A/N: This has been a long time coming, was trying so hard for the longest time to come up with a suitable Jensen fic idea and this one was originally supposed to be with Andy Barber in mind. However, i ended up writing A Younger Model for him with a slightly different take on the song.
This fic is inspired by the song of the same name by Colby O'Donnis.
Summary: Yourself and Jake have been good friends for a long time, but he's secretly wanted more and now a drunken night out with his work colleagues causes him to eventually confess.
Disclaimer: My work is not to be reposted anywhere other than MY tumblr, wattpad and ao3 account without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.
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Pairing: Jake Jensen x fem!reader
Warnings: Swearing, pining, Jensen being unbearably cute, alluded sexual contact/intercourse. Think that's it.
Word Count: 5,036
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Jakes POV
The loud hustle and bustle of the L.A nightlife whirs around me as i seemingly bump into everyone in sight on the way to the next bar.
Team building exercise, that's what Clay called it.
"It'll be a way to decompress after a hectic few months, let all that stress roll off our backs"
But if it involves drinking, partying and staying up until stupid o'clock, i'm always game. Clay didn't need to push to convince me.
I chuckle to myself slyly as i remember him pitching it to us all earlier this week.
Pooch has been so tied up with work as well as being on toddler duty, his son is growing up way too fast. So to say this night out is needed, is an understatement. And we all have our reasons for needing it.
Although i shouldn't be jealous of Pooch, i am.
The closest i'll ever get to being a somewhat fatherly figure is being there for my niece when my sister calls for help or when her deadbeat of a dad lets her down again.
God it makes me so mad.
I can't say i've always wanted to be a father, because that would be straight up lying. But it would also be lying if i didn't admit it's more than just a thought that's crept into my mind the last year or so.
With the job i do, i never thought it possible to be a dad, to have a proper family. It's risky, you never know what can happen these days. And with what happened all those years ago with Max, just the idea of settling with someone and creating my own little family, just for the possibility of someone like Max tearing that away, is enough to ward me off.
But she makes me want to change that, she's always been enough to make me risk it all.
Y/N's POV
The moment you open the front door to your apartment, you sigh with relief to be back home. And with a long weekend awaiting you, you can't wait to get stuck into doing absolutely nothing!
It's much needed.
You've been non stop all day, no rest for the wicked, huh.
Your phone buzzes with yet another picture of Jensen taking shots and getting Clay drunk and you giggle as you reply, wandering into the kitchen. Food hasn't been a priority today, being as your boss was kicking your ass, demanding everything under the sun to be sorted by the end of the day. What was you to do? Can't tell her no because as much as she pisses you off, she's a great boss.
She might work you to the bone and push for a lot, but the pay isn't so bad and she's good at what she does. If she didn't also work herself to the bone, you'd question it, but being as she holds herself to the same standards as you and everyone else in that place, you can make exceptions.
You hold your phone with one hand and start to search for something quick to cook to cure and rid yourself of the grating and ever so loud growling sounds that your stomach has been making almost all day.
Macaroni? No
Soup? No
You mentally decline everything as you press send and put your phone down. Your response reading 'go easy on him, he's an old man. Besides, i don't want to be picking you up at stupid o'clock when you can't remember your own name J'
It's true, on more than one occasion he's drunk dialled you, singing, groaning, puking and then singing again which inevitably leads to a raging fit of the giggles. In turn, it also makes you smile and giggle too but you can't let him know that, or he'll never learn to control how much he drinks.
You eventually settle on a sandwich and some fruit, easy and quick and while you get started on it and get all of the bits out, you hear the door open and shut again, footsteps and then that all too familiar smooth talking voice echo into the kitchen.
"How's my queen doing?"
You quickly roll your eyes before turning around, only to see him holding a bouquet of flowers. You told him how you have had such a stressful week and didn't get a chance to stop at all today and he knew just what to do to put a smile on your face. Which he does, he always does.
He being your boyfriend - Jeremy.
You became his official girlfriend just a couple of weeks ago and were dating him for just shy of 5 months before that after meeting in the grocery store and getting into a heated debate over who got into the queue first. You did, but after you got riled and left once paying, you saw him outside waiting for you. Some might say stalker, you found it cute. He asked for your number and the rest is history.
However lately you've been feeling more like friends than partners. Nothing that he's done has caused this, it's all on you. You can't figure out where it's come from. You used to love the pet names, him calling you queen, his little quirks. But now it makes you feel odd or indifferent might be the better word.
You walk toward him, a smirk on your face as he hands you the flowers, pulling you into a cuddle along with it and kissing all up on you. He's always been affectionate. Something you have loved about him from day one. Now it just makes you feel incessantly guilty.
But maybe that's something all couples experience at some point or another. That settling down phase of a serious relationship, where everything isn't so new anymore. Maybe it's normal.
Maybe.
"I haven't had a moment to eat at all today" you groan, your stomach grumbles, agreeing. Jeremy takes one look at the sandwich supplies covering the kitchen island and smiles.
"How about we go out tonight, have a glass of wine, some fancy pasta, that joint you like? It won't be as busy now?" he wiggles his eyebrows and you laugh as you wonder how many women would love a man like him, or even just him.
"Come on, get changed, i'll clean this up" he shoos you out the door and you grab your phone, not needing to be told twice.
Your phone buzzes again and your stomach flips as you know exactly who it is.
Jakes POV
One round of shots, a double vodka & coke and a beer later and the room is starting to sway. I am definitely getting too old for this. But i will never admit it to anyone. I already feel old, i don't want people to know it's effecting my ability to drink now too.
