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So, a few ppl want the Mccree x f!reader fic without the noncon stuff… so imma leave the beginning and take the dark stuff out in a separate post. I’ll continue the story another way but I’ll make it sweet instead!

Trouble

This is a remake of the original. Without the dark stuff…

Tws: none

You never enjoyed growing up in the city. You always wanted to have a garden of your own and live in a small town as far away from the bustling city as possible.

So, after a painful amount of begging and long years of saving up money, you finally managed to convince your parents that you could live on your own...But you never told them how far away you’d actually be staying.

“Living alone is dangerous for a young lady….” Your fathers angry words echoed in your head. When the sudden jolt of the taxi pulls you from your thoughts, your eyes set on your new home. An old run down ranch style home lies in front of you. The home wasn’t exactly ‘in town’. It was secluded, surrounded by one acre of dense woods in any direction.

Considering how expensive the taxi ride was, you decide its too late to turn back now. Grabbing your bags from the trunk of the car, you begin your first steps towards your new home.

To be quite honest, the home looks much worse in person. The pictures you found online had the impression that the home was livable. The overwhelming smell of mold and mildew fills your nostrils causing you to repress a gag. You had hoped to be able to live in the home as soon as you got into town, but it looks like you’ll have to do some cleaning up before you could rest.

The horrid purple wallpaper definitely had to go, along with the stained green carpet and rotten cabinets in the kitchen. The previous owner had renovated the bedroom and bathroom but the kitchen is definitely in need of some TLC.

You had called a moving company a few days ago to have all of your belongings moved into your home. So despite the homes unsightly circumstances, you had a furnished place to sleep tonight.

Riding your bike into town and stopping at a family diner, you notice the choking smell of a burning cigar. A man, dressed like a western cowboy, leans on the outside of a rundown bar, holding a cigar in his metal hand. With the way his eyes bore into your body, you hurriedly stepped out of his line of sight. Into the diner.

You order a cola to drink along with a burger and fries. Your booth faces a tv playing a black and white movie you’ve never seen before. Heavily focused on the meal laid out in front of you, you almost don’t notice a person slide into the seat across from you. Almost.

The cowboy from before now sat a little more than a foot away from you. The smell of his recently smoked cigar still lingers in the air.

“Now… don’t you know it’s awfully rude to stare, sweetheart?”

His deep southern drawl keeps you fumbling over his words. Although you never like to come off as rude, you can’t help but feel a bit insulted. Your mother always said that trouble followed you like the plague. And now, you haven’t even been in this town for longer than an hour, and you’ve already upset a complete stranger.

You swallow you pride and wash it down with a sip of your half empty drink. You put on your best smile, and prepare to talk in the sincerest voice you can muster.

“I really didn’t mean to stare sir. This is my first day in town, I’ve just moved here from-”

“But of course, a woman as beautiful as you can stare as long as she likes.”

A sweet talker. Growing up in the city, you encountered many guys like him. Shooting his shot without even knowing your name. In the past you would‘ve been head over heels for the first guy that gave you this kind of attention. But that would be too easy.

“I don’t think I caught your name.” You say sternly. But before he gets the chance to reply, you hear a waitress call to a “Mccree” from behind the counter. Asking him what he’d like to order.

A smile stretches across his face but he refuses to break eye contact with you. After the awkward silence passes, the cowboy sighs and reluctantly responds to the waitress.

“I’ll have what she’s got.”

“So you’re names Mccree then?” you ask.

“Jesse Mccree. But for you, it’s just Jesse.”

A small smile graces your lips before you will yourself to reply. “Well… my name is (y/n) (l/n), it’s nice to meet you.”

A plate identical to yours slides across the table, stopping in front of Jesse. He grabs the container of ketchup and squirts some on his plate. Dipping a large fry in it and bringing it up to his mouth.

“It’s nice to finally meet the girl who bought that old run down farm house…”

Your breath hitches and you hear him begin to chuckle. “How do you know that?” You blurted. He seems to find amusement in your confusion.

“Relax, sugar. I helped do some work on that house a few years ago, so don’t worry.”

He winks at you as he begins to eat his burger. After clearing your plate, you wipe your fingers on a napkin and walk to the counter to pay for your meal. Before turning to step out of the diner, you hear Jesse warn you.

“I’d be careful if I were you, the town can get dangerous after dark.”

You understand that he thinks he’s being helpful. But the more you talk with this strange cowboy, the more thrown for a loop you become. You hope that he didn’t notice you eating faster when he arrived. And you also hoped that he didn’t notice the pistol you kept tucked under your shirt.

You offer Jesse another smile and you wave your hand goodbye. The pain of a migraine is beginning to settle in your left eye.

The ride home was peaceful. The sun had begun to set, so the sky was painted with a beautiful array of bright reds and oranges. You quickly unlock your front door and rush to face plant onto your bare mattress. Sleep is the only thing that can rid you of this painful headache.

3:05 am

Disoriented and confused are the only words you can think of to describe the way you felt when you woke up. The house was pitch black and the only thing on your mind was your overwhelming need to pee. Sitting on the toilet, you start to remember where you are. Alone empty house that’s way too big for one person to occupy alone. You don’t live with your parents anymore and you definitely don’t have toilet paper.

Being forced to make do with the extra napkins you find in your purse, you step back into your dimly lit bedroom. You stretch out the bed sheets that you mother bought you for your new home. They were black, but decorated in brightly colored flowers.

After making your bed, you change into some suitable pajamas. You decide that a shower can wait until the morning. Laying back down in your freshly made bed, you drift off to sleep once again.

Instead of heading into town, you decided to spend the day tackling house chores and garden work. You were already a bit late on planting some veggies, so time is of the essence if you want your plants to grow for a full season.

You rake debris out of one of the large garden boxes in front of the house and begin saturating the soil with water. A trip to the garden store will be in order, eventually. But without a car, it would be very hard to get your plants back to the house.

Its getting late in the evening. It’ll be lunch time soon and wanting to explore the town more, you decide to ride you bike back into town. Before you could lift your bike off the side of the house, you hear the loud engine of a motorcycle pull down the dirt path toward the house.

After quieting the engine, Jesse steps toward you, holding a bag in one hand. “I thought I might treat you to brunch.” he says. A kind gesture, and really, you appreciate it. But eating brunch with a guy you literally just met the day before, seems a bit too sudden.

But the hunger you feel disagrees. “Would you like to come inside? It’s the best I can offer you as a thanks right now.” You say embarrassed as Jesse looks around at the mess you’ve made.

Large sticks and dirt in multiple piles litter the front yard. You weren’t expecting any company today, so you didn’t bother to wear something more flattering than a stained oversized t-shirt and ripped denim jeans.

