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Tantrums - Lewis Hamilton x Reader
Summary: After 10 years together, Lewis keeps pushing back the date on when âforeverâ can start. Realising that forever applies to her job and not their relationship, she makes it clear that sheâs had enough.Â
Warnings: slight age gap, reader is 32. angst, heavy on the angst.Â
Requested: @madelynn-sienna (sorry it took so long. i didnât think i was gonna do it ngl to you because i donât really write for lewis)
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yn_ln when he feels bad that heâs on the other side of the world for your birthdayÂ
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lewishamilton happy birthday, love. iâm so sorry iâm in australia and not with you but i promise i will make it up to you when iâm home. roscoe promised me heâd spend the day spoiling youÂ
â roscoelovescoco yes iâs didâsÂ
user1 oh to be loved the way yn is loved by lewisÂ
user2 no one makes me feel as single as lewis and yn doÂ
carmenmmundt @/georgerussell63 take notes
â yn_ln you tell him, hun
â georgerussell63 i buy you flowers all the time!Â
f1 weâre sorry that a race fell on your birthday. weâll ask the fia to fix the calendar next year so this doesnât happen again
mercedesamgf1 weâd give him back if we could. happy birthday, yn
georgerussell63 hang on a second. youâve not left us yet. thatâs not the right car
â charles_leclerc thatâs the perfect carÂ
â yn_ln i didnât buy the car. i just jumped behind the wheel
user3 not me hoping sheâd be getting a ring for her birthdayÂ
â user4 weâve been waiting for this for the past 8 birthdays
â user5 itâs been 10 years. we were expecting two rings and a few kids by now
â user6 i mean, he just bought her a sports car. not very kid friendlyÂ
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lewishamilton happy 10 years to the love of my life. every moment with you is an adventure i never want to end
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yn_ln forever with you â€ïž mainly because i canât be bothered to train some new guy to photos that good of me
mercedesamgf1 canât believe itâs been 10 years already. it feels like only yesterday yn was making her paddock debut. hereâs to another 10Â
â user7 not mercedes commenting like theyâre a part of this relationshipÂ
â user8 well heâs been with yn almost as long as heâs been with mercedes so they practically are at this pointÂ
user9 my favourite f1 couple
user10 i love their rich money vibes
roscoelovescoco happyâs anniversaryâs mum andâs dadÂ
â yn_ln my precious boyÂ
â user11 now she needs a real babyÂ
danielriccairdo i canât believe sheâs managed to put up with you for ten years đ huge love to you both
â yn_ln ngl, itâs been tough
â lewishamilton iâm taking the ferrari backÂ
user12 wedding and baby when?Â
georgerussell63 happy 10 year anniversary. yn is my favourite part of you being my teammateÂ
â carmenmmundt can we keep her when you go to ferrari?
â charles_leclerc no. itâs my turn nowÂ
â lewishamilton i think youâre all forgetting that sheâs mineÂ
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mercedesamgf1 GET IN THERE, LEWIS đđ„ LEWIS HAMILTON IS YOUR BRITISH GRAND PRIX WINNERÂ
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yn_ln my love. i honestly have not stopped crying since you crossed that line. iâm so proud of you. you deserved this and proved to everyone why youâre a motorsport legend
â lewishamilton couldn't do it without your support đ©·
â mercedesamgf1 itâs true. the mechanics were uncomfortable when they realised they couldn't just keep giving her tissues
georgerussell63 you deserve it, mate
valterribottas well done champ
user1 canât believe he won silverstone the same weekend he celebrated 10 years with ynÂ
â user2 sheâs always been his good luck charm. he performs so well when sheâs watching
â user3 theyâre the dream team togetherÂ
user4 the fact that yn is the only one he responded to
user5 sheâs getting it good tonight
skysportsf1 posted a new interview
user6 oh no, lewisâŠ
user7 lewis, she was asking what was next for you and yn, relationship wise
user8 oh, thatâs not quite
user9 i hope yn doesnât see this otherwise i fear lewis might be in the doghouse tonightÂ
â user10 i hope she does see it so that she knows heâs not thinking of her future in the same wayÂ
user11 i always thought lewis loved yn as much as yn loved lewis but now iâm not sure
user12 itâs the fact that the poor interviewer looked upset at his answer as well. like she hoped for better
â user13 we all hoped for betterÂ
user14 itâs the fact that sheâs always talked about wanting kids and getting married but has always said theyâre waiting until lewis is ready
â user15 the fact that every year passes and he never indicates that heâs ready for any of it thoughÂ
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user1 lewis still follows yn
â user2 and still has all of his photos up, including their anniversary postÂ
â user1 iâm hoping this means heâs in denial and is still trying to win her back
user3 i canât believe this is real. she went all the way back and deleted everything related to him in 10 years. even edited posts to delete slides he was in
â user4 dedicated queen
user5 just fell to my knees in walmart
user6 iâm devastated but i also hope this means she finds a man who will be prepared to give her the life she wantsÂ
â user7 well, more fool her for staying this long
â user6 not really. ever think she wanted those things because she wanted them with lewis
â user8 donât break my heart like this please Â
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user9 okay but your pen was on fire when you wrote thatÂ
user10 he literally had the best weekend of his life with a 10yr anniversary, winning silverstone and then clearly messed it all up somehow in the endÂ
user11 if sir lewis hamilton canât even do right, what hope do the rest of us have in finding a decent man
â user12 no because they looked just as in love as they did 10 years ago and he still fumbled
user13 i saw rumours it was because he gave her an ultimatum and she didnât take the path he wantedÂ
â user14 what do you mean?
â user13 apparently âclose sourcesâ said that he told her if she wanted kids, she couldn't have him and so she leftÂ
â user14 wtf!!! good on her for dumping his ass
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calvinklein @/yn_ln is stunning in calvin klein underwear. shop the collection nowÂ
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yn_ln oh okay. i look gooooodÂ
â alexandrasaintmleux i would let you take me home
â carmenmmundt me too
â georgerussell63 excuse me, i donât agree with this
user1 aha, nico we see youÂ
â user2 and fernando
landonorris oh so he fumbled badÂ
â oscarpiastri theyâre going to take your social media off you again
user3 is this her version of a revenge dress?
