things took place in this house that I would rather not be reminded of again.”
His heart clenches once again at the remnants of the consequences of his choices left on you. But he understood where you came from, and frankly, he felt the same. “Whatever you ask, darl- Y/N.”
“You can call me that. Don’t worry.” You assure him, knowing that he was walking on eggshells and you didn't want it to be like that now that you were welcoming this baby to your lives.
“I missed having someone hear me call you by that, darling.” He says. Was this suffering enough for all that I caused her? He asked himself. Was it even close to the hurt and anguish that I have traded for the ceaseless love she untiringly gave to him?
He doesn’t believe it is. He doesn’t even believe that all of what had just occurred in the past hours were real. He was fully expecting to be shaken awake by Remus, with a scowl on his face, muttering about how love is useless and shouldn’t be as needed as it is.
The tides have receded and all is calm and how it was.
James was surprised that you had left for another home miles and miles away. In a place where there is little to no trace of magic anymore. You were a step closer to the future you had always dreamed of.
A life away from the chaos and destruction that your world is currently in.
He doesn’t dwell on this fact any longer, instead taking it as a moment to appreciate that you had accepted him into this life. He remembers, from your trip on the way here, that you instantly got approved to be dismissed for a while from the missions all of you had been taking to ensure your and the baby’s safety.
Although he wasn’t quite as lucky, as he still needs to report back every now and then to perform his duties to the wizarding world. But they must’ve been in a good mood then, to allow him to take less time so as to assist and accompany you before your birth.
“I’ve been working at this cafe around the block.” You mindlessly mention, hanging your coat by the closet as he enters the bright and homey apartment. The natural light that comes in through the large French windows and the balcony lights up the whole place.
“That’s nice, are they treating you any good?”He inquires, wanting to absorb as much information about you as he could. You nod. He rushes back towards his bags which he had left by the stairway when he sees you about to pick them up. “I’ve got it! Why don’t you settle down for a while and rest up from our trip? I don’t want you carrying all this heavy stuff since it could hurt your back.”
You snicker, “I’ve been carrying much more heavy stuff in the past weeks since moving in. I don’t think two duffel bags of clothes will do much damage.”
“Still. I’m here now, and as much as I know you can surely carry this, I don’t want you to. I’m scared for you and the baby.” James worries.
“Yeah, use the baby to guilt me. I can almost see a little girl version of you with a smile so wide asking for things that she doesn’t even care for.” You say, leaning both of your arms on your waist.
He laughs wholeheartedly, “Hmm, I might but I also might not.” Coming forward to pull you down on your cream couch. “Maybe she will grow up to be as nice, loving, and loyal as her mother. I’m sure she’ll be attached to your hip.”
“Yeah right, as if your stubborn ass would allow that to happen.”
He doesn’t reply anymore, instead exhaling an amused breath. The rest of the day was spent in mostly comfortable silence, while the two of you bicker over each song that plays on the radio; he had stood up to turn it on when his eyes glanced at it. Only coming to an agreement when it came to Laufey— a fact that surprised you by a whole lot but also made you the happiest woman on Earth. He laughed when you squealed in excitement. It was like the two of you were back on stage one, a chance to do it all over again. A small movement by his side caught his attention.
Your warm fingers slowly inched in around his hand before enclosing it in the palm of your hand. The soft skin of your hand as it rests on top of his made his heart race in his chest and it takes a moment before James could manage to get a hold of himself. A minute has already passed when he also clenched her hand tight and placed their hands on his lap.
It’ll be a while before everything goes back to the way it is, but he’s got all the patience in the universe.
— Two months later
James had never been so honest in his life than when he promised he would do everything within his power to be there for you and your family. It would be a long and difficult process but even when the two of you are well below 6 feet underground and your daughter has made a life of her own, he would still be at your will.
When the world reached its final stage of collapse, he could do nothing but watch it unfold. He didn’t know when exactly it happened. He was content with the roof that hid the dark sky away from him, in peace with the light you brought him. But when your world is built with the scraps of destruction, it is bound to crash onto you.
It just so happened that it was his that fell off the axis.
James felt that the more he tries, the more he’s losing you. A thought that made him chuckle dryly because it’s so ironic when you lay peacefully asleep in the room you both share. He knew that you also were trying, even forcing yourself to feel the love that was even remotely close to the love that you used to have for him.