Clay is now sat nursing a whiskey on the rocks at the bar, trying to slow down and sober up somewhat so he's not a total mess in the morning, the pussy is quite literally scared of hangovers.
Pooch left 10 minutes ago, toddler and husband duties and Cougar is on the dance floor, taking the words 'let your hair down' literally. His luscious locks as Y/N calls them are flowing down around his face as he dances away, drink in hand, woman in front of him. Typical lady killer.
That used to be me, in the mix of it all. One woman for me, one for Cougar. The dream team. But lately it's been hard to get that groove. I just don't feel as interested in it anymore. Maybe it's temporary and the kind of funk that comes with having a crush on the one woman i can't have.
It all started 5 months ago when she called me on her way home from the grocery store, rambling on about a man called Jeremiah, or something like that.
'His name is Jeremy, J' - I can practically hear her saying as i shrug.
I mean i've felt this way for as long as i can remember but 5 months ago, it got worse, unbearable even. It's when i noticed pretending to like other people wasn't working anymore.
At first i thought it was gonna be a short little fling, she'd get bored and move on from him but then that little chance meeting lead to a first date which then lead to a second. And so on, so forth. Unfortunately for me.
Little old me and my 15 year long crush are in it for the long haul, along with misery and the knowledge that i'll never have her in the way i want her.
The worst part about it is he treats her the way she deserves, he does right by her, always has. She's happy, so fucking painfully happy. It's bitter sweet. Watching her smile, laugh and throw her head back with joy whenever they are together, it hurts but it's reassuring.
However, the petty side of me wants her to myself, if i can't be with her, no one else should be able to. Toxic, i know.
I down the shot i've been staring at for the last 10 minutes as Cougar hollers at me. I make my way over to him, the redhead he's been dancing with and the brunette that's joined. Fuck it.
Y/N's POV
Stepping out of Jeremy's range, a lump in your throat forms as he assists you before stepping in front quickly to allow you privacy to adjust your dress. You decided on your trusty little black dress and some low heels. Tonight is not the night to be wearing super insanely high heels.
He holds your hand, leading you into to restaurant and as you follow, you glance down the street, spotting Jensen. He's outside that club he frequents, cigarette in hand as some brunette stands closer, practically grinding on him as he smokes.
But as you stare, time seems to stand still.
It's been 15 years and you still can't take your eyes off of him when you see him. No man has ever been able to stand a chance at anything longterm with you, it always inevitably ends as you just can't seem to forget about J.
You've known Jake since you were both 12 and the day you met him you liked him. He had his choice of ladies and you were never an option, just the best friend that was one of the guys. Ugh you hated that.
You hated knowing that's all he thought of you.
Ever since that comment, you silently fell in love, no bold love confessions, no friends to lovers trope here. At times it hurt like fucking hell. Too many tear soaked pillow nights prove that. You had to watch as he dated, as he took women home on nights out and you sat idly by. You had to be that supportive friend when he needed someone to pick him up after drunk dialling.
You didn't mind but it hurt deep down that you couldn't be that one he went home to. You can never see his face after every bad or long day/week at work. You desperately want to but it's not on the cards.
This really is some real life Love, Rosie shit. You smile sadly as you disappear into the restaurant and it feels like your body moves on auto pilot as you get seated and give your order to the waiter.
Jeremy takes a hold of your hand over the table and you smile.
"Thank you for this, it's just what i needed"
"You deserve it, queen. I was thinking i could stay tonight, we can cuddle, watch some tv in bed and sleep in tomorrow"
There it is again, that ache in your chest. He deserves better. But you know you'll let him stay.
You really do feel like the worst.
You feel your phone buzz in your bag and you smile awkwardly at Jeremy as you take it out "i'll just excuse myself to get this" you walk to him as you stand and kiss him before popping out to take the call.
"Hello?" you ask more than say, although you're not sure why, he's clearly calling for a lift home. It's what usually happens.
"Y/N, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N!!!" he sing songs in a soccer like chant and you smirk. You glance up and over to the smoking area of that club and he's stood there. He's spotted you. His hands are in the air and you giggle.
Wasting absolutely no time in walking over, he grins from ear to ear as you strut closer.
"There she is! There's my favourite girl" your heart skips a beat as he utters those words. You try to hide your joy.
"Here i am" you declare, throwing your arms out and wiggling your fingers, jazz like.
"I didn't even need to call for a ride, you already knew huh?"
Oh.
You expected that's what he wanted but it doesn't stop it hurting.
"I'm actually out J, with Jere"
His eyes roll and you catch it after quickly looking back to the restaurant where Jeremy waits for you.
"Jeremiah this, Jeremiah that, blah blah blahhhhh" he groans, talking with his hands as he tries to stand up straight.
"His name is Jer-"
"Yes, it's Jeremy, i know. It's a sucky name Y/N"
He opens his mouth, mockingly and pretending to puke.
Is there a hint of jealousy that you sense?
"J... are you jealous?" you smirk, hands on hips as you stare him down. Eyeing him head to toe. You know the answer is no and he's just drunk and most likely bitter that you can't take him home.
"I am. I know sober me would fucking kill me for this, but i am. Fuck, there i said it" he curses, mentally noting to give himself a talking to later for saying that.
He swears like a sailor and you can't even focus on what it is exactly that he's saying. You're still stuck on his admission of jealousy over your relationship with Jeremy.
"W-what?" you cough, clearing your throat.
"Forget it, i'm going home. Enjoy your meal" he scoffs, walking in the opposite direction to catch up to Clay and Cougar.
You stand still for a second before snapping out of it and heading back to the Jeremy.
He's waiting so patiently and as he catches sight of you he eases more into his seat, smiling.
"Who called? Is everything okay?"