â user4 more like undress
user5 not sure why you wouldnât want to marry and give a baby to a woman like thatÂ
â user6 okay, ew
user7 can we appreciate how sheâs handled this with class. instead of speaking out against lewis, sheâs been booked and busy and flitting about europe on modelling jobsÂ
â user8 just further proof that he managed to lose the best woman everÂ
roscoelovescoco youâs lookâs nice, mum
â user9 i know lewis hires someone to run this account but what are the odds that heâs actually behind it now so he can stalk ynÂ
yn_ln please can we all focus on the clothes and support how hot i look by buying some!Â
â danielricciardo donât even have tits but you convinced me to buy a bra
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lewishamilton mixed feelings about today. obviously happy for a win but very disappointing for george and the team missing out on a 1-2
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georgerussell63 we put up a good fight today
user1 not really a deserved win though, is it
user2 you fumbled yn and now youâre fumbling wins. you only got this because merc screwed over georgeÂ
roscoelovescoco wellâs doneâs dad
user3 see what happens when you play a good woman, you get a dirty win
user4 man needs to act his age. canât believe at the grand age of 39, he strung along a girl who loved him more than anything for 10 years
â user5 destroyed my faith in men for realÂ
user6 robbed a win from george like you robbed 10 years from ynÂ
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Buttercup
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From me: I love a knight in shining armor moment. Grumpy sunshine, black cat and golden retriever kind of vibe. There are definitely some details missing on purpose here. Best of luck. Hope you like it đ Sorry for the delay in posting. What a week.
Warnings: dick ex-bf - cheating, emotional trauma, threatening. Angry Harry, neighbor Harry, some mentions of sex, a good bit of angst, and some fluff.
Summary: Harry's new neighbor is fun to prank. She just wants to tend to her garden and enjoy her chocolate in peace.
But it's... comforting to know Harry is right next door.
The boys that lived next door werenât too loud, werenât super messy, and they were easy on the eyes.
But that was the furthest she could compliment them.
Well, Louis was really lovely overall. He had a girlfriend that came by frequently (almost daily) and appeared to keep him in check. But there was no one to keep Harry in check. He walked around his yard in his boxers, got the mail in them even, and both greeted his sexual partner(s) then sent her on her way off his property the following morning in nothing but boxers as well.
All with a smug smile in her direction while he wore nothing but underwear and the ink etched on his unbelievably smooth skin.
Stupid hot people.
Regardless of what he was doing, he was always sure to irritate her if she was outside. âHi Buttercup,â he cooed like they were old friends while she worked in her garden. It was clearly her favorite part of the house. It desperately needed a new coat of paint, and she didnât care in the slightest. The flowers were more important, and she did a good job. Clearing the flowerbeds happened before all her boxes were officially inside her house.
She thought about the day she arrived.
When she moved in, she took a deep breath, pulled her hair into a ponytail and tugged it through the back of a baseball cap. One by one, she pulled a box out of her car and brought it inside. A storage pod was dropped in the driveway as well and then she began the same process after taking a short break while she looked at what she needed to do first. She leaned against her car and felt anxiety and a serious case of being overwhelmed start to fill her chest. She took deep breaths hoping the sugar she ingested would help ease her worried mind.
âHey, neighbor!â She turned to the voice where a guy with brown hair and blue eyes smiled brightly at her. âIâm Louis, welcome to our neighborhood. Itâs nice to meet you. Need help?â
She shook her head quickly. Almost defensive as she aimed to protect herself. âNo, Iâm alright, thank you.â
Louis glanced at her storage pod and tilted his head at her curiously. It was a lot to unpack on her own.
Metaphorically and literally.
âYouâre sure?â He asked. âMy roommate saw you from the window. Thought you were... well, not struggling... But itâs a lot to move for anyone. Heâs changing, heâll be right out to help too,â he explained and rubbed the back of his head. âMy girlfriend was on the phone and overheard Harry, and she insisted as well.â
She thought that he was nice. A friendly neighbor if there ever was one. But the wall of anxiety she put up and the nerve she was feigning to keep up was battling something fierce. âRight,â she cleared her throat. She would need an ally. There was no one in this new town for her and Louis seemed nice.
Levi seemed nice too... she thought.
Shaking her head she tried to rid herself of the negative outlook. Louis wasnât Levi. âThat... thatâs really nice. Thank you. If youâre sure.â
Louisâ best friend and roommate Harry soon joined them. Introduced himself and she sincerely thought they were just two nice guys who would be decent neighbors.
The second they dropped the first load of her stuff safely inside Harry began his pranks. âIs this box labeled underwear up for grabs?â
There was no box labeled underwear. She knew that. But it still made her cheeks burn with embarrassment even though Louis rolled his eyes as if was used to it. Which she supposed he was. âChrist, Harry,â Louis sighed and pinched between his eyes. âIâm sorry, love. We donât let him out of the house much.â
She looked at him with an eye roll. He was cute. She would give him that.
Well, hot.
Enticing green eyes, sinewy muscles, and a smile so bright it could put the sun to shame. He knew he was hot. There was no way he didnât. But she wasnât going to let him get to her.
âWhere are yâmoving from?â Harry asked.
âUh...â she shook her head trying to remember what lie she was supposed to say. But then went with most of the truth. âJust upstate, a few hours away. I got a new job and whatnot.â
âNew modeling job?â
âBoo...â Louis droned, grumbling as he moved boxes labeled kitchen into the correct room. âIf youâre going to embarrass yourself, you could use better material.â
âThis is mâbest material, Lou,â he scowled at his friend. Her cheeks were still burning at his shameless flirting.
âI know heâs obnoxious, but heâs harmless,â Louis rolled his eyes.
âExcuse you, Louis. Mânot obnoxious.â
âThe shit you say,â he shook his head.