It wasn’t to say you felt nothing for him anymore, it was only that it wasn’t what you both expected it to be. It’s just that he is nothing but the father to your child now, not the one you saw yourself spending years alongside.
This wasn’t all simple insecurities for him, he knew it was a fact. He did not mean to, but he happened to overhear a conversation you had with your neighbor who you had become close friends with.
But to him, it didn’t matter. All he wanted was to make you feel loved and safe in his arms.
He feels you nestle your cheek in his arms.
“I’m sorry.”
He hears you mumble in your sleep, he had half a mind to wake you up. But he found himself unable to do so, investing in the way the wind flowing from the open window made your eyelashes flutter.
He studies you carefully. You had all these little intricacies that he would like to believe no one else saw except for him— something of you that he would like to keep to himself. He desires nothing more than to think that no one but him knows about the birthmark behind your ear, nor the scar on your hand from when you scratched yourself while riding a bike.
He longed to have every detail of your being ingrained in the deepest parts of his brain. He wanted to feel the intricate texture of your existence.
“Hi there…” You groggily say.
“Hi.” He leans down to press his lips against yours. You have gotten used to the feeling of connecting your lips to his, but the look in his eyes when he pulled back instantly filled you with a surge of anxiety that made you fully wake up. They reflected a kaleidoscope of emotions— too many to process but what stood out was the misery and acceptance behind it.
“James…”
“I love you.” Yet, he still tried to play his luck.
“James…I kissed someone else, we have to talk about it.“
The cold wind blasts with bitterness as you leave through the large heavy doors of your apartment building. Hugging your cardigan closer to you and holding your tote bag tighter to your chest, you rush towards the supermarket nearest you. James had gone back to meet with Remus and the others after Dumbledore had called them suddenly. Seeing as your plans to go to the park with him had to be put on pause, you decide to finish a few errands.
“Welcome to Flamingo’s!” A staff greets you when you enter. Heading straight toward the long aisles, grabbing whatever item you need, and placing it on the large cart in front of you. A ridiculously large one. Truth be told you were completely baffled at its size when you grabbed it.
But as much as you claim to hate it, you’re having the time of your life; feeling like a child pretending the cart was a formula one car and the aisles were a race track. The lack of shoppers made it all the better because you didn’t have to worry about bumping into anyone. Quickly grabbing your items like they were some boosters from a game as you swiftly went through the aisles. It felt nice to completely let go and just pretend like she’s living as a carefree person, especially with how busy she has been lately.
You had just turned the corner when a sudden yelp brought you out of your daze. You drew your bottom lip in between your teeth at the sound. Scolding yourself for thinking that you wouldn’t accidentally hit someone. You turn to face the person to apologise for your careless actions when a clear, deep voice cut you off before you could even do so. “Y/N? What are you doing?”
His brown hair was damp and pulled back, indicating that he probably took a quick shower before he headed outside. His tall form was clad in a pair of old jeans, a plain white shirt, and a dark hoodie.
“Remus? What are you doing here?” You were confused, you thought when James said he was meeting with the group that Remus was a part of it.
“Grocery shopping?”
The two of you walk-in unison toward the cashier. “Oh, I thought you were meeting up with the rest of the Order.” You mention. “I wasn’t needed when I asked. But James and Sirius were called specifically.” He explains as you were lining up, his hand gesturing for you to go first.
You feel a weird flutter in your stomach all of a sudden. You dismiss it as one of your pregnancy things. With weak legs, you moved forward as the line progressed. Trying to compose yourself before he caught up.
“Why didn’t you call to tell me that you were dropping by?” You ask. Genuine curiosity scratching at your brain. During the time that you and James were still apart, he had been driving up to your place to help you out. He was one of the few people you told of your pregnancy. “I wanted to give you a surprise since it’s been a while since we met up.”
“So, what are you cooking for me today, Chef Lupin?” She observes while taking a quick scan of his basket.
“Bold of you to assume this is for you, lady.” He chuckles. “This is all for baby Olive.”
“For the last time, Rem, I am not naming my baby Olive.”
“Well, even if you don’t, I’m calling her Olive after you made me buy a kilo of olives just to make me eat it instead.” He snarkily replies.