You sigh silently "Junk call, but i saw Jensen outside, he was leaving the club with the guys" you offer a small smile as you sip your wine.
And as you look around, you definitely don't miss the eye roll he does in your peripheral vision.
You decide to confront it "was that an eye roll my love?" your voice calm and neutral, this isn't the first time he's done that when Jensen has been brought up in conversation. In your defense, you don't talk about him as much since you and Jeremy got serious, but whether he likes it or not, J is in your life for the long haul. He can either like it or lump it.
"Of course not, i just had something in my eye. I can practically smell that pasta now, i am ravenous" he says, fading into a terrible British accent for absolutely no reason.
Jensen is great at accents, his specialty is Aussie but British is a close second.
The waiter approaches with the food and now you can smile for real. Pasta is the one food you are a whore for. Literally. You could eat it for every meal of the day, but unfortunately, it's frowned upon.
The conversation dulls down as you both stuff your faces and drink your wine. Thank god for food.
Your mind keeps racing to Jensen and his out of the blue confession. Did he mean it?
You know what they all say, drunk words speak sober thoughts but he's never shown any kind of interest in you before, why now? Why this night?
The amount of times you've stayed awake thinking of him, thinking about all of those cute couple experiences and moments you wish you could have with him. Or even just the comfortable silences while cuddling him, you've always wanted that. But equally you've struggled to get those dirty thoughts out of your head. The vision you have in your mind of that time Jensen had to strip off for a dare and run into his parents pool naked at 18 during one of his not so legal parties makes you choke on your pasta.
He had and still has such a ripped body. The sex would definitely be good. You've never seen his dick but you just know it would be.
You snap yourself out of it, gulping some water down as Jeremy asks if you're okay and you nod, assuring him.
He takes another bite of his food before excusing himself to the restroom and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.
Your phone buzzes again and the speed of which you pull it out to check is embarrassing.
It's Jensen.
'I'm an idiot'
Huh? 'How so?'
'I've had 15 years, dammit. 15 fucking years'
What is he even saying, your face is scrunched up but you quickly check Jeremy isn't returning before you reply.
'Jensen, what are you saying?'
'Just forget i said anything, okay, go enjoy your pasta and your boyfriend'
'No, no i won't just forget it and whatever it is, i want to hear it'
"Let me guess, Jensen?" you jump as Jeremy's voice startles you, you look up, apologetic eyes as you begrudgingly place your phone next to your napkin and continue to eat.
"You feeling deserts tonight queen?"
"Not really" you shrug, scoffing the pasta down as your eyes flicker to your phone every other second, now he chooses not to reply, now you've begged him to explain.
You look around the room, couples all loved up on dates, parents with their children, everyone is happy and you feel off. That should be you. Despite his annoyance when it comes to your best friend, he's the perfect guy. You hate pretending that the inevitable break up has been looming and you can't pretend it hasn't been on the cards since the first date.
It's because it was never meant to be anyway.
All these years you've sat and pretended that you could outgrow your crush on Jensen, that it would just go away as you got older, but no. That flame is still burning as bright as the first day. Much to your dismay. It's made dating hard, everyone you've dated and been intimate with have been lovely, but they haven't been him.
Is it possible he feels the same way?[
Your phone buzzes and you play it cool as you glance over.
'Are these roses outside your place new, so pretty'
Okay now this is the kind of drunk text you're used to receiving. You look away and back over to Jeremy who is sat staring at a couple all loved up before poking at his food.
He eventually puts his fork down, wipes his mouth and looks at me before glancing at my phone as it goes off over and over, Jensens spamming texts.
"What's going on Y/N?" the sadness laced through his words makes you feel awful. You have been lying to yourself and to him for too long now but enough is enough. He deserves better.
"I think we should break up" you say, with certainty, the last thing he needs is for you to beat around the bush.
His eyes go wide "wow, straight to it. I hoped you wouldn't go there but here you are" he nods, almost like he's telling himself something.
"I met Jensen when i was 12. I liked him literally from the first introduction. He saw me as a friend. I fell in love so fast, so silently that it was almost painful" he listens intently as he sips his wine, not judgemental, not angry but just sad.
"I tried, i really fucking tried to forget about him and how he made me feel when he called, texted or even when i laid eyes on him. But i couldn't. I was certain it was a teenage crush, one that would go away with time and as i matured and got older but it got worse. I dated to forget, dated to move on but every single time it all came back to him, all the time. I was stuck with this 'what if' feeling"
"Does he feel the same way now?"
How is he being so calm?
"I don't think so" you shrug.
"So you'll spend your life pining after someone who can't reciprocate how you feel?" it's said with a sense of pity, like he doesn't understand but feels sorry for you and wishes you reciprocated his feelings so that you could be loved the way you deserve.
"Maybe, maybe not. All i know is i'm not ready for this, yet" you say, gesturing to the two of you.
"I just wish i'd have known, guess i was lucky to get these past few months huh" he smiles sadly, tugging on your heart strings
"For what it's worth, i did really like you. I can't thank you enough for how well you've treated me"
He scoffs, downing the last of his drink "just not good enough to go all the way with though, right"
"It's not like that, and you know it. You deserve better than me, i have no doubt you'll find Mrs Right" your eyes fill with tears ready to spill as your phone lights up again.
You glance over but force your eyes back to his, he deserves your undivided attention, this talk is important. You owe him the respect.
"Go on, check it" his permission feels like a trap. Like he's saying it to turn around and get upset later.
Reluctantly picking your phone up you check the stream of texts.
'Oh and you have Lillies too, wow. Quite the gardener aren't ya now y/n'
'I'm getting bored now'
'These porch steps hurt my ass'
Wait. Is he at my place right now?