âI jusâ think youâre gorgeous,â his eyelashes did all the flirting for him when his words stopped.
But whether Harry was flirting or not, she didnât want to flirt with her neighbor. Didnât want to have a boyfriend. Certainly not one with all the charisma he had around her.
Even if he was flirty and charming.
And hot.
There was no denying how hot Harry was.
So she would have to be careful.
*
âLooking good, Buttercup.â
She glared at the tulip bulbs she was planting in front of her door for the spring. She adjusted the planters of mums placed on the porch steps. A variety of gold, orange, brown and red. Perfect for fall and the idyllic picture for a magazine cover. There were pumpkins on the side of the bottom step greeting anyone at her home with the pretty festive colors. A cute scarecrow was staked among fake corn stalks and hay beside the pumpkins.
It was unseasonably warm for November but for the last two months, and even though Harry drove her crazy, she wanted to be outside enjoying the sunshine and fresh air while she could. She had listened to Harryâs flirting with her since the moment she moved in. He was blatant about it. But in the same timeframe, she watched him with women coming and going. Of course, it didnât bother her one bit who he spent his time with; that was his choice, and he had no obligation to her or the women he took home as long as he wasnât a complete douchebag to them.
But Harry always seemed to be there. He was there when she got her mail. There when she got home from work. There when she was going to work. It didnât matter. Didnât he have to work? âAre businesses too intelligent to hire you?â
âNo?â He chuckled phrasing it as a question.
âJust assumed, since youâre never at work.â
He snorted. âFunny.â She continued tending to her flowers. âI work from home.â
Perfect. So he would continue to always be there. Some people had all the luck.
He wasnât in his boxers for a change. An interesting change of pace. He was in a pair of plain jogging pants and a plain T-shirt, yet he was the one that looked like a model for Nike.
Men had it so easy being attractive. A pair of workout pants and a T-shirt that outlined his pectorals way too tightly was all it took to get her flustered.
He sat beside her and watched her work. âYâshould do our garden, next Buttercup. Looks so nice the way yâput everything together.â
She paused and stared at him. His eyes roamed her little planters and across the weedless yard. He smiled at her as his gaze returned to hers. âYouâre making fun of me,â she scowled.
âKitten,â he pressed a hand over his heart, looking affronted. âI would never make fun of you.â
She looked back at the dirt that was under her nails. She focused on the feeling of it rather than the feeling of dread she felt around Harry. He was so confident in himself and in everything he did. It was annoying. His stupid green eyes and his dumb smile. She couldnât fall for it again. No matter how sincere he sounded.
âYâlook really pretty in yâgarden,â his voice was gentle. Like he was worried she was going to throw something at him. She had considered it. Her trowel seemed like it could do some damage. But she was trying not to be completely ridiculous just because Harry was a pain.
And sickening.
And irritating.
And cute.
Fortunately, she had a list of things to remind herself of that he was a nuisance. Not to mention there were his pranks that made her crazy.
He sprayed her with the hose when she wasnât looking. Sent mail to her house for porn addiction making the mailman look at her with a smirk before she screamed at Harry (which didnât help the look the mailman was giving her). At the beginning of October, he put a Halloween mask outside her window to scare her when she woke up so terrifyingly that Louis and Eleanor rushed over in their pajamas. While nothing was irreparable or worth putting her into therapy, the jokes made her mad because Harry always made her mad. He was too good looking and too there all the time.
Instead, she continued weeding and planting. Making the previously bare flower beds green and brown with freshly overturned dirt. It was calming. Being in the garden, the yard. Dirt on her hands and the sun on her back.
âCat got your tongue, Buttercup?â He joked.
âI have nothing to say to you.â
âThe more yâignore me, kitten, jusâ makes me want yâmore.â
âI wouldnât touch you with a ten-foot pole.â
âUgh, will you marry me?â
âYouâre so ridiculous, Harry.â
âGod, yâdrive me wild.â
She continued digging in the dirt. âIf youâre going to sit there and be annoying, can you at least be useful and hand me the watering can?â
Harry silently grabbed the can and poured the water into the hole, watching her carefully. âI used tâgarden with mâMum.â
âYou didnât just spawn from the ground climbing out of hell?â
Harry chuckled quietly. âNo, mâmumâs a saint,â he said with a smile. The fondness in his voice and reverence for her made her heart skip a beat. He was so annoying but that was undoubtedly beyond sweet. Even if it was Harry saying it.
âSorry, I didnât mean to insult your mother.â
âYâdidnât. I know what yâmeant,â he chuckled. âMum would like you,â he told her. Which absolutely terrified her because mothers often did. It made things more complicated. Like it had in the past.
âShe would like me? Iâm an absolute bitch to you, Harry.â
âHey,â he frowned. âDonât say that,â the sincerity in his voice continued making her throat catch on any rebuttal she wanted to say in return. The pucker of skin between his eyebrows made her want to reach out and smooth his skin. His frown made her sad too. Before she could push the feeling away, he spoke again. âYouâre funny. Stubborn. Adorable. Mum would like that yâkeep me grounded,â he complimented.
âKeeping you grounded is the nice way of saying bitchy.â
He sighed, irritation practically rolling off him in waves. That was new. âSeriously, kitten. Knock it off,â he shook his head disappointedly.
She blinked, surprised by the genuine tone. âYouâre serious?â
âJusâ because yâsay it âbout yourself doesnât make it better.â
For a whole minute she seriously thought about how easy it would be to fall for Harry. He was handsome, intelligent, kind, and funny. Even if he was obnoxious. Louis and Eleanor kept him around for a reason, right? For Godâs sake he wouldnât let her call herself a bitch. Who did that?! âUm... sorry?â
âApology not accepted. Youâll have tâgo on a date with me. Sâthe only way tâmake it up tâme.â
She rolled her eyes and turned back to the bulbs she was planting. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âAlright fine; Iâll jusâ have tâthink of something else,â he sighed, pausing, like he was really thinking about how she could make it up to him.
Then he smeared a clod of cold, wet dirt across her cheek.