Feeling a warmth creep up on your cheeks, your head shifts away so quickly that you feared you may have gotten whiplash from it. In your movement, you see one of the cashiers' signs for you to move along. Not realizing that both of you had already been at the end of the line. Before you could push the cart, a long arm beats her to it. Your cart gets pushed by your company.
“Stop being a gentleman, you’re gonna make women fall for you.” You jokingly tease him.
You settled beside him, watching the man handle your groceries. Your eyes focused on the screen before you. “Only for you.” A silence ensues at his reply. Remus guffaws at the curl of your upper lips, not even a beat after he said the cheesy line. “But I’m being honest here, I only do it with you. Well, except for the obvious like helping other people when they need it, but I mean that I enjoy helping you. ”
“Why?” You ask incredulously.
“I just do.” He said while crossing his arms over his chest.
But right before either of you could utter a remark again, the man in front of you called the total. “That’ll be $235 in total, should I separate your items?”
You each make a move to give cash first before the other but alas Remus still beats you to it, quickly finishing the task. “Please do, thank you.”
Free food for you, then.
You take a seat provided just a few steps away from the counter, drumming your fingers on the blue plastic chairs beside you. While Remus leans on the hand bar of the cart, patiently waiting for the cashier to finish, occasionally assisting with lifting some items.
Inside your head, as your ears circled in on the sound of the hustle and bustle of the market that had become busy as you were in line, your mind wanders to what it would be like if Remus was the one that you liked back then. The love you held for James was visibly wavering with every moment you had spent with Remus in the aftermath of your divorce, he had willingly helped you out even when you told him not to for fear of being a disturbance to him.
Just as the brunette began to straighten up and pivot the wheels of the cart to face your direction, you shake away the thought. Baffled because this would be a betrayal to James, despite what he did to you.
“Let’s go?” He asks. You nod, taking your place beside him, engaging in some more small talk as you head out the door. If you would call rants about the horrible noise that your neighbour makes in the middle of the night as small talk, however.
The man instantly moves to help you with the bags. Taking four at a time, telling you as he neared to just stay by the trunk and organise each of them to make everything fit. You silently give a nod in agreement, swiftly moving to not make him wait while carrying such heavy items. After all, it’s a relief that you didn’t have to carry all of these all the way back while you were nearly seven months pregnant. Building an efficient system in less than a minute.
The picture of the two of you reminds you of your childhood, watching as your parents do the same before it all went to shit. An air of domesticity is no doubt always felt when you are in their affinity. You stifle a smile that was threatening to form at the thought. You need to stop thinking like this.
The sound of the metal cart clanging as it hits the end of the line clamours in the parking lot. He walks towards you in the hazy yellows and oranges behind him. “That should be it! Should we go or do you need to drop by somewhere else?” He gestures for you to move out of the way of the trunk door, finger pointing to the passenger door which he had unlocked already. You shake your head, quietly replying with the former option.
Prying your eyes away from him, you make your way inside the car. Quickly settling inside the car, although with less ease than you had before as the last time you rode this truck was when you were lighter during your early pregnancy. Emitting a low groan, eyebrows knitted and eyes staring off to nowhere, you lean back and rest your head behind you.
To say you were delighted by the realisations coming to you would be a joke. It was an attraction that you knew should and would never fruition into something more. Accepting it as soon as possible would be right for your mental well-being. But nothing’s ever set in stone and you’re currently sitting in the passenger seat of a friend that you have stared at far more than any normal person would and waiting for him so that he could drive you home.
Stop doing that to yourself, Y/N.
“Are you good?” Worriedly, he asks, “You look like you’re in pain. Have you got a headache or anything?”
You let your eyes adjust to the bright light that enters through the windows, shaking your head from side to side in reply. You force yourself to hold your head up high, locking contact with the gold optics, brightened by the varying hues of the setting sun. Remus flashes a soft grin with his eyes smiling alongside. “I’m glad, but are you sure? I could drive you to the clinic if you want.”
Then and there, all at once, the rest of the world blurred and all that you could see was Remus. Remus, who had granted you the opportunity to be at the receiving end of his care when you really needed it, looked at you with as much fondness as you would others, unknowing that you noticed it. Nothing had existed as beautiful as he was. He smiled and you felt yourself spiraling down deeper into the hole that you had dug and covered over and over again yourself over time.