Your brows scrunch as you seemingly scowl at your phone.
"Is everything okay?" Jeremy breaks you out of the moment.
"He's at my place, i think"
"I think that's the end of the night then" he summons the waiter to pay the bill and as he does so you scramble to text.
'J, are you at my house?'
'I am indeed' a picture attached of him sat in front of my house pops up and it melts my heart.
Suddenly i feel this need to get up and go to him. If i don't get this off my chest now, i'll never be able to move on, i'll be burdened by my love for him.
It all feels so sudden as i stand up and walk out of the restaurant with Jeremy, using my phone to order an Uber before saying my goodbyes, wishing him the best and arranging for him to get his stuff at some point soon. One last hug before i get in the Uber and drive to Jensen.
Jakes POV
God where is she. What kind of dinner date takes two hours?
Okay, two hours is a bit dramatic.
But still. I need her here. I need to get this off my chest or i'll forever be burdened by my love for her. I'll forever see every woman as a way of distracting from how i feel for her. I'll forever bury my dick elsewhere to distract for what i really want. Her. Dammit, i've had 15 years to do this but every time i've wanted to, she's been taken or called me her friend. Fucking friend.
I sigh as a car pulls up and she gets out. My heart skips a fucking beat, in fact it skips lots of beats. She looks so beautiful.
"Jensen" she says walking up the steps to join me but i stop her in her tracks.
"No, i need to say something"
She goes to interfere but i stop her again, standing up to approach her and crashing my lips down on hers.
Her body moulds to mine instantly, her lips returning the kiss. Our lips fit so well together like a puzzle. Like they were always supposed to if i hadn't dragged my feet to get to this point.
I pull away and look into her eyes, pupils dilated as she stands there breathless.
"I have had 15 years to do that and i failed"
She's stunned, no words coming out of her mouth and i can honestly say this is the first time i've seen her like this. Usually she talks too much.
"Ditto"
Wait, what?
As if sensing my confusion, she explains "i have wasted so many years, 15 to be exact, trying to tell myself there was no way you could want me, that you just saw me as one of the guys and yet you felt the same way all this time"
"Fuck" i curse, pinching the bridge of my nose in frustration. I only fucking told her she was one of the guys because i thought she felt that way. All the other girls at that point threw themselves at me and she was the only one who didn't and when it came to her i had zero confidence to approach her in a romantic way.
"I never saw you that way. Hell, i loved you from the moment i laid eyes on you. You were the only one who never flirted who never made any kind of move. So i ran with it and tried to bury these feelings down like an idiot"
Why are we like this?
"Do you have any idea how many times i wanted to just grab you and kiss you, to tell you how i felt or to even just stare at you the way i always did when you weren't looking. All the times you'd tell me about a guy you hooked up with and i wished it was me. God the endless wet fucking dreams. The amount of times i've wanted to touch you, to just fucking kiss your neck, to be close. But there's always been someone else"
"That's not romantic, i know that's not romantic. But it's been hell. It's been so hard wishing that i'd grow out of this crush so i wouldn't be so infatuated with you to the point where i can't be with anyone else. I think about you all the time dammit"
I keep going, rambling on and on.
"And that body of yours, dammit i want it. I want every perfect inch. I want to wake up to you, i want to be the one you walk or run to when you see me, the one you come home to or call to tell me about your day, the one you go on dates with. I want it all, if it's with you, i want it" I don't even realise my hands are on her, her dress scrunched in my fists as i pull her even closer.
I graze her face with my knuckle once before cupping her face.
Her lips part in surprise as she tries to come to terms with everything i've said, to process it.
"Before you say anything just know that i don't expect you to be with me. I know you are with him"
"I broke it off with Jeremy"
I gawk at her, now i'm the one surprised.
"I can't keep living through these deceitful relationships with men and thinking about you. The amount of times i told myself I'd fall for Jeremy if i had enough time. Well time is up. And i can't lie now, i love you. I've loved you in secret since we were 12. I've wanted you in every way since then, watched you from afar but also from up close and it's never been enough. I want you in my bed, i want you in my arms, i want you on my body, i want to touch you and mostly i want to go on dates too"
The relieved sighs we both let out. I see the tears brimming in her eyes as she admits it all.
"I love you too" god it feels so good to say that.
"What a mess we've made of it all" she giggles, i cup her face, pressing my forehead to hers before pressing my lips to kiss her gently.
"Only took us 15 years"
I chuckle at that, somehow between leaving the club and seeing her now, i've sobered up somewhat.
"How did Jeremiah take it, anyway?" i ask, cautiously but a little pettiness laced in my words.
"Firstly, it's Jeremy and you know that, jackass. Secondly he took it well. He was upset, which was to be expected but he was kind and understanding"
"Although i was jealous of him, he was a good man" i nod, appreciative of the way he handled this. Not many men would have been the same.
"So, what now?" she says, almost shyly.
"Will you let me take you out on a date?" i'm hopeful, but i understand if she can't. She's just ended her relationship. Granted she was only with him a couple of months. But still.
"I will. But you have to treat it like a proper first date"
"Yes ma'am" we both look at one another assuringly.
"Now can we go inside, i'm hungry and tired simultaneously and you always have a stocked refrigerator"
Her laugh radiates through me as she throws her head back before shaking her head and leading me to the door. As she unlocks it, her giggle continues, making me feel full, content and satisfied.
I have taken some time away from Tumblr as a lot has changed in my life in the last couple of years, hence the occasional post then disappearance.
I am in a serious long term relationship and have now moved in with that person. I have also had some personal stuff going on with my family and myself that has made it difficult to find the time to continue with my draft of a younger model and also my Jake Jensen fic that is coming along very nicely.