She spluttered trying to avoid dirt in her mouth and reached out to smack him. However, he was nearly giggling, practically running back to his house before she could register what really happened and retaliate. âSee yâlater, Buttercup!â He called.
*
One of Harryâs ongoing pranks involved slipping his phone number into her contacts early on when he met her. It happened shortly after she moved in, and it allowed him to send her memes and inappropriate messages (not the kind of unsolicited messages that only complete dicks sent to women who did not want them) but the ones that he found on the internet. Inappropriate jokes. Innuendos.
But he also texted her when he was heading to the grocery store to see if she needed anything. But in the time that they exchanged messages, she never started the conversations. It was always a Leave me alone Harry. No thank you. Can you stop staring out the window like a creep? If she needed something she asked Louis, which honestly upset him to a degree, but he understood. Harry came on strong when he met her. Not that he would change that, but it wasnât unreasonable of her to feel standoffish to him.
God, was she beautiful. Harry loved seeing her in the yard. Made it a point to drop everything he was doing and go get a closer look. He was drawn to her. Moth to a flame. The whole bit. She was so funny, even when she was grumpy. He wasnât joking when he told her that her ignoring him made him want her more.
She was a hard worker and left early in the morning and returned well into dinner time. While the weather was nice, she would sit on her porch and read or work tirelessly on her perfect garden. She was lovely. Harry could see it from afar and he was bummed she didnât catch on to his shameless flirting the way he had hoped when he first saw her.
One of these days Iâd like you to text me instead of Louis when you need something. Louis already has a girlfriend.
From the looks of it you have PLENTY of options for a girlfriend.
Jealous?
Of getting a disease? No. Iâm good.
Your green thumb is spreading, Buttercup. Itâs not your color.
You can ignore me all you want. Just think about it. It doesnât have to be a thing. I just want you to know Iâm happy to help you if you need it. Not just Louis.
Also, Iâm clean in case you ever want to explore that side of things too đ
Surprisingly, she ignored that message too.
*
Harry felt like he was going through withdrawals from her. He hadnât even seen her in the yard. Between the rain and their work schedules, it was like he couldnât get a glimpse of her pretty being tending to the weeds, reading her book, or anything. His joke asking her what she plays with at night that also vibrates went unanswered.
Maybe he should have stopped sending her inappropriate jokes, but the fact she hadnât blocked him gave him the shred of hope he desperately wanted. Maybe if she had blocked him it would get through his head that she was out of his league, and she wasnât interested.
Iâm heading home to shower, change, and then Iâll come grab you. It was Niall though, and not her reply to his joke.
Harry put cologne on and settled in the living room quietly scrolling through his social media looking at the time stamp from his message, almost a whole day ago. Frowning, he returned to scrolling and waiting for Niall. Not thinking much of anything of merit as he did.
But then that little notification slid from the top of his phone making his heart bounce with excitement.
Harry, are you home?
Is it finally happening?! đ
There was no response and Harry thought he ruined their moment. Even if he believed her when she said they would never sleep together, he was glad she was talking to him. He was worried his latest prank had gone too far.
Harryâs car was in the garage, and he had almost every light off since he was leaving soon, so it was a fair question since she couldnât see the back of his house where he was hiding in his room.
I was kidding, Buttercup. Iâm home. You could have just come over to ask though.
There was still no response, but he kept his phone in hand waiting and holding his breath. Hoping something would come through from her again.
Pick some flowers from my yard.
Come knock on the door like weâre supposed to be going on a date.
Please.
And hurry.
Please.
What?
...?
Kitten...whatâs wrong?
He tried calling her immediately, but it went right to voicemail, like she had turned her phone off after sending her last message.
What the hell. Why arenât you answering your phone?
This isnât funny, Buttercup...
Youâre making me nervous.
If this was a retaliation prank it went way too far. Way further than putting the mini popping firecrackers under her tires before she left for work. The very one that got her so mad, he thought she was going to call the cops finally. The one that made her ignore him for days on end despite the messages he sent.
But this wasnât funny. Not even a little. Her safety and security werenât things Harry liked to joke about because despite everything, he was possessive about her. And frankly, he adored her. Even if she wasnât his to obsess over nor adore.
But he wasnât going to ignore her any longer than he had to. He nearly sprinted out the door, swiping randomly at her pretty flowers and feeling horrible that he was pulling her precious plants after all the hard work she put into them. It seemed silly to spend time doing this, but he didnât want to fuck up what she asked him to do. Not when her messages seemed so worrisome. Not when she didnât answer. With a fresh bouquet in hand, he hurried to the front door. Fortunately, he was dressed for a night out. Niall would be on his way to pick him up; so, he was, in theory, date ready. But the thought of being with Niall and not home when she needed him terrified him further. Thank God he was home.
Harry had no idea what was on the other side of her door, but it was embarrassingly late in the moment that he realized there was a car in the driveway he hadnât seen before. At once he realized she never had company. Which only made him even more anxious.
Swallowing, he knocked firmly.
The door flew open within ten seconds of his knock. The relief in her eyes made Harry feel sick. What was she so nervous about? What could make her that nervous, that seeing him made her at ease? She was constantly irritated by his presence. The moment only made him feel worse. âHarry, right on time,â she smiled sweetly. She was a good actress. If she hadnât texted Harry so urgently, he wouldnât be looking for signs of trouble, wouldnât see the relief in her eyes, and he would have no idea that something was wrong.
âHi kitten, donât yâlook beautiful,â he cooed leaning down to press a kiss to her cheekbone as if he had done it a thousand times before. Gratefully, he had imagined it about a thousand times, so it probably looked as natural as it felt. Plus, she was beautiful. Always. The acting came naturally to him as well. His arm wrapped around her waist in the same movement instinctively. His eyes fell to the man standing a few feet back watching her like a hawk. His gaze was territorial and possessive; Harry didnât care for that at all. Even if she wasnât Harryâs, she definitely wasnât his either.