“A pretty girl like you ain’t meant to do yard work like this.”

You smile at his words and lead him into the kitchen. Reaching into the pink paper bag, he pulls out a croissant sandwich and hands it to you.

You unwrap the delicate wax paper and take a large bite of the croissant. Jesse stands in the kitchen admiring your progress of pulling out cabinets and drawers. Grabbing on random pieces of wood hanging from the wall.

“Have you ever redone a house before sweetheart? I’d love to help.” Jesse asks, shifting his weight up against the counter.

“I haven’t.” You sigh “But I couldn’t possibly ask you to help me.” Brushing away the crumbs on the counter, you avoid eye contact with Jesse.

“Don’t bother with the formal stuff…what do you need help with?” he says confidently. You notice how he has a way of forcing himself on people. His charming nature has worked for him somehow.

“I need to finish up removing the carpet and wall paper. Then, there’s the work outside.” You observed. Jesse crumpled up the pink paper bag that used to hold your croissant. “He must’ve already eaten.” You think to yourself.

After you finish eating the pastry, You dust the crumbs on your shirt and lead Jesse into the living room. Shreds of dirty green carpet littered the floor.

“You sure did a number on the place.” Jesse says mockingly.

Rolling your eyes, you respond sarcastically. “Ha-Ha. But I’d love to see you do any better, cowboy.”

Jesse bends over, grabbing a carpet knife, he begins cutting the carpet. Lifting the section you had previously cut out his way.

You worked in silence. Slight huffs and sighs filled the room as the work became more difficult. You begin to question your resolve. Pulling up carpet and moving it to large piles in the front yard became exhausting. This house will definitely take more than one day to completely renovate, you consider.

An hour quickly becomes three. Standing and stretching, Jesse drags his feet to the kitchen table, and collapses in a seat. You didn’t expect him to be serious about helping out when he offered. And you also didn’t expect him to stick around for so long.

“Are you done for today?” You say jokingly. “I’m just getting started!”

“Yeah, well you do that.” Jesse tiredly sighs. You step into the kitchen, walking toward the large box storing all of your cups. Rinsing two small glasses, you add ice from the fridge and fill them with water.

You walk over to the kitchen table and sit next to Jesse, handing him a cold glass of water.

You had never taken the time to examine Jesse so closely. He’s rather attractive. You take note of how he pulls his hair out of his face, clearing his vision before taking a sip of water. He notices your looming stare. You quickly look away, nervously avoiding eye contact.

“It’s getting awfully late, wanna get something to eat?” Jesse questioned. He didn’t look at you when he asked, instead he fiddled with the side of his hat across the table. ‘Was he afraid you’d say no?’ You wondered to yourself.

“Sure, but where to?” You asked.

“There’s a bar not too far from here. They serve some pretty good food.” Jesse looks over to you.

“Okay then, but I’m gonna go grab something. I’ll be quick.”

Standing up quickly, you speed walk down the hall toward your bedroom. You open a small drawer in your dresser. Pulling out the small pistol previously hidden by your folded clothes. You tuck it in the side of your pants and cover it with your shirt.

“Hopefully I won’t have to use this tonight.” You think to yourself. Only knowing the man in your kitchen for two days, you can’t say you trust him fully just yet. This is a new town after all, and you’re on your own. But the thought of Jesse being a bad guy leaves a slight pain in your chest.

Maybe it’s the excessive hunger, but maybe it’s because you’ve started to develop feeling for him. Shaking the thought from your mind, you begin walking down the hall toward the kitchen once again.

“Alright, let’s go.” You say sternly. Jesse lifts himself from the kitchen chair and follows you out the front door.

You had never rode a motorcycle before. Jesse’s motorcycle looked like it had special equipment added to it too. When he first arrived, it sounded much louder than any one you’d ever heard in the city. And the handle bars looked too high to be comfortable.

Jesse stretches a leg over the vehicle and offers you an outstretched hand. Visibly smiling ear to ear, you take his hand in yours. In order to ride the motorcycle safely, you’d have to hold on to his waist. You don’t know how you feel about it at first, but as your bodies lurched forward, you felt more inclined.

Jesse smelled of whiskey and cigar smoke. Uncomfortable by awkwardly keeping your distance from him, you allow your head to press into his upper back.

The ride to the bar was calming in an odd way. You weren’t expecting to enjoy being so close to him for so long. But at least he seemed to not mind.

Parking the bike in front of the brick building, Jesse stands at the side of the bike and offers you another hand. He seems to enjoy pampering you.

Taking his hand yet again, he pulls you forward, practically lifting you off the bike with his strength. “Luckily I didn’t lose my footing, falling into him would have been embarrassing.” You think to yourself.

The bar was lightly crowded. You were glad that it was. If the bar wasn’t so lively, you’d have felt a bit more self conscious. All the people in the bar gave Jesse something else to look at, instead of you so intensely.

“What can I get for you” The bartender asked the both of you while drying out a glass. Jesse looked across the counter and pointed. “We’ll have buffalo wings with two shots of whiskey.”

The bartender nodded and walked away. “I could’ve ordered for myself, you know.” You asserted.

Raising his hands in defense, Jesse teasingly said “I’m just saving your breath sweetheart. Besides it’s on me.”

You weren’t expecting Jesse to cover your bill. You had brought money with you, but having the chance to save your money instead of spending it made you happy.

But the fact that Jesse took care of you the entire day, created a light blush to spread across your face. If he really liked you, he had a very obvious way of going about it.

A large plate of buffalo wings slid down the counter, accompanied by two full shot glasses. “Prepare yourself for the best wings you’ve ever had on this side of the Mississippi.” Mccree announced.

Chuckling, you grabbed a wing off the top of the pile, dipped it in ranch and proceeded to take a bite. An explosion of flavor flooded your tastebuds. The heat from the wings worked perfectly alongside the tangy flavor of the buffalo sauce.

Jesse eyed you expectantly, waiting for you to finish chewing. Taking a deep breath and finding your composure, you looked at Jesse.

“It’s good l-“ Cutting you off Jesse bangs his fist on the table in disbelief.

“Just okay? These wings are the backbone of this country! Jesse joked, shaking a wing in front of you.

Laughing, you decided you’d give the wings the praise he feels they deserve. “It’s good, absolutely the best I’ve ever had.” You said excitingly, matching his energy.

You slid your stool closer to his and began reaching for a second wing. “I could get used to this”, you think to yourself.

Howdy! I heard read your first post and decided to send in an ask!

Which Overwatch character is your favorite? And what’s your favorite fan-fiction trope?

And if you wish you can write the character with the trope or ask me to do it and I just might.