For once, you feel the apples of your cheeks rise again in true joy; not believing that you could ever feel this way, this happy, ever again and with anyone else.
You reach forward with your arm and grab his face to pull him towards you until you feel the slightly cracked but soft lips pressed tenderly against yours.
The softness of your kiss conveyed a depth of feeling that surpassed the transcendence of words. His hands were frozen by the steering wheel moved to pull her closer, as if afraid that she would slip away.
In the arms of one another, time seemed to lose its meaning and the world outside melted away.
“What do you mean that you know?” You whispered, your voice a trembling echo.
You force your body to sit up and face him properly. Checking over his entire figure, afraid to see one of your biggest fears of hurting him.
It was inevitable and you knew it.
You were on the other side of this only months ago, and despite it all, you had never wished for him to feel the same. It was excruciating.
“Remus told me himself, explained the whole thing.” He explains as he looks down on his lap. His fingers played with the wrinkled fabric of his pajamas. The sight leaves you feeling a sense of deja vu.
“I knew he was going to you back then, at first it was because I asked him to because I was curious how you were doing. But then he started to act differently, describing what was up with you similarly to how I did back when we first started dating.” He explains further.
“I didn’t notice it at first, Sirius did. I thought it was something Sirius made up in his head just to mess me with me again but then when I met up with Remus around two weeks ago, he dropped the bomb on me.”
“I- what did you say?”
“I didn’t say anything. I mean- how could I? I had just heard from one of my best friends that not only did my ex-wife kiss him, one that I am still in love with, might I add, but he also reciprocated it because he wanted to.”
“I don’t know what to say…”
“Right, so can we please forget about this and go back to sleep?” His voice pleaded, cracking with the force of his emotions, desperate for you to meet his gaze and for you to close the distance between you that widened with every second.
“I know this might be just your form of revenge towards me, and I forgive you! I really do! So can we please-“ His voice faltered.
He paced back and forth, his voice breaking with each syllable. “Could we please move on now? Can you please love me again?”
His emotions were laid before you, like vivid paint that once again smears the stark white canvas which had just been replaced. Letting you see all that he could give.
“No, James.” Your response was firm, tone strong to leave nothing for discussion anymore yet it is also strained. The stars shimmer in the clear, night sky bearing witness to the tumultuous end of your love and most of all, your struggles.
“This is unhealthy, I tried. I tried relentlessly to dismiss the blaring warning signals that echoed within me solely so that I never took away your right to be a father to your child. Regardless of all that came between us, she did nothing to receive only half of the affection she deserved.”
Your words were laden with pain, a silent plea for him to stop, to wave the white flag, but his unwavering love was an unstoppable force that consumed him entirely.
“Y/N-“ He started. His voice cracking at the weight of his inadequacy. The inability to give the love she deserves and to be the recipient of hers.
Yet, before he could even begin again, she interjected, speaking into reality the words that would solidify the end of your shared path.
“You are a great man, James. I really do believe that, but I don’t think I can love you anymore like you expect me to. That’s just it.”
“I don’t hold any hatred in my heart for you. I really don’t, even if you make me think otherwise. Nothing will ever change the fact that you were by my side for years, long years where I knew nothing except that I love you. That will never change, and I’ll always care for you albeit it’s taken a different form now.”
He is silent, a sense of defeat in the celestial orbs that once brightened like the night sky.
“You have been an incredible husband, I even dare to call you my soulmate. It’s just that we weren’t bound to last as husband and wife even if we wanted to. God, I wished for nothing more when I first went back home to you that this would work because this emptiness without you was unbearable.”
With a heavy sigh, choked with emotion. “Yet, as painful as it is to hear me say this, I think it was because you were this one constant presence in my life that when I lost you, I missed you so terribly that even when I felt my love for you slowly differ by day, this urge to recapture the past had consumed me.”
In denial, in sorrow, in defeat was his only state at the moment.
“I love you.” His voice was laced with despondency.
He moved to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear before he caressed your cheek as though he were comforted by the mere presence of you right now. He had no answer for everything you had said, as it always is, you were correct.