But Harry was possessive, and he was there because she asked him to be there. Something he got the feeling the other man did not have permission for. He knew he shouldnât have felt possessive of her, but he would pretend all the same if it meant the worry in her eyes would go away.
He handed her the bouquet he plucked only moments before and threaded their fingers together; another movement that felt like he had done before and not for the very first time that second. âLetâs get a vase,â he suggested and kept his eyes on him. It wasnât lost on him how easily her fingers fit between his, the way their palms touched, or how her grip tightened ever so slightly when she settled her grip in his. âHey,â he nodded his head in greeting.
The guy ignored Harry. His eyes glaring at the pretty girl beside him. âYouâre seriously telling me youâve been dating this guy since the moment you moved in?â
Her cheeks burned red, and Harry kissed the top of her head tucking her toward his chest protectively. Harry didnât care for it at all. If the anxiety in her texts, expressions, and body language wasnât enough evidence, then the way she leaned further into his chest despite everything and how annoyed she was by him, certainly was. âMâHarry,â his voice was firm. Pointed. âAnd you are?â
He grunted, shook his head. âThe fuck, babe?â He snapped. She didnât respond, simply glanced up to meet Harryâs gaze. She blinked unsurely at Harry, unable to find her next move. Harry nudged her gently toward the kitchen.
âDo yâhave a name or what?â Harry grumbled over his shoulder as he made a show of caressing her while she found a vase. Her hands were shaking slightly as she placed the vase in the sink. Fortunately, Harry saw it immediately and tugged the glass from her grip, pulling her hand back in his. Even if it was impractical and stupid looking while he placed the vase with one hand in her sink to finish what she was doing.
âLevi,â he snapped. âWe apparently used to date.â
Harry felt her body deflate. He wondered why. Was it the prospect of dating this asshole? Was it the phrase used to? What happened before he got here?
âWell, Levi, glad weâre on the same page and youâre using the past tense. Mâhere tâtake my girlfriend on a date,â he pressed his body around hers, bracketing her body against the sink. She kept her eyes down, away from Leviâs gaze. Her body felt so warm against his it made him wish this wasnât for show. Instead, he bent down to kiss the crook of her neck and shoulder hoping she wouldnât hate him later over it.
He was really into pretending. She squeezed his hands that were wrapped around hers against the edge of counter. Was that a thanks? Was that a sigh he imagined when he kissed her skin? God, she smelled good.
âMânot sure exactly whatâs going on here, but mâgetting a good sense that she doesnât want yâhere. So maybe sâa good time tâgo before I have tâescort yâout of the house.â
He snorted and shook his head. He glared at Harry as he spoke, but her eyes were still cast down toward the sink. âI donât know what the fuck youâre playing at, babe. You can try and fool me all you want. But Iâm not stupid. Iâll come back when your boyfriend isnât around,â he left the kitchen and slammed her front door shut as he exited. Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Begrudgingly, he left her by the sink and went to the front door, peering out the small window right next to the frame. He watched while Levi pulled out of her driveway and down the road. Harry stood and watched, waiting for the sound of his car to completely disappear before he felt he wasnât coming back any time soon. Harry locked her deadbolt.
âWho was thatââ He started as he turned back for the kitchen, but his heart practically broke at the sight of his stubborn, fearless, and utterly pretty neighbor teary eyed and shaken to the core. She left the kitchen near silently it seemed but stopped in the hall right before the entryway of the front door. He didnât even hear her approach. âHey,â he cooed coming closer. âButtercup,â he frowned when she didnât respond to her nickname. âHey,â it was like he was approaching a wounded, wild animal. He didnât want to scare her, but God did he want to protect her. God, did he want to hold her again. âLove, heâs gone. Iââ He wanted to reach out for her and pull her into his embrace again, but something about her looked off. The anxiety written all over her face made him nervous and sad.
He zoned in on her hands; they were shaking by her sides worse than the way she held the vase. Her eyes were so fucking sad looking Harry wanted to scream. âKitten,â he tried again. âCan I...?â He reached for her again. âMânot going to...â all his sentences were half finished as he tried to figure out why the fuck Levi scared her so badly. All he wanted was to comfort her. She was too sweet and pretty to look so terrified. When she never looked scared of anything. âButtercup,â he murmured again.
She sniffled and swiped at her eyes. âIâm fine,â but her voice was barely audible over the sound of it getting caught around the emotion in her throat.
âHey, sâokay tânot be okay. Mâhere,â he promised holding his hands out to her. âCan I touch you?â He asked. She shook her head quickly. It hurt like hell for her to say no. Harry thought he was seriously going to cry. âOkay, okay,â he stuffed his hands in his pockets because he didnât trust himself not to try and comfort her and the last thing that he ever wanted to do was break her trust and consent. âBaby, youâre breaking my heart,â he pouted and watched as she was starting to shake like she was in the middle of a blizzard without a coat. âCome sit,â he begged. âPlease.â
She obeyed and Harry went to her kitchen and found a glass in the cabinet as if this was his own house. He got water from the dispenser on her fridge, and he brought it to her. Her hands were still shaking violently, and her tears were flowing but not a sound other than a quiet sniffle left her. âHere, Buttercup,â he mumbled.
She sniveled and wiped her eyes as she took the cup from him. He avoided brushing her fingers with his and he paced in front of the coffee table. His phone vibrated in his pocket, and he caught sight of the time. âFuck,â he muttered. Pressing the phone to his ear he glanced out the window. âSorry Niall. Canât come out,â he ran a hand on the back of his head. She perked up at his words.
âHarry,â she whispered.
âNo... I donât know.... I just need tâbe here for her,â he mumbled.
âHarry, you donâtââ
He silenced her with a look while her words died in her throat with another little whimper. Being vulnerable was hard for her. Obviously. Harry wondered if she knew how difficult it was for him to watch her look so upset and scared and not comfort her. If he knew letting go of her in the kitchen meant he wouldnât get to touch her again, he wouldnât have let go to start.
He hung up without hearing Niallâs response and he put his phone in his back pocket.