Thanks for the ask!!!

Sorry for the slow response, I’ve been so busy with school work lately. 😫

Hmmmm... My favorite Overwatch characters would probably have to be Mccree and Reaper, at least for right now anyway. But, In game, I main D.va (lol).

My favorite fanfic trope is Yandere and cute fluff stories. I know, Those two are on two far sides of the spectrum. Ive always wanted to do headcannons but I just haven’t gotten around to it yet!

Ill do a story abt a reader whose sick and Mccree is taking care of them! A/N: I wanted the fic to get all of the cute himbo Mccree that I have stuck in my brain… lol

Rolling over to the far side of the bed, you reach for a cold glass of water to soothe the itch in your throat. Jesse had left a glass there for you the night before. He had tried to force you to drink it but you put up a good fight. So, he decided to leave it for whenever you felt ready.

The two of you had no idea how you had got a cold. It could’ve been from you never wearing a jacket outside, or maybe even from the old lady that was coughing in that one grocery store the other day. But you don’t really know.

Hearing heavy footsteps from down the hall, you quickly sit the glass down and pretend to be asleep. Jesse was always serious when it came to you not feeling well. He’s always suffocating when it comes to your health, making you drink soup and sleep the day away until you’re better.

Quietly, you hear the door creak open. The sound of glass clinks nearby, causing you to open your eyes out of curiosity.

Not to your surprise, A large, steaming bowl of chicken soup sits on the nightstand.

“Morning, sunshine.” Jesse drawls, placing his hands on his hips as he looks down at you smiling.

Squinting your eyes, you look towards him and begin to stretch. “Good morning, love.” You say, with a sore throat still present in your voice.

Jesse feels around on the bed, and sits next to your lying form. Softly grabbing your head with both hands, he presses a kiss on your forehead and slowly rubs his thumbs across your cheek.

Ruining the tender moment, Jesse whispers into the side of your neck, “It’s time for breakfast~” in a singing tune.

Chicken soup has been the only thing on your menu for the past two days. Jesse has been keeping you on strict bed rest as he watches over you. You’ve begun to grow sick of the soup. And how much he enjoys teasing you.

Jesse reaches over towards the nightstand and brings the fragrant bowl to your face. He begins blowing on a steaming spoonful, and then lifts it up to your mouth.

“Say ahh-” Jesse chuckles. He knows how much you hate this. Relenting to his smile, you open wide, allowing him to shove the warm spoon into your mouth.

“Mmm?” Jesse asks gleefully. Struggling to hide a smile, you reply. “…Yum.”

This painful process continues on for a few minutes. Once the bowl is empty, Jesse sits it on the nightstand once again. Instead of leaving you in the room by yourself, he begins setting out clothes for you. As if you were actually going somewhere…

“What are you doing?” you question. His large form is currently hunched over, digging through the clothes in your dresser. You watch tentatively as he unfolds a different white t shirt and lays across the bed.

Before he answers, he takes a moment to dump the stray clothes he threw about the room, back into the drawer. “I’m getting you a change of clothes.” He declares.

“Well, are we goin’ somewhere?” You ask excitedly, practically ripping the sheets off of yourself as you stumble out of bed.

“Well, you’re gettin’ a bath before anything.” Jesse holds back a laugh before bringing two fingers to his face, covering his nose.

“I DO NOT STINK!” You yell, throwing a pillow across the room at him. Of course he dodges just in time.

“Give yourself a sniff sweetheart!” Jesse says through a flood of laughter.

Grabbing the collar of your shirt, you try to catch a whiff of whatever has Jesse in tears in front of you.

And god do you stink.

Armpit must and sweat is the only thing that comes to mind after you smell the inside of your shirt. Lifting your face from your collar, you avoid making eye contact with Jesse.

You never stopped to consider that two days on bedrest had the ability to make you smell so bad. You didn’t think you smelled horrible, but Jesse made it seem like your underarms could kill with the way he’s hollerin’ in front of you with his hands on his knees. He must’ve read your facial expression, because you hadn’t even had the chance to defend yourself.

Trying to hold onto any amount of pride you had left, you fold your arms and say “It has been a while since I’ve had a bath.”

Jesse wipes his tears as his laughing fit calms down. “Yeah, I’ll get the water started, and you can look for those shorts you like so much.”

When you hear the bath water finish filling up the tub, you grab a fresh towel and wash cloth from the closet and make your way down the hallway. Jesse is standing next to the door with a stern look on his face. Like he’s planning on making sure you actually get in the water.

Returning his serious glare, you walk past him and close the bathroom door behind you. Jesse had laid out different bottles of lotions, soaps and bath salts for you to use. At times he could be a real pain in your ass, but sometimes… sometimes he could be the most thoughtful person you’d ever known.

Relentlessly, he had been by your side every time you caught a cold. He always made sure you got enough rest and never asked for anything in return.

After ridding yourself of your dirty clothes and throwing them in the corner, you stepped into the warm bubbly water. You reached for the lavender bath salt container and poured a generous amount into the bathwater with you.

After taking your time to clean your body, you stepped out of the tub and began drying off your body with your towel.

You spend extra time to brush your teeth in the sink before stepping out of the foggy bathroom, with Jesse sitting outside waiting on you.

Picking up your speed speed, Jesse grabs your wrist and pull you close. “Lemme smell.”

Struggling against him, you attempt pushing him away to no avail. “I don’t need you to check me Jesse!” He pulls you into a tight hug, squeezing you against his chest and makes an exaggerated inhale through his nose and then let’s you go of your damp form.

Gasping for breath, You scramble away from him and make your way towards the living room and turn on a familiar TV show. Jesse slowly follows behind you and collapses on the seat next to you.

You lean into his shoulder as the two of you begin watching a new episode. “Thanks for everything…” you quietly say into his arm. You feel his body shift towards you as his palm rubs against the side of his face. He pulls your face closer to his and places a prolonged kiss on your forehead once again.

Both of your bodies move closer together as you look back to the tv screen.

“You’re welcome sweetheart…”

I really enjoyed your story “Trouble”. Bittersweet love it 😍. May I ask, what type of father is Jesse?

Overwatch Jesse as a single father

Hmmm… I think that a a non-yandere version of Jesse would be pretty chill. Jesse playing the role of a single parent, trying to navigate parenthood for the first time with his child would be pretty fun. I think that he would be over bearing when it come to his child’s safety but I can also imagine him saying “it’s just a snake, it don’t bite” and then you get bit and he’s panicking and your screaming and then the two of you are in a hospital for a week…

I can imagine him letting his child drink beer and smoke with him sometimes and also let you drive before you can fully see over the dashboard. He’d probably give you the worst advice possible but still have the best intentions. “The next time that boy at school says something like that, punch him in the face and set his book bag on fire-” and then you’d be in the front office covered in ashes and he’d act shocked in front of the principal but low highkey be proud of you and take you out for ice cream… :3

As a single parent he would just tell you to “Be safe and don’t be stupid”. Of course, you’d be able to hold your own bc he would have taught you how to use a gun before you were 12. I can image him kneeling behind you and helping you steady your arm while aiming during shooting practice. Saying “hold it steady and then shoot…” and he’d be helping you clean your gun and take it apart.