It only felt that there were a thousand knives being poked through him now as if he were a dummy as he chooses to accept that.
In hindsight, if there were any person who he would’ve stood behind in confidence when it came to you, it would truly be Remus. The two of you were closer than with any of his friends, knowing each other before you had met James.
But it was the knowledge that Remus loves as wholly as one should that assure him that you were in perfectly good hands.
Of all things, he never wanted to force you to do anything, even if it meant that he had to let you go for the second time. This time, however, it hurt so much more because it proved to him that even with a chance, he would never have you back.
The only thing he’s got is one last night with you.
“Y/N?” He meekly calls your name.
You hum in waiting, tired and in pain similar to him. This wasn’t any easier for you, you truly did want to mend this hurdle in your relationship but it simply wasn’t meant to be.
“Can you hold me to sleep one last time? You can leave whenever you want but please let me have one last sleep where I am still yours.” He asks, even if it makes him feel so pathetic, to be asking you for something as small as this.
Without any hesitation, you move to pull him back with you to lie in bed. You wrap your arms around his back as you let your head rest on the top of his, cocooning him with your entire body.
James couldn’t stop his tears from falling.
“Do you know?”
“What, love?”
“There were days that I wouldn’t go out nor would I sleep, I would just sit at the desk and watch outside the window. Outside, there were those tall grasses, who swayed in unison with the records playing in my room, unaware of our differences.” He says. You stare out the window, imagining the view outside your old house.
“The ones we planted flowers on?” You wonder. He nods.
“I sat there till the sun came up and the blossomed into new beginnings, wondering why I haven’t when the only difference was that my sun was in a picture frame.”
You remain silent.
“I love you.” He whispered. The genuineness and remorse are clear in his voice. “I know.”
He picked up the apologetic tone in your voice. The pain in his heart was hollow and deep, striking the centre of the organ and reaching throughout his entire body, throbbing, throbbing.
“Can you say it too? Lie if you have to. I just need to hear it.” He whispers.
“I love you too.” It hurts you, to know that he believes that you have to lie only so he could hear you say the words that seemed so normal back then, words that now feel like you took advantage of. “I love you so damn much, James.”
James could do nothing but quietly sob in your chest until he succumbs to the heavy weight on his eyelids, aware of the fact that in the morning, his only companion would be cold sheets once again.
In the dead quiet of the night, with no one else to hear it, a hum in the tune of Happy Birthday remains the only sound to be heard.
James had only turned 26 when the gravity of his promise had become an ephemeral spencer that despite his earnest desire, had lost all semblance of significance.
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nip slip • kjm
pairing: exhusband!junmyeon x exwife!reader
genre: smut 18+ MINORS DNI!!!
synopsis: one wrong angle on facetime leads two ex lovers back to the same bed.
warnings: pwp, dilfy suho, p in v, no foreplay, swearing
“daddy’s calling!” your daughter gasps, rushing to answer the facetime call from her father. you glance down at her and her ipad. “hi daddy!” jisoo yells, and you shush her because you’re in a dressing room.
“hi, baby! are you excited for tomorrow?” he asks, and you tune them out as you start getting undressed. jisoo and her dad go back and forth, and your interest is peaked when he says, “baby, is your mom there?”
jisoo says yes and shoves the ipad towards you, your bare chest on full display for the camera. “jisoo!” you shriek, crossing your arms over your chest and turning around. “oh my god, jisoo!” you cry, your back still turned away from her.
“sorry mommy,” she says and you squeeze your eyes shut. you quickly put your bra and shirt back on, taking the ipad from her, your skin on fire from embarrassment.
junmyeons face fills up the screen, and you can tell he’s trying not to smile. after many years together, you’ll never not notice some of his quirks. “stop. what do you need?” you ask.
“is this a bad time?” he asks, running a hand through his hair.