However, i have since been coming back into touch with what i love and recalling that writing has always been something that makes me very happy. So i am trying to find time to schedule in where i can sit down and write and bring you more stories to add to my masterlist.
Thank you for your patience.
If anyone would like to request to be added to my masterlist or to request a fic, feel free to do so. Once i have finished my current backlog i would love to do some more fics catered to you guys.
I love you all and hope you are all willing to read whatever i put out next or to interact with me. I've missed you.
Only Love Can Hurt Like This | Ransom Drysdale | Part 12
A/N: Yet again, i have left this way too long and at this point there are no excuses except life being life. I really hope y’all are still invested in this and if not then i completely understand.
Disclaimer: My work is not to be translated or to be posted anywhere else other than MY Tumblr, Wattpad and Ao3 without my permission. However, reblogs are welcome.
Summary: The moment you’ve put off finally arrives and you’re scared, but what will happen if the test is positive?
Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Talk of pregnancy, swearing, vaginal intercourse, anal fingering, daddy kink, cum play, sweet Ransom moment (again to make up for such serious moments in this part) 18+ again, being as the entire series thus far has been 18+. Enjoy guys💕
Word Count: 4,380
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Noise. Suddenly, when time is moving extremely slow and you’re impatiently waiting with bated breath, for something so important, there’s always too much noise. Noise that you barely even notice in your day to day life when you’re rushing around completing errands or running out of the door for work. Even when falling asleep in the pitch black and silence, the noise is louder now than it is then.
Like the clock in your bedroom, above the en suite door. Despite having a timer on Ransoms phone set already, you can practically feel that damn clock laughing at you, mocking you and telling you that you still have one more minute left.
One more minute.
Or the wind outside, smashing against the double glazed windows, making your ears ring. God knows why.
And then there’s the noise you can’t hear too well but faintly, and that’s still enough.
The washing machine and the dryer in the laundry room. Rattling.
Tick, tick, tick.
One more minute.
One more minute before your life might change forever.
You never thought you’d see this side of Ransom, the side where he’s switched on, attentive, loving and willing to try and be there, no matter the outcome of this dam test.
Why is it taking so long. Your knee starts to bounce off its own accord. You can’t stop it. Just like your hands, they shake a little, anticipation is the sole cause. Oh and nerves. Your anxiety is wracking your entire body.
Dare you glance down at the timer on the iPhone on the bathroom side.
45 seconds left.
You start too whisper, counting down as your knee starts to bounce more, your nails picking at the nails on your other hand until a soothing hand comes to stop it.
“I’ve got you baby”
30 seconds left.
“What if it’s positive?” your worried eyes search his for some reassurance, needing him now more than ever to show and possess the strength you don’t have.
It’s been a whirlwind couple months, from breaking up with Ransom to getting back together with him, then dealing with his bastard of a friend...well, ex-friend. And then having him use your sister, your own flesh and blood, to get back at Ransom. It’s a lot for anyone to deal with and in the midst of all of it, you can’t help but admit you have been careless with safety during sex. It’s kind of hard to stay on top of things when the last thing on your mind is safety. All you want lately is to feel him close, skin to skin, for him to ease the anxious feelings away with his body. His touch, his kiss. So powerful, so gentle yet rough.
It’s what you always seem to need lately.
And if those needs have resulted in a tiny human growing inside of you.. would that be so bad?
“Then we’ll deal with it, we’ll sort this together. You and me”
Sort this? Deal with it?
Does he mean -
You can barely even let that thought manifest and clearly your knee is working overtime and you’ve gone back to picking at your hands and nails again as Ransom stills both. Using one hand to force your eyes to his.
“Y/N, baby. Look at me. I didn’t mean that in the way it sounded. I meant that we’ll talk about it. We’ll cope and get through this however we need to. We’ll discuss this together..okay?”
You feel yourself nod as you look back down at the timer.
1 second left and...
The ringing sound of Ransoms alarm goes off, startling you despite knowing it was coming.
You take a deep breath, waiting a second so that you can calm your hands and that shaky knee of yours before you look at Ransom and pick the test up. His hand over yours, holding it as you both bite the bullet and glance.
Two lines.
Two very clear, very real lines.
You feel his hand grip the test to look at it properly without you. He takes it and stands up as he begins to pace the small bedroom. His large frame taking up all of the space.
Were you too quick to believe his promises of being there no matter the result? Did you buy into that false sense of security yet again?
Everything moves in slow motion, even your thoughts. You daren’t disturb him while he paces, with his eyes fixated on those two lines. He’s processing. Internally cursing this baby inside of you. Or at least you think
Ransom’s POV
Two lines.
Two very clear, very real lines.
I instantly feel claustrophobic, instantly need air. After pacing for what feels like forever, i feel worse. I need proper air, i need it now.
I rush to the window, practically cursing inside as i fumble with the handle, i push it open and lean there for a moment, breathing in and out rapidly, unable to catch my breath fully.
I needed that. That’s the air i needed.
With my eyes shut and fresh air blasting my face, i start to cool down. The temperature in my face cools slowly but enough for me to regain a coherent train of thought.
It takes a minute before the thought of her comes back to me. I spin around instantly to find her, tears pooling in her eyes, a worried look on her face. I can tell that the first thing she thought of when she saw me just now was that i’m angry.
How wrong could she be.
I rush to her side, pulling her close to me so i can hold her.
“Shhh, i got you. I’ve got you” i soothe, or at least attempt to as she sniffles into my chest.
“A-are you mad?” her voice comes out just above a whisper, while a rogue tear slips down her cheek and onto my chest.