He definitely wouldn’t be the best at helping you with homework or any school related stuff but he’d be awesome at being your best friend.

Hope u liked this!!! I’ll be yandere platonic Jesse headcannons later!

How is a domestic life with yandere dilf Jesse McCree (from the Trouble story au)

I’m so sorry… this ask has been invisible in my ask box for some reason?!?!? I haven’t seen it and I don’t know how long I made u wait so I’m gonna give u the best response I can make. It’s gonna be super detailed and everything~❤️❤️❤️

The reader wouldn’t be allowed to leave Jesse’s bedroom in the beginning. Jesse would have already “wife” proofed the room making every precaution to make sure there is no possible way for her to get hurt trying to run away. Windows would be nailed shut and all possible weapons would be kept out of reach.

Jesse would never let his “wife” out of his sight. He would keep everything that she needs away from her and force her to beg him to do everything for her. “Jesse… I really gotta use the bathroom…” And I can see Jesse smoking a cigar standing next to the window. He wouldn’t even look at her but he’d respond with a serious edge in his voice. “Now that’s no way to ask sweetheart.” Of course she would be take back at first, scrambling her mind for another way to ask but still saving her pride. “Can I use the bathroom…please?” She’d ask looking at the bedroom floor. Jesse would then smirk and walk to unlock the bathroom door. He’d stand in the doorway to watch of course…

Jesse definitely has the idea that he would have to “break” his “wife” like a person would do a horse. He’d want to get rid of all the fight she has in her and then make her depend on him. The bedroom she’s locked in wouldn’t have a tv or anything except for a bed and dresser. So his “wife” would mostly sleep to pass the time.

When Jesse is away for a long time, he’d lock her in the bathroom and leave a blanket and pillow in the shower. There wouldn’t be a mirror in the bathroom or anything under the sink.

After she begins to show signs of pregnancy (no baby bump yet tho), he’d begin feeding her more and giving her more attention. Jesse would begin sleeping in the same bed as her and start taking care of her appearance. He’d say misogynistic things like “A husband should be able to come home and see his wife in a nice dress~. I can see him standing behind her in the hallway mirror with his hands wrapped around her waist. He’d tell her exactly how he wants her hair and clothes kept. But… she’s not allowed to wear underwear, for easy access.

Jesse would sometimes go out for drinks, meaning that a few stray days out of the month he’d come home drunk. There will definitely be nights where Jesse wanders up the stairs looking for his “wife” for a little bit of relief.

A/N: (imma call the reader “you” now for a bit of added spice…)

You’d be asleep and then randomly have the sheets thrown off of your body and feel the weight of Jesse above you. Jesse would press into your shoulders and lay the side of his peacekeeper on your middle of your back and slur out “your gonna be real nice for me or you’re not gonna like what happens next…” You’d hear the buckle to his pants get thrown on the floor. Because he’s still drunk, his movements would be erratic and wild. Your hands would be covering your mouth to suppress any sounds as he’s forcing himself inside you. I can see calling his “wife” a bitch and saying dirty things in her ear that he wouldn’t say when he’s sober. Jesse would then fall asleep on top of you. Due to his time in Blackwatch, he’d be a super light sleeper so it would be best for you to try not to move or make any sounds.

When he’d wake up in the morning, he’d seem like a totally different person. He’d be cheerful but still holding you captive. His demeanor would be less of a killer and more like someone that wants to pretend that what he’s doing is normal. He’d be washing his face in the bathroom the next day like nothing happened the night before.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this!!! And don’t forget that my ask box is open!!!

Don’t worry about answering my ask super fast, I’m just happy that you answered. And I love it super detailed ❤️❤️❤️. Your last answer to my ask was really gooodddd. I liked it a lot. Especially how sadistic that Jesse is. With forcing reader to ask/depend on him on mundane things like using the bathroom and he watches it //////. Like he’s trying to reforce into reader’s head that she nothing without him. Have her become not only physically but mentally dependent on him. He’s so mean, it makes me a sensitive baby wanna cry 😭. So I have a question. How he react to a reader that instead does everything she suppose to do as a “proper wife”, cook, clean, sweet, affectionate, etc. but she’s a sensitive baby and cries (full on crying) to him “to stop being mean to me”, from all the twisted minds games he plays. Would he soften up? Or be completely unfazed?.

Hmm… I really think that Jesse would like someone that puts up a bit of a fight against him. But if the reader is already a sensitive and affectionate person from the beginning, then he would probably be softer on her anyway. She wouldn’t have to deal with him being mean often.

Jesse thinks of himself as helping the reader to “become a proper lady” and “give her life purpose.” When she first moved to the small town, she had no real sense of direction in her life but then Jesse came along and put her into a position that she needed to fill. He needed her to fill.

Their relationship would probably start off rough but slowly become normal…

I’ll make a short story for the ask, but I’ll change the reader’s demeanor to fit the scenario.

You were currently sitting on the floor of your “room”. The soft rays of morning sunshine had just barely began to peek through the bedroom window.

Yesterday, Jesse had made you clean the kitchen as he stood and watched. The day before that, he had given you a recipe to follow. He wanted you to cook dinner for him. Cooking in the kitchen would have been peaceful, but of course, he complained the whole time about how a “normal couple wouldn’t have a husband monitoring his own wife as she cooked.” He kept his peace keeper firm in his hand when you began using a knife to cut the vegetables.

He went on about trust, and how “over time your relationship would strengthen”. You had forced yourself to zone out once you felt his hands creep around your sides as you washed your hands in the kitchen sink.

But today, you’re awake before him. You know it because you haven’t heard his heavy footsteps across the hall making the short trek to your “room” yet.

He hasn’t slept in the same bed as you for a few nights now, and deep down, you hope that he doesn’t. The way that he hungrily grabs at your waist as he sleeps behind you, keeps you awake long after he’s fallen asleep.

There isn’t an alarm clock in the room with you. Jesse had removed it after claiming that you could “possibly hang yourself with the cord attached to it on the door knob.” But you still like to guess what time it is. It feels like five in the morning. But it might also be six. There’s no real way to be certain. At least not anymore.