“yes, it is,” you say, and he pokes his tongue in his cheek. “could you just call me later?” you ask. he agrees and you pass the ipad back to your daughter, slightly mortified that your ex husband just saw you bare for the first time in nearly a year, against your will.
you sigh and pull your hair out of the tight bun it’s in, shaking it out and running your fingers through your hair. you toss your keys and work bag onto the island in your kitchen, and take a moment to stretch against it. rolling your shoulders, you step out of your heels and crack rotate your ankles and press your toes against the base of the island to stretch your calves.
you’re grateful for the silence; jisoo being gone with her dad and grandmother, thus you having the house to yourself for the weekend. it’s rare that you have this much silence, even when shes gone. if your phone isn’t ringing, an alarm is going off.
as if you summoned noise, your phone starts to ring. you let out a breath and pad over to your work bag and fish out your phone. you stare at his name on the screen and debate sending it to voicemail before you remember that it could be serious, so you answer. “hello?” you say into the phone. you haven’t talked to him since your nip slip the other day.
“hey. soo forgot her stuffed bear and is freaking out. can i come over and get it?” he asks. it sounds like he’s already in the car, probably already on his way over here.
“uh, yeah. are you on your way?” you ask, leaning against the counter.
it’s silent for a moment before he responds. “yes—i’ll be there in about seven minutes,” he says, and you only roll your eyes because his new house is twenty minutes away from you.
“fine. i’ll see you soon,” you say, hanging up and gathering all of your belongings and going upstairs. you drop your work stuff off in your home office, and then go into jisoos bedroom to search for her stuffed animal before your ex husband gets here.
by the time you find the stuffed animal, he’s knocking at your door. you quickly bound down the stairs, still in your work clothes and heels, to open the door for junmyeon.
“hi. here,” you say, pressing the plush toy into his chest. he’s taken aback by your abrupt greeting, taking a small step backwards when you push the toy at him.
“wow, um hi—thanks,” he says awkwardly, shaking his head and blinking a few times at you. you avoid eye contact with him, like you have ever since you filed the divorce papers. while you look away, he lets his eyes roam your frame, your curves on display from the formfitting skirt and blouse you wear.
“is that it?” you ask, your body wedged between the door so he can’t see in behind you. there’s nothing to hide—you lived in this house together back when you got accepted into law school and he was at the end of his residency.
“i mean, i guess. you’re not going to invite me in?” he asks, almost like he can’t believe it. you frown up at him and he scoffs. “we were married for twelve years, y/n. my fault for trying to forge some kind of relationship with you despite it all.” junmyeon adds. his voice has a bitter edge to it, and you can’t help but feel slightly guilty.
he’s still broken up about the divorce—he never wanted it in the first place, and it took coaxing from his mom and several screaming matches for him to just give up and sign the papers. the sad reality of the divorce is that there’s no love lost on either side. you’re just better at hiding it.
out of guilt, mostly, you move out of the way to let him in. junmyeon thanks you and walks through the foyer, looking at all of the things that have changed or stayed the same. the picture of you, him, and jisoo hangs in the same spot it has since the day you hung it up five years ago. the runner on the floor is the same—everything is the same, except for the empty hook where he’d typically hang up his keys and white coat.
junmyeon walks deeper into the house and you follow close behind. having here after months of him not being here feels strange, like there is something out place. and you know what’s out of place and what this home is missing: his constant presence.
“so,” you say, slipping into the kitchen when he takes a seat at the island. you lean against the far counter and cross your arms over you chest, glancing at him but not letting your eyes linger anywhere for too long. “what’s up?” you ask. you’ve never been good at small talk, especially not with him. you’d rather get straight to it.
junmyeon chuckles and waves vaguely in the air. “nothing… just life, i guess. nothings changed at the office,” he says and you snort. “what?” he questions, eyebrows furrowed.
you shake your head. “nothing,” you say, but it’s something. you’re shocked he didn’t decide to fire the receptionist that you complained to him about, after you felt like she lingered around his office for too long. he said it was fine, and that he wouldn’t fire her because she was good at her job.
junmyeon stares at you for a beat before standing up from his chair. “well, i guess i’ll get going,” he says. you nod and push yourself off of the counter and follow him to the door. “it was nice seeing you. again.” he says, glancing at you with a teasing look in his eye.
you cheeks flush as you remember your mishap with him on facetime. when he blatantly checks you out, you shift the weight on your feet and press your hands into your stomach. “you should probably bring that to jisoo,” you say, nodding with your head to the stuffed bear in his hands.
junmyeon shrugs casually. “she’ll get it,” he says, and you two have a silent stand off. you finally let your eyes settle on him, and somehow you manage to not fall to the floor. “y/n.” he says when you avert your gaze to the floor.
