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Hi can you do 1. It's a quarter past midnight with Terry Bruno? :)
Part of the Affair!Terry Arc
It's a quarter past midnight and Terryās still sitting at his desk, staring at the blank computer screen. He should go home, Rose is waiting in that pretty pink robe of hers. Sheās already set him a picture, followed up with a couple of texts but the truth is he canāt do it. He canāt go home to that woman because he knows what she expects from him and he canāt give it to her.
It had started months ago, the discussions about starting a family, heād brushed it off at first but then heād found the ovulation kit. Before he knows it, heās being summoned home to fulfil an obligation that he doesnāt want.
Rose thinks heāll change his mind once sheās pregnant but Terry wonāt let it get that far. Thatās the real reason he doesnāt want to go home tonight because once he does he knows his marriage is over and right now he doesnāt have the fortitude for that.
His phone chimes and he sighs as he picks it up, expecting it to be Rose again.
Itās not, itās you.
Youāre wearing a black lace basque that accentuates your form and thigh high stockings, he canāt wait to run his hands over. His cocks already stirring within the confines of his jeans as he studies the text underneath.
Companion piece to Pinot Grigio - How it all started...
Terry doesnāt realise that youāre single, not until he downloads Tinder and sees your profile. The last time the two of you spoke you were in a long-term relationship, and he was married. Itās crazy how much can change in the space of a year.
The two of you have always had chemistry. He thinks about the last time you were together; heād been keeping you company while you waited for your Uber outside OāMalleyās. Youād tilted your head up at just the right moment, met his gaze and something had just sparked. Heād kissed you that night, his thumb ghosting along the line of your jaw as your hands threaded through his hair. Before he knew it, he was in your bed, making love to you by the light of the streetlamp outside.
It was a mistake youād agreed in the aftermath. Youād both been drinking, working long hoursā¦
The two of you hadnāt spoken since.
Now youāre both newly single, heās made the jump to Manhattan SVU, and youāve risen to the rank of Sergent in the Bronx Homicide division. He still thinks about you, the way you felt pressed against his body, the taste of you on his lips. Heās re-lived that night a thousand times over, in the shower, in his bed.
His thumb hovers over the screen, before he takes a chance and swipes right.
āYouāve matched.ā The notification tells him, and he finds himself smiling as he types out a message.
Gunpowder & Lead - Chibs searches for you in the aftermath of Safe.
Home - Chibs decides to take you home. - Companion piece to Safe and Gunpowder & Lead
By the time your letter arrives in the mail Juice has already gone completely off the rails. He spends his nights partying, drinking himself into oblivion and taking a concoction of drugs that even Tig wouldnāt have touched during his wild years.
When heās not at the clubhouse getting fucked, heās doing his own fucking back at Diosa. Heās slept with countless women over the past couple of months and none of them get the memory of you out of his head.
It's not your absence that kills him, although thatās part of it. Itās the guilt. Heās the one that put you back on your husbandās radar, the one that insisted you submit that painting into the competition, the one whoād encouraged you to have your picture taken with it.
He recognises your handwriting as soon as he finds the envelop in his mailbox. His thumb chases over the cursive loops before he tucks it underneathe the stack of motorcycle magazines on the coffee table. He knows itās just a rehash of the phone conversation you had. He canāt stand to go through it again, but he also canāt bring himself to throw it away.
Itās Chibs that finds the letter.
He knows what a man in crisis looks like and he can see that Juice is starting to circle the drain. How it happens doesnāt matter, OD, bar fight, liver failure, the point is itās doing to happen, and Chibs canāt stand the thought of it.
When he drags Juice home from the clubhouse that night and puts him to bed, he surveys the mess with a sigh. Thereās empty beer bottles and take away containers all over the place. A dozen of empty mugs heās been using as ashtrays. The kid Chibs knows is practically OCD to the point of making sure the tins in his cupboard face the right way, the mess is a sure sign that Juice is struggling.
It's when he starts cleaning up that he comes across the envelop. He tears it open because at this point, heās looking for some insight because Juice hasnāt been forthcoming. He knows youāve left but as to the circumstances, the younger man refuses to talk about it.
Itās as he reads the letter than he understands what happened. Itās an echo of his own past, of the night Evelyn turned up at his door with bruises on her face because her divorce had gone through, and her ex had turned up at the house that night.
The difference between you and Evelynā¦
She knew she couldnāt outrun that monster, so sheād taken matters into her own hands. Sheād been prepared to go to prison for it until heād stepped in.
Youā¦
You didnāt have it in you. Evelyn was tempered steel underneathe all that silk and litigation. Youāre all heart, soft and artistic, the perfect partner for someone like Juice. Chibs sighs before he lays out the letter on the coffee table. Juice needs to read this, he needs to know that it isnāt his fault, that you donāt blame him for what happened because thatās whatās fuelling his self-destructiveness, the guilt of it all.
When the younger man wakes up the next morning, he doesnāt expect to find Chibās in his kitchen. His head is pounding and thereās that agony in his chest, the one he wakes up with every single morning.
āSit.ā Chibs says, pushing a fresh mug of coffee towards Juice.
Even in his most rebellious moments, he still respects his president. He does as heās told, wrapping his hands around the coffee mug before bowing his head and staring into the dark liquid.