Pulling you from your thoughts, the sound of Jesse’s footsteps are enough to send you into a paralytic shock. You contemplate if hiding under the covers is enough to make him leave you alone, even for just a few more minutes.

His footsteps draw closer and closer, becoming louder with every waking moment. And then they stop, right outside of your door. The soft beeping sound of a old keypad on the outside of the door echos through the quiet room. Then the lock turns, and Jesse enters.

“Mornin’ sunshine~” Jesse slowly drawls, sleep still obviously present in his voice. He folds his arms and leans the side of his body up against the doorframe as he stares down at your shaken form. Like a tradition, every morning he comes in your room and says good morning. If you decide not to respond or glare at him as he comes in, it predetermines how he’ll treat you for the rest of the day.

Exhaling the breath you didn’t notice you were holding, you weakly muster a response. “Good morning…” You breathe, avoiding eye contact, opting to look at the floor instead.

You watch as Jesse steps out from the doorway, allowing the door to swing and close shut. Your chance of freedom leaves you, again. Your focus shifts back to Jesse as he slowly walks towards the locked bathroom door.

“Can I use the bathroom, please?” You plead. You decide to look away from him when you ask. Saving the last amount of pride you have left.

“Of course, sweetheart” Jesse reply’s cheerfully. As though forcing you to ask to relieve yourself every day is something that brings him joy.

You scramble to stand from the cold floor once you hear him unlock the door. Moving always feels awkward when Jesse’s eyes are watching you. The stress of never making a mistake in his presence is suffocating.

Jesse steps to the side of the doorway to give you enough space to enter the bathroom. His hand is raised over you, hanging on to the top of the doorframe. It always feels like his large form takes up all the space in a room, until there’s no where else for you to go but in a corner. Trapped and afraid.

For a moment, you think to yourself that maybe, just maybe, Jesse would step away. Give you a chance to use the bathroom alone. Treat you like a decent human being for once, but he doesn’t bat an eye as you begin pulling down your pants. He never looks away when you reach for toilet paper and he always seems to pay more attention when you rise from the toilet to pull up your pants. Throughout the entire ordeal, you try your hardest to never look in his direction.

When you’re done getting ready for the day, Jesse then leads you downstairs to the kitchen. You notice how he always has you walk in front of him, never trusting you to be out of his sight.

“I want you to make our breakfast today…” he says while reaching into the refrigerator and pulling out a container of eggs. You watch, attentively, as he sits multiple ingredients onto the counter. Once finished, he quickly walks toward the dining table and drags a chair into the corner of the kitchen, folding his arms as he leans against the wall.

There are enough ingredients to make pancakes, scrambled eggs and sausage, you think to yourself. Grabbing a pan and a stick of butter from the array of ingredients lining the counter, you begin cooking breakfast.

Cooking has been the only thing that Jesse has allowed you to do on your own. It’s the only thing left of your past life. You can’t help but think to yourself that maybe…you can make this new living situation work to your benefit.

Pouring the fresh pancake batter in small circles on the stove, you think about how you don’t have to work a job. Or pay bills or worry about taxes. Jesse handles all of that for you. He keeps a roof over your head. He keeps you clothed and fed. You think of how this new life may get easier for you as time moves on.

Paying full attention to the pancakes cooking on the stove I front of you, you reach for the container of eggs on the other side of the counter.

But it happened so quickly…

How could you have been so clumsy?

You lost your grip on an egg, forced to watch helplessly as it hits the floor behind you. Through the long silence, you hear Jesse click his teeth as he begins to stand from his chair.

Moving closer to your form, he reaches across the stove and turns off the eye you were using. Grabbing the hot pan of pancakes, he removes them from the heat and sits it on an unused eye.

By analyzing Jesse’s harsh movements, you can already tell how angry he is. He doesn’t even have to say anything. All you can do is wait quietly for his next move.

But hadn’t you been good? You’d done everything he has asked of you without putting up a fight. You’ve been a “perfect wife”… just like he wanted. So why, why was he so angry with you all the time?

“I’m sorry” is all you manage to utter. “I didn’t mean to waste an egg, I just, you know, I was so focused on not burning the pancakes that I-

Hastily, you rush to grab some paper towels. “I can clean it up no problem, see?” Bending down to your hands and knees, you start grabbing at the scattered egg shell pieces and the egg yolk.

Tears are flowing out of your eyes endlessly. It makes it hard for you to see, forcing you to scramble across the counter looking for the sink to drop the egg shells in. You haven’t heard Jesse say anything yet, his massive form looming over you as you continue to clean up the mess you’ve made.

This was the first time Jesse had seen you cry. You looked so… eager, to please him. He watched as you tediously scrubbed the floor once again. You feel Jesse’s strong hand grab the underside of your arm and pull you to stand.

“You just made a mess, that’s all… Right?” Jesse reassured. “It can be cleaned up and you can get right back to making breakfast.”

You felt Jesse’s large hand rest against your cheek as he used his thumb to wipe away your tears. He pulled your body into his embrace and kept you in a tight standing hug.

Jesse’s previous irritation had vanished faster than it arrived. You had expected him to berate you about wasting food. Or hit you and drag you back to your room for wasting his hard earned money on an egg you could carelessly drop.

But he didn’t.

PERFECTION

Sweet Like Sugar

Summary: He's a frequent visitor to your pastry shop on Coruscant. He's not just there for your delicious cakes.

Pairing: Jesse x reader

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, innuendos galore, food, oral, Jesse eats pussy like a man starved, definitely an OSHA violation or several

A/N: Umm yeah. You're welcome.

MASTERLIST

You back into the counter behind you, hands gripping the plastoid on his shoulders for support. He’s still in his armor, his helmet deserted somewhere on a table. He tastes like the pastry he’d been eating as you closed the shop, always happy to help you clear leftovers. He doesn’t get many opportunities to eat real food, much less sweets. He devours your mouth like he did the pastries you gave him, his hands trailing down your back until they reach your hips. 

He comes in every time they’re on shore leave. Sometimes he brings others with him, sometimes he comes alone. They’d shown up randomly one day, the first clone troopers to grace your humble little pastry shop. You’ve come to look forward to their visits, sporadic as they are. 

You mostly look forward to seeing Jesse. 

He was not your type, but yet, he managed to charm his way into your heart. Those big expressive eyes, his sweet demeanor, the politeness with which he regarded you. Maybe it was loneliness, or maybe it was the way he looked at you like you were something special. Like you were more than just the pastry shop owner that gave them free pastries when they came to visit. 

It hadn’t taken long for him to start staying as long as he could, and then past closing. He did it to make sure you were safe as you locked up the shop, but you knew he just wanted to spend as much time with you as he could. 