âIf you have plansââ
âI donât,â he interrupted shaking his head quickly. âJusâ a date with a pretty girl,â he sat across from her on the coffee table making sure that not even his knee bumped against her. His eyes were following her every breath. Every tiny movement and flinch. The nervousness he felt was painful. Waiting for something to make sense. The water in her glass rippled and practically splashed over the side from how hard she was shaking. Harry wanted nothing more than to take it from her grip. But instead, he patiently waited until she sipped it.
âIâm okay,â her voice was nothing more than air. Even if it wasnât, Harry wouldnât believe her.
âBaby,â he frowned. âNo one sends a message like that if theyâre not worried about their safety. Iâm worried âbout your safety. So donât pretend tâbe okay if youâre not. Iâll stay all night, sitting right here, and stare at you.â
She snorted. âThat sounds like watching paint dry.â
He shrugged. âYouâre far more interesting and prettier than paint drying.â
She swiped at her eyes again looking at her lap. âHe cheated on me.â
âWhat a fucking moron,â he mumbled and tilted his head at the ceiling. Harry would never understand how the luckiest men in the world treated lovely, beautiful girls like her as if they were nothing. âHe wants yâback?â
She shrugged, shook her head, and nodded. âI donât know.â
âDo you want him back?â
She whimpered and shook her head. Squeezing her eyes shut so tight, he worried she was going to split open her lids. âGod, no,â she whispered.
Harry sighed, rubbed his palms on his thighs. âCan yâtalk tâme, kitten? Mânot leaving unless yâtell me to. Do yâwant me tâleave?â It would kill him. Sincerely, truly kill him. But if she didnât want him there, he would go.
âI canât,â she was sobbing. It was killing him. It hurt so much not to hold her and comfort her.
âOkay, okay. Iâll... Iâll jusâ... go back tâmy house... Yeah? If yâneed something, jusâ...â he rubbed a hand over his face feeling like he was walking on a bed of glass saying the words. âCall, text, throw rocks at mâwindow,â he stood, mindful to not bump her knee. He smiled weakly at his own joke. It wasnât returned. He didnât know what to do or say. He didnât know how to help the sweet, lovely girl. The smile fell from his lips when she didnât respond. âJusâ... lock the door behind me, Buttercup, yeah?â
It felt like he was walking toward his death, but he left her living room and waited until he heard her deadbolt lock before he descended her porch steps.
*
She dropped the glass of water Harry gave her in the kitchen after she let Harry leave. It shattered into a million microscopic pieces and the flowers from her garden looked so unbelievably pretty she wished Harry really was taking her on a date.
She covered her mouth around another broken sob. Her eyes felt red and raw, and the pressure of her sinuses and the front of her forehead ached beyond words. She was safe. She was okay. But her chest hurt.
Levi was gone. Harry came to her rescue. After she was mean and grumpy toward him. Trying to protect her heart after it hurt six ways to Sunday because of the man that let himself into her home without permission. Harry didnât even try to touch her without permission. She could tell he wanted to. Hell, she wanted him to... but everything hurt, and she was just so scared.
Maybe it was too late. But she needed him. Really needed Harry to hold her and comfort her. Her mind ran rampant with thoughts of how lovely it was to be held by him. The kiss on her skin. He was warm and solid. Safe. Thatâs what she wanted. To feel safe. Her heart ached with want.
Immediately after the thought of his warm solid body around hers, she raced out of the kitchen and unlocked her door. She was ready to fly down the steps of her porch, cross her yard and his hoping he would have the door open before she even arrived.
But Harry was already there; at the bottom of the third and final step of her porch.
He never even left.
Harry stood and turned as soon as he heard the deadbolt open, standing only seconds before she was ready to blow right past him. âOh, thank God,â he whispered to himself.
Without any more pause, she was in his embrace. Her arms around his neck and she sobbed openly into his shoulder. His hands felt so big and safe on her body, just as she predicted.
He hummed something into her hair. Something like âMâhere,â in his gravelly, pretty voice. âI have you,â he soothed. âOh kitten, mâso sorry,â his voice sounded like he wanted to cry as much as she was. Poor Harry. He didnât deserve to feel so sad. Not because of her and her messed up life. âCâmon, Buttercup,â he scooped behind her knees and cradled her as he carried her back inside to her sofa, locking the door behind them as he entered.
âDonât leave me, please,â she begged, sniffling into his shirt.
âNever, baby. Never, ever, ever,â he promised rubbing her back. âNot unless yâask.â
Her lower lip wobbled. âBut I will ask,â she sniffed. âBecause Iâm too much. Iâm sad, scared, broken, and damaged.â
âYânot any of those things, kitten. Certainly not damaged, Buttercup.â
âBut I am,â she whimpered. âYou have no idea. He messed me up so bad... and I... I donât,â she choked. âI pushed you away already.â
It wasnât much, but the little bit she opened up her heart to him meant the world to him. It was almost as good as holding her. But nothing could replace that feeling now that he had it. He stroked her face with the back of his hand. âI wasnât far,â he shrugged.
He didnât even leave her porch. Was he going to stay out there all night? Her heart felt achy, and her eyes were already raw with tears but if they werenât she would have cried at the thought of her obnoxious neighbor sleeping on the bottom step of her porch in the cold all because she was broken.
âYou just wanted to help, and touch and hold me, and I wouldnât let youââ
âKitten,â he said sternly. He cupped below her jaw and stared right into her pupils like he was speaking directly to her soul. âLetâs get one thing very clear. I will never touch you without permission. No one has any right tâtouch you unless yâask.â
A sob escaped her throat and then she buried her face against his chest. His body was so broad and warm. She imagined if they were without heat or power, she would still be warm. âBut I want you to touch me. All the time. Every second Iâm around you,â there was no use denying it. Not when she couldnât lift her face from his shirt.
Harry sighed with relief. âWell good,â he squeezed her affectionately. âBaby,â he stroked his thumb below her eye. âWhat happened?â
She shivered and Harry pulled the blanket that was on the back of her sofa over them. Her personality was huge and beautiful. She invaded Harryâs every thought. In the same room, she was in every air particle. Outside in her garden she was every little piece of dirt, petal, stem, root and all. She was larger than life.