“Of course not”... “why would i be?”
It seems logical in my head, why would i be mad? How could i be mad?
I’m happy, albeit overwhelmed but happy nonetheless.
“You’ve barely said a word’
“It’s overwhelming that’s all darling, it’s a lot to take in and i can’t even imagine how you must be feeling. Talk to me”
Your POV
You pull away from his chest, wiping your tear stained face as you swallow your nerves down as best as you can so that you can get your thoughts out into words.
“I’ve always known that i’ve wanted to be a mother. Even when i was younger with my sisters, playing moms and dads” that earns a chuckle from your sweet but misunderstood boyfriend.
His arm cradles you as you continue.
“But that’s a far cry from that to this, to doing it, for real. Having a tiny human depend on you for everything. It’s also the unexpected, perhaps. The fact that this wasn’t planned. We’ve been so preoccupied lately, being careful when having sex hasn’t exactly been at the forefront of our minds. But what if it was meant to be that way?”
“How do you mean?”
“What if this was always supposed to happen. This little life growing inside of me as we speak. Sometimes things happen when you least expect it, for a reason”
I feel silly saying that but it’s true. Life can have a funny way of challenging you, and doing it in ways you wouldn’t expect.
You look up at him, searching his eyes for anything to show that he’s truly okay with the outcome of the test.
Facing a positive pregnancy test was certainly not on your plans for this year, but what matters is how you deal with it, how you communicate with one another about this. It may be your body but you want the choice to be one you make with both yours and Ransoms input. It took the two of you to create this life. It’s only right the two of you decide what happens.
Your hand naturally goes to your stomach and you gently rub your thumb across it, wondering what life would be like with a baby. How Ransom would hold up as a father. You know he’d be a whole lot better than his father, that’s for sure. Which let’s face it, isn’t a hard feat at all. Richard Drysdale is a bastard of a man. And you know that Ransom wouldn’t mind you saying that. It’s a fact.
Ransoms hand joins you, his thick and long fingers fingers guiding your own to stroke your stomach.
“We don’t have to decide just yet” he starts, getting down on his knees in front of your bed and positioning himself in between your legs, parting them as he inches closer. A position you’ve had him in more than once. It brings heat to your sex. You can’t help it. The man is quite literally a sex god.
You’re sat here, in the midst of a serious conversation and yet you’re in the mood to be intimate. This man can literally touch you in any way, be in front of you talking about politics or even pissing you off in some form and you still feel that invisible string, pulling you to him, like a magnetic force. You belong to him, and he belongs to you. However, times like these make you want him all the more.
His eyes darken as he catches yours doing the same, he knows that look.
“I don’t want to talk about it anymore, if that’s okay?” you murmur, your hands roaming down his tanned and toned body, abs for days, that sexy V-shape leading into his boxers, where his not so mysterious size awaits you.
You need him, god you need him more than you need to breathe. Everything is aching, your anxiety wreaking havoc on your body once again, you need a distraction, just for right now. You know that you can’t avoid it forever, but you can allow yourself to forget, just for today. Or even just for right now.
“Oh yeah, and what do you want, hm?” his finger crooks under your chin, lifting it up, not allowing you to avoid his eyes. “Come on, tell me princess. This only works if we communicate” his voice is going deeper as he finishes talking. He knows exactly what you want, but as always, in true Ransom fashion, he’s making you work for it. Just the way that you like.
“I want you. No, i need you. I need you so badly. Your touch, your hands. I need it all over me. Afterwards i promise we can discuss the pregnancy. I just need to be close to you. Please” your doe eyes cause him to falter his usual Daddy persona.
“Like this?” he rasps, manoeuvring so that you’re laying down on the bed and he’s on top of you, his hands gripping your ass before leading up your body, squeezing and gripping every curve, his soft sighs make it clear how much he wants you too. No spot untouched.
You hum in appreciation and agreement with his words and he continues, his face burying into your neck, kissing, licking and biting like a wild animal desperate for his next feed. You’re his prey. Always have been since day one. You belong to him.
“Use your words, slut” his demand comes with a menacing drawl, one you would never wish to ignore. You couldn’t even if you wanted to. When he’s in this zone, this fantasy of your owner, Ransom is not to be tested. Best believe he will always come out on top.
“Y-yes, like that” you moan breathlessly as his hands slide up to the tie of your robe, his fingers barely need to work at it before it opens, giving him better access to you and that sexy goddess like body of yours, or at least that’s how he’s always seen it. You’ve never once had to wonder if he’s into you, his reaction to you is enough confirmation.
Ransom moves you to the centre of the bed, spreading your legs before moving in between them once again. “Yes, what?” his eyebrows raise, a playful smirk on his beautiful face.
“Yes Daddy”
And that was all he needed to begin.
His lips pucker as he places kisses along your stomach, working his way up to your neck, gentle kisses at first. But the higher he gets, the more hungry he becomes, nipping you here, licking you there. Your chest starts to rise and fall quite quickly now, your cheeks flush as he reaches your breasts.
No matter how many times he looks at them, feels them in his hands and plays with them, he loves them. It’s like he’s obsessed with showing every significant part of your body some love. But then again, when it comes to Ransom, every part of your body is significant. Every. Single. Inch.
“Look at these nipples of yours, all ready for me. I’ve barely even touched you” his pleased tone makes you smile a little. Daddy Ransom is here for real now.
You prepare yourself mentally for the rollercoaster your body is about to be put through.
His index fingers and thumbs roll the pert nipples as he kisses the valley between your breasts, licking his way to one nipple to bite it ever so slightly, enough to make you jolt in surprise before repeating the same on the other. His pleasure comes with a build up, a build up that renders you desperate for him, desperate for his cock. But it’s all worth it.