You’re not sure exactly when things had pushed past the physical barrier, but you weren’t complaining. Jesse is more than happy to give, and you were never left unsatisfied. 

His lips leave yours, trailing down your neck. Your head drops back, giving him space to work as he licks and nips at your skin. He claims you always taste sweet, coated in sugar from hours of baking and frosting and drizzling and sprinkling. You think you probably taste like sweat and a hard day’s work. 

His hands move, dexterously untying your apron from the back. He pulls away long enough to toss it on the counter behind you, his mouth returning to your throat, slowly working its way lower. You sigh his name, fingers tracing the plastoid armor covering his body. He’s so big, so broad and thick as he presses against you. What you wouldn’t give to peel the armor off, to see him and feel him as he is. 

He sucks a mark onto your collarbone before he’s pulling away, dropping to his knees in front of you, the plastoid armor clicking against the tile floor. “Need to taste you.” He says, his hands tugging at the waistband of your skirt. 

“Please, Jesse.” You whine, pressing your hips forward into his hands.

He smirks, tugging your skirt down, one hand closing around the back of one knee to help you step out of it. He grips the other knee, pulling your skirt off entirely before tossing it on the counter with your apron. Your underwear is soaked, knowing exactly where this was heading as soon as he snuck behind the counter. He had waited patiently as you’d cleaned up, even sweeping and mopping the floor for you. He was always so sweet, always so helpful. 

He slips your underwear down your legs, tucking them into a pocket on his belt. His hands trace up your legs, squeezing your thighs before he’s pulling them apart, widening your stance. You press back against the counter, hands closing around the edge for support. His hands continue up your thighs until they’re closed around your hips, holding you as he leans forward. 

He trails kisses down your pelvis, pressing a kiss to your clit before he’s closing his lips around it, sucking. You gasp, grip tightening around the counter behind you. He groans, licking a stipe up your slit before he focuses on your clit again, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud. 

Jesse eats pussy like he eats pastries, like he’s trying to devour you to get to the sweet cream inside. 

He sucks on your clit again, your knees buckling at the sensation. You haven’t touched yourself since you saw him last, far too busy to allow yourself such pleasure. You also know it’s not going to be the same. Nothing is ever going to compare to him, to that mouth, those skilled fingers. 

“Kriff, Jesse.” Your hand shoots out, clutching the back of his head. 

“So sweet.” He moans, suckling at your clit. “Just like sugar.” 

Your eyes roll back as he flicks his tongue against your clit, your hips pressing closer to his face. He swirls his tongue around your clit, strong hands holding your hips still as he relentlessly teases your clit, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. 

“Gonna cum,” You gasp, head falling back as he doesn’t let up, closing his lips around your clit as he drives you over the edge. 

He shifts lower, mouth closing around your pussy as he slurps at your release, nose bumping against your clit as he works you through your orgasm. You’re panting, chest heaving as wave after wave of pleasure washes over you until you’re shaking with overstimulation, legs threatening to give out. 

He pulls away, chin shining with your slick as he stares up at you. “So sweet.” He groans, licking his lips, squeezing your hips as you gain control of your legs once more. “Always so sweet for me.” He stands up to his full height, pressing you back against the counter. He leans into your neck, tracing his nose along your skin until he reaches your ear, warm breath fanning over the sensitive skin. “I’m going to take you home, lay you out like a dessert and taste every inch of you. I’m going to devour you until the only thing you can think of is my name and how good I make you feel.” 

You whimper quietly, hands lifting to grip his arms for support as your legs turn to jelly once more. “Is that a promise?” You whisper shakily. 

“Oh, sweet girl.” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “It’s a guarantee.” 

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WIP Snippet

Tbh, I was probably tagged in a couple of WIP games, but bc I've been so busy, I forgot to partake in them. Here's a Jesse snippet bc he's got me in a chokehold.

“Well, everyone here but you seems competent, so I guess we won’t have to worry about you holding my hand, now will we?” You smiled burned sickeningly sweet, and while you were hyper aware of the widened eyes and chuckle-coughs from his brothers, you were more focused on the way his eyes darkened at the insult. Your lips pressed together ever so slightly in triumph at seeing him affected by your words. “Of course, I figure I won’t have to rely too heavily on anyone else either, seeing as I’m fresh out of basic and have years worth of medical training under my belt. So why don’t you just stay in your lane and leave me the hell alone?” You found yourself chest to chest with Jesse, staring up at him with anger written plain on your face. His eyes darkened, and he opened his mouth to shoot a scathing retort your way. “Lieutenant,” Rex barked, sending his Captain glare Jesse’s way. “Our new medic has bigger and better things to do than get in a pissing match with you. She’s going with Kix, and you and I are going to head to my office.” You watched the angry flush crawl up his neck when he broke off his glare toward you. “Yes, sir.”

Whoops, that's a long snippet, but that's ok bc this is gonna be a heccin long fic.

Enjoy, and let me know what you think! :)

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I’ve spent the last 2 hours reading this and omg was the wait so worth it. For a 26,000 word story it went by so fast it felt like I was watching a movie and oh my goodness-

DID I CRY DID I LAUGH DID I GASP AT ALL THOSE AMAZING HEARTWRENCHING SCENES.

I’m not a book critic or a fanfic critic but I’m definitely a writing enjoyer and this has been so amazing, waiting for this to come out has paid off and the author did such an amazing job, the only complaint I have is that I wish it was LONGER because I could not get enough of this story it was so amazing!!!!🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 one of the few Jesse fanfics around , and one of the very best in my opinion 💕💕💕💕 my best friend can vouch for all the voice notes of me crying squealing going ‘what the fuck’ at every twist and turn in the plot !!!! I love this so much I need it imbedded and tattooed onto my brain right now🦔💕💕💕💕💕 thank you so much for sharing your talent with us @ladyanidala your writing is truly amazing ❤️❤️❤️ I aspire to write such an amazing story as you one day🦔💕💕💕

IT'S HERE

IT'S FINALLY HERE

AFTER TWO MONTHS, I'M FREEEEEEEEEEEEE

Lol, my magnum opus is up, go have fun reading!!

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Ok, so you know the scene where it’s meilin vs her mother. Where would the 4*town darlings be during that scene like would they help out Miriam and them or would they be hiding somewhere?