It killed him she felt so small in his arms.
âI knew he was cheating, and he didnât want me to leave,â she sniffed. Harry nodded, his teeth ground together. His jaw tensed. Waiting for her to continue. âHe said I was overreacting. Our relationship was stale, and we just needed something to spice things up.â
She turned her face to his shirt and Harry cupped the back of her head, his fingers sliding and massaging his fingertips against the back of her skull. âHeâs an idiot, Buttercup. A stupid, idiotic, horrible excuse for a man,â he grumbled.
She swallowed and didnât say anything for a few moments. Harry holding her felt like medicine was sinking into her skin and directly into her bloodstream. Harry didnât force her to speak. He didnât ask questions. He just held her. She was sure he wanted to know more. Wanted to know all the gritty details that resulted in her moving in the middle of the night and finding this house next to his.
But there was only one thing she could think about.
âWhy do you call me Buttercup?â She whispered.
Harry didnât answer for several seconds. His free hand was on the small of her back, pressing gently to get her frame even closer to his. âCan I kiss right here?â He asked ignoring her question. He brushed his thumb along her temple. She nodded and Harry followed the brush of his thumb with his lips.
âThatâs nice,â she murmured.
He chuckled. âJusâ wait âtil yâget a real kiss,â he promised. âGonna make yâfall in love with me.â
She didnât want to tell him she already had because that seemed ridiculous. So ridiculous it made her a little breathless. âThat good hmm?â She hummed.
âNever had a complaint.â
âThatâs obvious,â she smirked.
He rolled his eyes. âI didnât sleep with all of them.â
âNot my business.â
âBut it is... Mâa gentleman first, kitten. Mum taught me well. I just like tâmake mâdate feel good,â he explained. âDoesnât always include... yâknow,â he shrugged one shoulder. âI know I drove yâcrazy walking them out in mâboxers.â
âNo, you didnât,â she lied.
He chuckled. âSâokay tâadmit it, kitten; donât know what I would have done if yâhad someone over and flaunted a date in jusâ your underwear.â
âYou were trying to make me jealous?â
âI didnât think yâwere that stubborn.â
She wasnât sure if Harry was avoiding her question or trying to distract her, but she still wanted an answer. âWhy?â She asked quietly again.
âWhy what?â
âWhy do you call me buttercup?â
He sighed, kissed her temple again turning her insides warm and mushy. He didnât speak for a few seconds like he didnât really want to tell her. âYâwere eating a peanut buttercup,â he mumbled. âWhen yâmoved in. Yâhave wrappers all over the floor of yâcar. On Halloween, yâdidnât pass out any of them, but I saw them in the grocery bags I carried in for you one time.â
She bit her lip wondering how she didnât put it together. It was incredible he noticed that. âTheyâre my favorite,â her voice no more than air once more.
âAnd youâre mine,â he assured her, cupping the side of her face. âMânot going tâlet him hurt you. Iâll break every bone in his body and mine if I have to.â
She blushed. âYou donât have toââ
âButtercup, mânot joking,â he said cutting off her protest. âYâdonât have tâbe scared because mânever going tâlet him get close tâyou ever again,â he promised.
âHe just said he was going to... wait until you leave, Harry. You canât promise that.â
âGuess I wonât leave. Or youâll have tâcome home with me.â
âHarry,â she croaked.
âKitten, mânot messing around with yâsafety,â he reminded her. âI can stay here on the couch and yâcan stay in your bed. It doesnât have tâbe a thing. Mâstaying tâkeep yâsafe. Donât read into it if yâdonât want to.â
But she wanted to read into it. God, did she want to. Harry dropped everything the moment she texted him from the bathroom in a panic. He was only next door. Didnât she want to believe all his pranks were his way of flirting? Didnât she want to believe he liked her more than just annoying her?
She swallowed like there was something stuck in her throat. He didnât deserve a mess. He deserved one of the effortlessly beautiful girls that he brought home. The kind that knew how to curl their own hair and where to draw the contour lines when they did their makeup. âYou donât have to stay,â she shook her head.
âKitten,â he tutted.
âNo seriouslyââ
âYouâre deflecting, baby.â
âIâm justââ
âButtercup,â Harryâs hands felt so warm and perfect against her skin. He brought his other hand to her bare cheek. It looked like he was trying not to cry himself when she met his gaze. âYou just told me yâwould try tâpush me away. I donât want tâgo. But I will. Iâll sleep on your porch if yâwant me too,â he offered. âPlease,â he whispered quietly. Gently, like he was worried he was going to scare her. âDonât ask me tâleave you.â
There was a long pause. âStay,â she murmured into his hand. Because she was too exhausted and scared to tell him to leave. Pressing her lips against his palm, she met his gaze and watched the hope bloom in his eyes with just one little word. âPlease... please stay.â
Harry sighed with relief, pulling her tightly toward him and nodding. âCourse, Buttercup. Of course.â
*
It had become routine. She arrived home from work, and there was Harry. Sitting on the bottom step of her porch. He waited for her while she gathered her belongings from her car. His smile was so stunning. Like a streetlight on a dark road. Bright, beautiful, and all for her. âHey Buttercup,â he hummed as she approached. He stood and pulled the bag off her shoulder and carried it for her. It wasnât even heavy. In the same movement, he pecked her cheek and pressed a hand to her lower back like he had done for the last six weeks since he started seeing her exclusively. Not a single girl with perfectly curled hair had been his driveway. No one with expertly contoured makeup. Harry stopped walking around his yard in his boxers (but now she wished he did it more). As he guided her toward the front door, he continued grinning like an idiot. âDid your day get better after lunch, kitten?â
She nodded, his encouraging text sent at lunchtime was meant to ease the frustration he could sense through her messages. It wasnât lost on him that as much as he used to enjoy her frustration, he wanted nothing more than to ease it now. âM-hmm,â she smiled at him. âYou?â
âBetter now that youâre home.â
She rolled her eyes at him because while he stopped pranking her so much, he replaced it with the cheesiest thoughts and lines known to man. But there was no denying how it made her heart flutter. âDid you want to go out to eat?â She asked.