“Being so patient for me, baby. Such a fuckin’ good girl” his New England drawl makes you wetter, the pool of arousal at your entrance causes you to wriggle and writhe, needing to rub your thighs together for some kind of relief. But with Ransom between your legs, you’re trapped.
“Woah woah, what happened to patience” his hand moves down towards your sex as his face moves inches above yours “behave” his words come as he smacks at it. He repeats it once more before continuing his journey to your neck. His mouth starts to suck and bite the tender skin, it’s bound to leave a mark, proof to everyone that he was here. His intention.
You wait for him to move up to your face to give you a kiss and when he does it’s messy, emotional and needy. Tongues moving and colliding, your hands gripping his face before he moves them above your head. One hand of his holding them there while he reaches for the handcuffs in the bedside table draw. Your eyes widen as your brain can only imagine what is in store for you. Rough sex with zero mercy. He plans to fuck you until you beg for him to stop. Just the way you like him to. The arousal worsens as he straddles your chest, tying you to your headboard.
Once you’re attached, no escaping, he gets off of the bed to step out of his boxers slowly. The teasing only makes you more in need for him. And then theres his cock. God it’s like he was sculpted to perfection and brought to you to continuously render you speechless. Every day that you get to look at him and that body of his is a gift that keeps giving.
Your eyes rake over him one time too many but he doesn’t mind. In fact the cocky bastard loves it. It boosts his already inflated ego when it comes to his appearance.
That’s Ransom for you, he looks good and he knows it. He’s used that to his advantage plenty of times. You recall him doing the same for you when you first met.
“Like what you see, baby?” he winks, that wink makes you melt but you forget you’re stuck in place by those handcuffs.
You nod, practically salivating at the sight.
“Please” you beg, pathetically.
“I need you” the whimpers fall on death ears as he climbs back onto the bed, fisting his hardened cock for you to watch as his own eyes rake over you. He knows he’s one lucky man.
“Do you now? How much?” Like you said, he’s a bastard.
“Badly, i’m so wet for you. Please”
And with that, he spreads your legs further, inspecting you with his eyes before his index finger starts to rub at your clit a little while his middle finger explores your folds until it’s at your entrance, rubbing your juices around.
“So you are” he hums in appreciation before lifting your legs up a little and bending down.
His mouth attacks your pussy, making you whimper in shock. It’s never been so easy before to get him to give in. He must need you just as much, if not more.
“Taste so fuckin’ good” his growling and breathy voice turns you on more, god you love him. So fucking much. You love the way he relentlessly attacks your body with his mouth, hands and cock. He just knows what you need.
You’ve been here so many times now, danced this same dance. You’re fluent in each others bodies language. Knowing every weakness, every tell tale sign of an orgasm, every pressure point that gets the other begging for more. However, you rarely get to use your knowledge as Ransom enjoys dominating too much, and who are you to argue?
Your hips buck up as you grind into his face.
“You eat my pussy so good Daddy” you whimper, desperate for more of him, his teeth nip not so gently at your demanding clit but it spurs you on. You thrust faster and faster before he holds you still, your thighs wrapped tightly around is head as his nails dig into your soft skin. He’s hungry.
That all too familiar rope in your stomach starts to tighten, your climax building, and building and building. Until one last flicker of his strong tongue causes the rope to snap.
You cry out, his name falling off of your tongue like a prayer, all to familiar. He licks you through the orgasm while your legs shake around his head, just the way he likes. You’re so sensitive but he wants more, who are you to deny him. His tongue now lapping up all he forced from your body, the juices make him groan
He forces your body back to the bed, allowing you too lay there while he stares at you. In awe, perhaps.
His hands wrap around his hardened cock as he moves over you so that your legs can lock around his torso, keeping the two of you connected, while your hands aren’t available.
“You want this cock inside of you? Gonna be my good little slut, hm?” his filthy words only make you want him more, you shake the cuffs in attempt to free yourself so that you can touch him, wanting him inside of you faster.
The taunting tuts he gives you, warning you about rushing him. Ransom is especially thorough when it comes to giving pleasure. He likes to make sure no stone is left unturned, leaving you a puddle of satisfaction with shaky legs for further proof.
“I need it inside of me, i need you. Make me your slut, use me for your own pleasure” you plead, doe eyes returning as you bite your lip seductively. That’ll do it, the final nail in your coffin, clearly, as he slides into you slowly, filling you up inch by inch.
Two sets of eyes close in tandem as pleasure envelopes both of you. All of your stress from the last 48 hours vanishes in a heartbeat. Tension disappears.
You know you have to face everything soon but this is a short term distraction, one you are both welcoming with open arms. It’s what you need right now, no harm in satisfying that.
His thrusts speed up as he grips your legs, pushing them up and back. Folding you over so that he can push down on the backs of your thighs, using it as leverage for him to go to town. Fucking into you with reckless abandon, giving you all that he has. All of his confusion about the new circumstance you’ve found yourselves in, all of the tension that piled on top of him the moment he saw those two lines. All of it is channeled into this moment right now.
“So fucking wet for me, baby. My god” the sound of his balls slapping against your asshole mixed with the sound of your juices each time he drives his cock balls deep into you bounces off of the walls, making you glad you live alone.
His hands move to splay across your ass, gripping it so tight that his nails dig in, leaving a mark for certain. You wince but revel in the pain of it, the beautiful pain.
“You feel so good inside of me, daddy. Are you proud of me, taking all of you like the good little slut you turned me into mm?”