-Hufflepuff anon

A/N: OOU I LIKE THIS!!!! NOW THIS IS SOMETHING I SHOULD'VE THOUGHT OF!! I didn't want to put the whole Panda situation in the fan reader stuff because that was too much typing BUT THIS IDEA IS GOOD!! Instead of doing singular band member, I am just going to do all of them at the same time for the sake of my poor hands. ALSO; Here is the code names for the S/O's: Robaire's S/O-Alpha 1, Jesse's S/O- Omega 3, Tae's S/O-Dove, Aaron Z's S/O-Omega 1, Aaron T's S/O-Alpha 2

TW: NONCONSENSUAL RELATIONSHIP, TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, ATTEMPTED ESCAPE, ABUSIVE RELATIONSHIP, DESCRIPTIVE VIOLENCE

The other S/O's had been in the small cafeteria room with all droopy expressions. Tae's S/O had been crying non-stop; her life was taken from her. Jesse's S/O was anxious due to her having no communication with her daughter; thinking only the worse for her. Aaron Z's S/O was slient while staring blankly into space with her mind racing with a lot of thoughts. An bruise was noticeable on her cheek due to Z's rough abuse. She couldn't function correctly and attempted to move the pain away, already knowing she couldn't.

The other S/O's had been in the small cafeteria room with all droopy expressions. Tae's S/O had been crying non-stop; her life was taken from her. Jesse's S/O was anxious due to her having no communication with her daughter; thinking only the worse for her. Aaron Z's S/O was slient while staring blankly into space with her mind racing with a lot of thoughts. An bruise was noticeable on her cheek due to Z's rough abuse. She couldn't function correctly and attempted to move the pain away, already knowing she couldn't.

T's S/O drinks her beverage quietly; still stunned of the situation. It was Z's S/O who suggests the idea; her slamming her palms on the wooden table that caused everyone to look at her. "I can't live like this! I don't know what the hell we are doing! Look at us! We're over here just sitting and chilling exactly how they want us to! and then get raped later?!" Z's S/O rants while gritting her teeth in the disgusting behavior of those pigs on the stage.

Jesse's S/O instantly agree. Practically jolting out of her seat. "Finally! Someone who speaks english!" Jesse's S/O says while standing up next to Z's S/O. "But even if we wanted to get the hell out of here, We can't. We haven't been here along enough than that girl in the room." T's S/O stated while raising her brow at the two women who was standing. "So, we break her out." Tae's S/O answers simply that cause all females to stop and look at her. "You said she dropped the crowbar, right? Let's go break her out and come up with a plan." Tae's S/O continued while tapping her chin with her index finger.

T's S/O gave it some thought as well. "I suppose she could lead us to a proper escape route." T's S/O pointed out while looking at the standing women. "Plus, those assholes are doing their show." She continued to say while blinking rapidly. "Then what are we waiting for?!" Z's S/O yelled while running out the door with the three girls following. "I'll get the crowbar, meet at the door." T's S/O said to the duo that nodded before departing. T's S/O speed-walked down the hall and took a right. Her expression was full of horrification when she instantly recalls of what happened in the same hallway. She grabbed the crowbar from its place on the floor before running back to the girls.

Robaire's S/O was muffled with tape over her mouth. She kept moving her body to push over the chair to make it break. But the bounds around her body was tight. She felt as if her body was burning due to the restraints being on her body was so unbreakable. What else was she supposed to do? Was she going to be stuck like this forever? Even so; Robaire was going to come back and have his way with her like he always does? The first time they had sex, She passed out. She didn't want to go through that again. Her tears streamed down her tighten cheeks while looking down at the ground with a blur. She then heard thumping on wooden door.

Z's S/O was slamming the crowbar on the door with her frustration getting the best of her. Soon; When the door was weak enough, she kicked it down with her foot. "Are you okay?" T's S/O asked while running over to the crying detained girl. T's S/O slowly ripped the tape from her mouth while Tae's S/O was untying the restraints. Jesse's S/O had been on lookout for security guards. "What do you think we should do? You've been here longer." Z's S/O said while taking off her sandals. Robaire's S/O had stood up before panting breathlessly. "The East hallway has an exit leading to the end of Sky Dome; We are going to need to push through the crowd." Robaire's S/O stated simply while cracking her sore knuckles.

Soon T's S/O had gasped while shaking in her boots to contain excitement. "We should have codenames!" She squeals while earning groans from the rest; Z's S/O had approached her. "This is not a movie or spy mission! This is a life or death situation!" Z's S/O scolded while putting her hands on her hips in disapproval. "And plus even if we did want codenames, We don't have any line of communication; They took our phones." Tae's S/O pointed out and looked slightly afraid already knowing her mother could be getting worried sick. "Not all!" T's S/O said while letting out a huge smile that caused the girls to be confused.

T's S/O approached her backpack on the floor and grabbed five walkie talkies. "And You just always keep these on you?" Robaire's S/O asked while taking one. "Now! Code names." T's S/O says while pointing at Robaire's S/O. "You're Alpha 1!" T's S/O said while soon pointing at Jesse's S/O. "You'll be Omega 3!" T's S/O said while pointing at Tae's S/O who was shaking. "You'll be Dove." T's S/O sputtered while pointing at Z's S/O who was crossing her arms. "You'll be Omega 1." She said while soon pointing at herself. "I'll be Alpha 2." She stated while letting out a giggle. "Hey! How come I got Omega and You got Alpha?" Z's S/O argued that allowed the girls to chuckle.

Robaire's S/O looked out the doorway before closing the door. "We need disguises. I think they could recognize us in an instant." She stated while earning agreements from the girls. All snuck on wigs and oversized hoodies. They walk out the doorway and soon sprinted to the east hallway with Alpha 1 leading the group. Soon they all heard commotion from outside. Once; stepped into the sky dome; They saw a large, red panda with angered fiery eyes. "What the hell is that?" Omega 1 said while Dove looked up at it with fascination. "Forget that! Look." Alpha 2 said while pointing at the stage. All girls let out giggles and loud laughter at the sight of their kidnappers dangling from the stage with frightened faces. After their laughing session; they ran over to the crowd who were quivering back in fear.

The S/O's managed to get passed the crowd until Alpha 2 noticed familiar students that ran up to her. "It's Mei!" Miriam yelled while pointing at the smaller sized red panda. "We just need to have faith in her, Miriam." Alpha 2 said while caressing the students cheek before disappearing in the crowd. "There! Up ahead is motor-bikes!" Alpha 1 yelled while Dove had looked fright-end as they all came to a stop. "I-I don't know. Maybe we should walk?" Dove says while twiddling her thumbs. Omega 3 came up and pushed her on the same bike. "Get your scary ass on this fucking bike!" Omega 3 commands while kick starting the engine. Alpha 1 was riding alone while Omega 3 and Dove were riding together, and Omega 2 and Alpha 2 were riding together.