“hmm?” you say. you don’t like the feelings that are going on in your head, your chest, your stomach. you yearn for him in a way that nobody else can satisfy. there’s a junmyeon shaped hole in your heart, your life, that is waiting to be patched up, or filled.
he crosses the short distance between the two of you, and you brace yourself against the wall. he reaches his hand out to touch you, but hesitates and drops it to his side. you wish he would just grab you, take you into his arms.
you lift your head to look at him, and his eyes give it away. you grab his arm and pull him towards you, noses only centimeters apart. you grab ahold of his biceps, pulling him closer. “just this once,” you whisper, and press your lips to his.
the kiss is rushed and messy, hands sliding everywhere. he presses you into the wall and you tangle your hands in his hair when he slides a hand up your leg and hooks it behind your knee.
his lips move down your neck in a hurry, but they don’t get far because of the turtleneck you’re wearing. you gently push him off and pull your shirt over your head and let it fall to the floor. he’s at your neck again, his hands sliding up your back to unhook your bra. “guest room,” you gasp, your bra hanging onto the last hook.
junmyeon nods and grabs your hand, dragging your down the hallway and into the spare room. you’re on the bed in seconds, pulling off your bra and holding onto the back of his neck as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. “jun,” you sigh, putting an arch in your back and pressing your chest further into him. he fondles with your other breast before switching sides.
when he’s satisfied, he pulls away and pulls off his jacket and shirt. you unzip your skirt and slide it off, and when you’re bare in front of him, he stops and stares at you as if he’s trying to burn this image of you in his brain one last time. “junmyeon,” you call, curling your finger and beckoning him to you. he crawls back on top of you, still in his boxers and you pull them down. “now, i need you now.” you breathe into his ear. you feel him tense before he’s stepping out of his briefs and pressing you back into the bed.
junmyeon likes himself up with you and pushes in slowly, both of you letting out shaky breaths. you hold onto his side as he keeps moving in slowly, letting you get used to the stretch again. “you alright?” he grunts when he sees the look on your face: mouth open but no sound coming out, and your eyes screwed shut.
you only nod hurriedly. “yes, more!” you pant, and he speeds up his thrusts. when you cry out his name, nails pressing into his side, he can’t help but pull almost all of the way out and slam back in.
“y/n, fuck,” he groans, squinting as he looks down to see where the two of you connect. there is already a white ring around the base, and he moans out your name. “i missed this.” he pants out, his hips ramming into you.
you only whimper every time he pushes inside and hits that spot repeatedly. “oh-“ you cut yourself off with a moan and you clench around him once, twice, and he twitches inside of you. “fuck, i’m there, myeonie!” you cry, reaching down to rub at your clit.
you chase your release, and it comes crashing down on you. you cling to him as your hips buck, matching his thrusts until he releases inside of you, his strokes faltering slightly but he keeps fucking you and pushing his cum back inside.
it’s not enough for either of you. you pull him down to you so he’s resting on his forearms, and kiss him sloppily. both of your juices slip down your thighs, but you don’t care. you hook a leg around his hip and flip your position so you’re on top.
he remains hard inside of you, and you don’t waste time bouncing up and down on him, taking him all the way. you keep going until your thighs burn and your legs shake, and he coaches you through it. “that’s it, just like that—shit,” he groans, his grip on your hips tightening.
you brace yourself against his thighs, rotating your hips. he gropes one of your breasts with his left hand and presses his other thumb against your clit, moving it in circles. “junmy!” you mewl, your legs starting to feel like jelly.
“i’m close, y/n,” his chest rises and falls rapidly. he plants his feet on the bed, your hold on his thighs slipping and lurching your forward. you catch yourself on his chest, and the air is pushed out of your lungs briefly when he starts driving his hips up into you, making your scream out his name and claw at his chest.
all that can be heard is skin on skin, heavy breathing, and his name leaving your lips. that same white hot feeling comes back, and when you come for the second time, you’re seeing spots. his final and hardest thrust comes with his own release, and he elicits the sweetest moan into your ear.
your body crumples on his, and you rest your check against his shoulder. he wraps one arm around you, gently stroking your back.
that junmyeon-sized hole definitely got filled.
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