His eyes darken, his brows scrunch as his middle finger circles your puckered hole, so tight, so fucking tight.
He throws his head back grunting as his thrusts get more aggressive before sucking that same finger and circling the hole again. He pushes it in slowly, blowing out a deep breath he’d been holding in until his finger slipped inside, just a little. It’s been a while since he played with your ass like this.
Oh how you’ve missed it. Pushing in and out, he works it in deeper each time, training it to take all of that finger.
God you’re so good for him, he needs you to keep being good, to keep taking what he dishes out. You’re always good, so perfect, so precious.
He loses control, rough isn’t the word for how he’s fucking you, his finger getting faster with its movements, working in time with his cock as it moves in and out of your soaking wet pussy, your juices covering it tip to base.
Yet again, the tell tale sign of an impending orgasm washes over you as you cry to be released. His one free hand moves up momentarily to pick the key up for the cuffs. You nod rapidly, signalling to him to free you. You need to be closer, you need to touch him.
Ransom notices this, smirking as he speeds the pace of his finger up a notch, working harder to push you through that orgasm you’ve needed so much. “Is my good girl gonna cum, huh? Gonna make a big mess all over daddy’s cock?Give it to me baby, come on, give me that cum, i need it like i need fucking air to breathe. Come on, slut, cum on this cock. Give yourself a mess to clean once i free those hands”
His words are enough to push you over the edge as you cry out once again, for the second time today he’s the reason for your relentless pleasure. Your pussy walls clench down on him, again and again and again, making him moan along with you. He pulls out quick, pushing the key into the lock to free you at last before manhandling you around so that you’re on your knees on the floor, in between his naked legs, sucking his cock.
His hips buck, forcing you to take all of him, one punishing thrust after another, saliva drips from your mouth each time he pulls out. His hands grip your hair, giving you no choice but to comply. All while your cum drips from your stretched out and satisfied hole.
Pleasuring your man brings you pleasure too, you can’t help but feel the same old need for more as you service his cock with your mouth, bringing him close to his own orgasm. But before you swallow it, you pull off in time for him to spray your chest. His arousal covering your breasts fully. You waste no time in playing with it, moving it all across with your fingers before licking it off slowly, seductively. His eyes follow your every move, amazed.
“You’re so sexy, you know that, right?”
You nod, confidently. You don’t always know it but in this moment right now, you believe it wholeheartedly. Nothing could stop you from showing it to him.
The taste of him makes your pussy throb non stop.
Look at you, such a desperate slut, constantly craving his cock.
His thumb strokes your chin as he leans over you, catching a drop that didn’t quite make your mouth before you take it and suck the remains off.
“That, my darling, is certainly my favourite distraction” he hums with satisfaction as he stands up, towering over you before picking you up and carrying you to the en suite. “But let’s get you cleaned up, hm? Then we can talk about that test”
You nod before resting your head on his chest as he walks you into the bathroom for a much needed shower.
Sooner or later you’ll need to face that test, and as nervous as you are. There’s no one you’d rather have those difficult conversations with.
I know it's been few years but pls I need a part of A younger model pls ....
I promise, this is on my list.
I haven't logged into tumblr in soooo long. But i am back, and after the next few days of a hectic work and home life schedule, i am going to sit down and write.
I really hope you haven't lost interest. I cannot wait to give you all more of my writing and i hope you won't be disappointed with it.
Thank you so so much for reading and interacting. Also thank you for being patient. Little old me never thought anyone would ever read her work and even after loads of interactions over the years, seeing the love i still receive after being absent for so long still makes me tear up and smile.
So so grateful for you and everyone else on here who read and interact with my work.
hHello, I hope it's okay, when do you update "only love can hurt like that"? That story really left me stung ❤️
Heyyyy!!!
I know i've been saying that i'm back but haven't actually posted any story updates or any stories at all. But i am trying to get back to it i promise.
Life is very hectic and things are only just starting to calm down and settle now.
My goal is to update before Christmas and my birthday and also to get a Jake Jensen fic out too. A girl can try and dream.
Thank you so so so much, genuinely, for supporting my work. I worked so hard on that series and it's very dear to me and one of my faves of my work so far. I cannot wait to finish the next installment and get it out to you lovely.
Hope you're well and still very much interested in this.
Omg I just saw that you are back, im so happy!! I have been reading some of your fics and I love them. Recently I read only love cna hurt like his and boy, reader deserves so much better, he was literally sleeping with all the Town the very much day they broke up :( I wonder how she would deal with it if she find out 🥺🥺🥺🥺 my poor baby, she needs to leave him asap.
Im happy to see that you are doing good, hopefully we could read more of your amazing work soon ♥️
Awww, thank you so much lovely. I am definitely going to try and get more parts to that story out soon and to write a few more standalone fics.
Writing stories for yourself and everyone on here is something that makes me very happy and i want to get back into it again.
I am. I’ve got quite a bit down already it’s just taking longer as life gets in the way sometimes. There are plans to finish what I’ve written and post it.
Thank you for reading the first part and for loving it so much!🥰❤️
Hiyaaaa!!! I am here. I’ve had a lot going on in my life as I lost my job recently. So I’m trying to find motivation to write. I plan to sit down in the next week and update my latest series and finish a request I started.
Im sorry for my absence. And I hope you’re okay!
I love you all, thank you for continuing to follow me and for checking in.
Yesssss ! Would love to see you write for Jake! I used to read the comic books and that character actually has a really fucked up and great background. Maybe a fix where his team finds out about his past?
I would definitely love to write for Jake. I loveeeeee him. He's an absolute dream. I will definitely get to something like this once i post my first Jake fic.
Thank you for reaching out and keep checking back!! 🥰