All departing into following Alpha 1 who turned a tight corner. All eyes were up in amazement when 4*Town had been back up and singing Nobody like U, during some ancient ritual. All girls were in the clear before hearing mic feedback. "LOOK, YOU FUCKS!" Tae Young yells while pointing at the S/O's who looked shaken under the gazes. Aaron Z was the first to jump down from the broken stage and ran over to the car with Robaire following him then soon all of the members. "Way to blow our cover, ALPHA 1!" Omega 2 cursed at Alpha 1 who looked back at her with a glare. "Drive!" Alpha 1 commanded while everyone instant followed.

Behind them was three Chevrolet Camaro SS 35th Anniversary Edition's with a color scheme of orange and white. "Guys!" Alpha 2 yelled while looking behind. "Do something useful and distract them!" Omega 2 yelled at Alpha 2 who just scoffed while searching in her bag. Omega 3 looked incredibly serious while drivng; speeding up that caused Dove to grip her waist tightly in the fear of falling off. "Aha!" Alpha 2 yelled while throwing a soda can at the car which instantly fell off. "That's the best you can do?" Dove yelled while looking annoyed. Alpha 2 shrugged. "Omega 3 and Dove; go right, Alpha 2, Alpha 1 and Omega 2 will go left." Alpha 1 commanded while everyone soon departed. The two cars were separated. "There's no way we can outrun them." Alpha 2 muttered while standing up on the bike while wobbling.

Omega 2 noticed this and gritted her teeth. "The fuck are you doing? Sit the hell down!" Omega 2 yelled and soon Alpha 2 just gave her a smile while tears running down her cheeks. She jumped. Leaped into the air and landed on the grass with a harsh hit. One of the cars pulled over while the other one continued to follow. Alpha 1's tears were showable to Omega 2 who just furrowed her brow to contain her anger. "Let's dance, you son of a bitch!" Omega 2 yelled while catching up to Alpha 1 while the car followed closely behind.

The wind blew crazily in their clothes and hair. Omega 3 had been gravely pissed. "I got a kid I gotta take care of," Omega 3 said while tears streamed down her cheeks. "You're a good mother." Dove pointed out with a small smile. "But I don't think we ca-" Omega 3 said before looking at a dead end. Gritting her teeth and cursing under her breath, she gets off the bike before grabbing her taser tightly while Dove put her fists up. Jesse got out of the driver seat while Tae Young got out the back. "Stop, You know your not going to use it." Jesse stated simply while is narrowed eyes had been looking deeply in Omega 3's eyes. Dove's facial expression practically dropped when Omega 3 dropped the taser. She was complying? After everything!

Dove looked over at her. "What are you doing?!" She practically exclaimed with a shocked expression. "There will be no future if we keep running!" Omega 3 says while her tears streamed down her cheeks. Dove gritted her teeth while her shoulders slumped as the two blondes approached. "You're wrong." Dove said while backing into the corner. Then out of no where, both men were on the ground while screaming in agony. Both of the S/O's looked up to see Alpha 1 with a disgusted expression. "How did you both escape Robaire and Aaron Z?" Dove asked while Omega 3 approached Alpha 1 and Omega 2. "Took you both long enough." Omega 3 stated while crossing her arms. "Well, we got tired of waiting for you two to escape on your own." Alpha 1 replied with a slight smirk. "Lets go!" Omega 2 yelled while each S/O got on the bike and drove off.

Alpha 2 had panted while running from T who was hot on her tail. Yet he could catch up due to her having a headstart. She looked back one more time to see Aaron T slowing down and soon Alpha 2 was tackled to the ground by Aaron Z who just brushed his clothing off. Alpha 2 turned her back to see the three towering males with scary expressions. "Tell us where they are and no one will get hurt." Robaire said while Aaron T had Alpha 2 in a strong hug. "I missed you so much, my little nugget! Are you hurt?" Aaron T exclaimed while scanning her muddy face. "But its only fair that my friends get their wives also. Just say where they are and you won't be punished. Much." Aaron T said while letting out hysteric laughter at Alpha 2's frightened face

In the end; The S/O's did ended up get caught. All wished that the outcome to end a bit more better yet it didn't. All were punished and bred. It was no use to escape the flawless singers wrath.

The outside world will never know the pain that the boy band caused for their own sadistic pleasure.

credz to @/tonystarksproperty

Okay, this is actually my first one shot I make in English, so, please, tell me of something is bad

Warnings: none, just to much fluff and maybe a little cringe (sorry)

Summary: you and Robaire are dating and he takes you to a date

Other things: I'm using the traductor for the French things, I don't know nothing about French- sorry, and the drink I prefer to put a cappuccino, but you can prefer another thing, and you don't speak French but can understand it ;)

Pet names: mon amour, love and maybe babe

— Rob, ¿where are we going? — you asked while you hold his hand which was a lot bigger than yours

— You'll see mon amour, I think you will love it — He brings your hand to his lips leaving a kiss in your knuckles

You keep walking with him through the streets until a traffic light goes green forcing the two of you to stop, the timer saying 66 seconds which gives you the pleasant opportunity to rest your head on his shoulder

— ¿quelque chose ne va pas mon amour? — (¿something wrong my love?) He ask while he looks at you with loving eyes

— Nothing... I'm enjoying the moment with you, I can't be like this all the time with you, with your tour's, practice, recording, but, that makes moment's like this more special — you say while looking at him, he leans a little to give you a little kiss on the lips

— your the best ¿you know that? — he whispers on your ear with his deep voice making you giggle

— Yeah, I know, because you deserve the best — you give him a peck on the lips and the traffic light goes on red so you keep walking

The two of you keep walking a couple of minutes and he stops on a French cafe

— Here we are mon amour, ladies first — he opens the door for you

— thank you love — you walk through the door and the smell of fresh coffee goes directly to your nose

— Wow... in here smells amazing — you say turning around to see robaire, who was smiling to you and taking you hand again intertwining your fingers with him going to a table on he window

— Salut, qu'est-ce que je peux t'offrir aujourd'hui ? — (hi ¿what do i can get you today?) The waitress tell us

— salut, je vais prendre un café au lait, et ils aimeraient un cappuccino avec de la crème supplémentaire — (hi, i'm going to have a latte, and they would like a cappuccino with extra cream) he says with a smile which it melt your heart

— d'accord, je serai là en un rien de temps avec vos boissons — (alright i'll be there in no time with your drinks) the girl says leaving

— how do you know I like the cappuccino with extra cream? — you asked him and one more time he kisses you knuckles and this time making you blush

— mon amour, I always listen to you, even if is the most ridiculous thing — he tells you with loving eyes and husky voice

You never get enough of this man.

Omg- I feel this is horrible, please tell me if this is okay, and the gif and photo are not mine, I give the credits to their owner ^^ okay, now bye! Tell me if you want to see more of this