āYou need to read this.ā Chibs says, setting the letter down in front of the younger man. He sees Juiceās gaze flicker up to study the writing before his lips purse together grimly.
āNo.ā He says shaking his head, shoving the letter away from him.
āLadā¦ā Chibs says firmly before using his fingertips to slide the letter back. āRead it.ā
It takes Juice almost five minutes to get through it, because he finds himself re-reading parts of it over and over again, trying to absorb the words, to believe them.
Itās not your fault.
I still love you.
Iāll always love you.
Itās like a dam breaks inside of him and all of that emotion heās been repressing, it comes rushing to the surface like a flood. He uses the back of his hand to wipe away the tears that leak down his cheeks but not before one falls onto the letter, staining the ink thatās embedded in the paper.
āI thought it was my fault.ā He finds himself saying as he sets the letter back down on the table.
āNo.ā Chibs says, meeting Juiceās gaze. Heās been there himself; he knows the toll that something like this takes on your soul, how it can ravage you, eat you from the inside out. Ā āNone of this is your fault.ā
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Can you do #11 You and me, and a bottle of wine with Terry Bruno? Thanks :)
Prequel to upcoming Valentine's Day Fic: Tinder
It starts with a bottle of Pinot Grigio.
Terryās usually a beer guy but he finds himself sharing the wine as the two of you sit at the bar in OāMalleyās toasting to the arrest of the āBronx Stranglerā. Itās been a gruelling case, Terry had been seconded from Bronx SVU because heād been the lead when the strangler was just the rapist. Despite his departmentās rep, heās an excellent detective, one of the few good ones you think.
Itās his humour that attracts you, that and his compassion. Like you, he actually gives a shit about what happens to these girls, he empathises with their plight. Itās rare these days, most of the cops you know are jaded, they wouldnāt argue with the brass because a couple of working girls turned up dead.
The nature of the beast, his Captain had said before shifting the case to the bottom of the pile. Heād worked it in his own time after that. You admire his dedication, youāve done something similar once or twice yourself.
Itās late when you step outside of the bar, you have an Uber turning up in a couple of minutes and Terry insists on waiting with you. The both of you are a little tipsy, the wine goes straight to his head and you lost track after youād split the second bottle. He has his arm wrapped around your shoulders, steadying you and you canāt help but notice how good it feels to be tucked against his firm body. You can tell he feels it too from the way he looks at you.
Thereās a heat in his eyes and you know in that moment, heās coming home with you tonight.
You donāt remember much about the journey home, only the tenderness of Terryās mouth as he kisses you into oblivion. When you take him to bed, he slows it down, exploring the contours of your body, learning the rhythm of your pleasure. Heās a generous lover, more so than the man you share this bed with.
He makes love to you that night, his strong arm wrapped around your waist as he holds you close, mumbling sweet nothings into the curve of your throat. Itās the intimacy of it all that overwhelms you, the proximity of him. When he looks at you, itās like youāre the only woman in the world and thatās not something youāve felt in a very long time.
āThatās it pretty girl.ā He mutters when you come for the first time in months. āThatās it, give it to me.ā
Itās in the aftermath that the reality of the situation hitās you, it must dawn on Terry too because heās already partially dressed when he inclines his head towards you and says.
āIāve got a wife.ā
You sigh before picking up his shirt from the floor and tossing it across the bed to him.
āIāve got a boyfriend.ā
Thereās an understanding in that moment. You both arenāt getting what you need from those relationships but youāre not ready to give them up.
He kisses you before he leaves, itās a simple brush of the lips but thereās a softness in it, an apology.
āThis canāt happen again.ā He murmurs, his forehead coming to rest against yours.
āI know.ā You whisper before kissing him again.
Thatās how it ends, at least it is until you get that notification on Tinder.
Terry doesnāt realise that youāre single, not until he downloads Tinder and sees your profile. The last time the two of you spoke you were in a long-term relationship, and he was married. Itās crazy how much can change in the space of a year.
Valentine's Day Bingo - Tinder - Terry Bruno x Reader - Out 1st Feb
It's ok, I'll just keep clinging to that one show he did...*checks notes*...9 years ago and didn't even make it until the end of and all we have left is fan fiction we've had to write ourselves in order to keep him alive.
"Someone should punish you for that." with Mike Duarte please ā¤ļø
"Do you need to be punished Captain?ā You whisper against Mikeās jaw as you straddle his hips. Your fingers thread through his hair, tugging lightly at the roots and he hisses through his teeth, his cock sinking deeper into you. āDidnāt I tell you not to touch yourself while I was away?ā
āMi Vidaā¦ā He breathes. āThose videosā¦ā
āI donāt care why you did it Mike, only that you didnāt save it for me.ā You tell him, your teeth grazing that deviant little space just underneath the curve of his jaw. He moans, his hips bucking up into you and you grasp his jaw tightly, tutting as you look into his eyes.
āYou just canāt help yourself, can you?ā You murmur, your nose trailing along his. āYou need to get fucked so badly.ā
āOnly by you Mi Vida,ā He whispers, his grip on your hips tightening. āYouāre the only person who can give me what I need.ā
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