He shrugged, then nodded. âWe can if yâwant.â
âI donât really feel like cooking.â
âMe either.â
âLet me change and weâll go.â Harry was looking at her strangely. The kind of face he made when he pulled pranks on her before he officially swept her off her feet. Maybe she was wrong, and the pranks were coming back.
Maybe there were those mini firecrackers under her toilet seat. âWhat?â
âNothing, jusâ... think yâlook pretty,â his smile was too devilish (and handsome). He knew what he was doing. she shook her head and snorted. But Harry saw the way her cheeks turned pink at the compliment. He watched her head to her bedroom. When she stopped in the doorway, his smile bloomed. Her pause to look at her room as if it wasnât hers made his heart skip a beat. âSâmatter, Buttercup?â
âThere are like a hundred peanut butter cups on my bed,â she told him. Like he didnât already know. Orange wrappers lined up in the shape of a heart along her bed spread.
â107, actually,â She turned to look at him. He shrugged. âIt would have 110, but I needed a snack.â
She wanted to smile. But her heart was beating fast, her emotions overwhelming her. She bit the inside of her lip. âWhy?â
âYâsaid yâwere having a bad day.â
Her lip felt raw from biting it, behind her eyes prickled with tears. âOh.â
âSânice? Yeah?â He wondered and made his way to her, putting his hand on her lower back. He kissed her temple. âKitten?â She nodded and turned her head toward him, hiding her face against his shoulder and trying to quell the emotion that was threatening to come out of her. âHey, sâwrong, Buttercup?â He frowned. âDo yâwant tâorder take away instead?â He rubbed her arm soothingly.
She shook her head, then nodded, followed by a shrug. âI donât know,â she sniffed.
âAw, baby, donât cry,â he hummed. âSâokay,â he reassured her. He didnât even know why she needed reassurance. âSâjusâ some candy.â She sniffled again and Harry kissed the top of her hair. âMâgonna make sure yâfeel good all the time, Buttercup,â he promised.
Her chest felt so overwhelmingly warm and achy in the best way. She nodded against him wishing she could tuck herself further into his strong body where she felt like nothing bad could happen. The change in relationship was a lot to absorb. But it was easy in a lot of ways. Harry was sweeter than she ever imagined he could be. Or maybe she was biased now that she got kisses, and he held her like she was the most precious thing he had ever touched. It killed her in hindsight how standoffish she had been to him. The thought of ignoring him made her feel sick to her stomach.
âI think you really will,â she mumbled into his shirt. He chuckled, kissed the top of her head. âThank you, Harry,â she whispered.
âYânever have to thank me, kitten,â he shrugged. âSorry I was so annoying.â
âI suppose it worked,â she sniffed.
He chuckled. âI knew it would.â
âYou did not.â
âI did so,â he said petulantly. âOr I hoped it would.â
She rolled her eyes. âDonât know why you would want someone so mean.â
âJusâ makes me want yâmore,â he joked and rubbed his thumb over her lower lip. âMâgonna kiss yânow, kitten,â his way of warning her and asking for permission. It hurt that he felt he had to ask. But Harry was nothing if not thorough and sure in asking for her consent.
âDonât ever stop,â she sighed dreamily.
He chuckled again and leaned in to follow his promise. âMâpleasure, Buttercup.â
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in which spencer reid doesn't like that flirty!reader is going on a date. he makes that known. (bandages universe)
flangst, 18+ for discussions of sex warnings/tags: gn!reader I think, mentions of going to a bar/going for drinks, very suppressed mutual pining, jealousy from Spencer, reader implied to engage in casual sex, reader calls themself a slut somewhat disparagingly but like as a joke, it all gets resolved, he is very sweet, he rambles when he's nervous a/n: oh God I love them so much they are like so in love and they literally have no idea at all because they're so dumb... but WE can tell.. turning point for them
âPenelope wanted me to confirm that you guys are coming to drinks with us tonight?â
Itâs something of a standing tradition for the BAU on the last Friday of every month, and usually youâd agree, but tonight, you have other plans.Â
âRaincheck for me,â you say, sliding some files into your bag which you do not plan on reviewing. âI have a thing.â
âWhat thing do you have on a Friday night?â Morgan asks skeptically. You donât bother looking at him as you hide a smile.Â
âAÂ date, Morgan. You jealous?â
âYouâre going on a date?â
Youâd nearly forgotten Spencer was in the room until he spokeâheâs been in one of those quiet moods of his where he sort of floats around everyone else and makes himself insubstantial. As you cast him a sidelong glance, trying to figure out his tone of voice, you see heâs frowning. Nearly grimacing. His brows are drawn so tight youâre worried heâll give himself a headache.Â
âUh, yeah. I am.â Suddenly, your parade feels a little rained on.Â
âWith who?â
You pause, looking back down at your desk with a new frown of your own and shaking your head as if you could clear it that way. âJust⊠some guy from OT.â
âDalton?â
Ding ding ding. Somehow he got it right on the first guess, and for some reason, you wish he hadnât. You donât want Spencer knowing who youâre going on a date with. It feels wrong.Â
âDoes it matter?â You evade, shoving your things with a little more force into your bag.Â
âWell Dalton is an idiot, so I guess Iâm just trying to figure out why youâd go out with him.â
âAnd if itâs not Dalton?â
âThen Iâd tell you all the guys in OT are idiots and you shouldnât waste your time on any of them.â
âAlrightââ Morgan passes between your desks, placing a friendly hand on your back as he does. âIâm gonna let you two hash this out by yourselves.â He gives you a look, eyebrows raised, unsmiling, that means, go easy on the kid. It makes you feel terribly guilty. And more than a little defensive.Â
âNight,â you call halfheartedly. He only waves as the glass doors swing shut behind him, leaving you and boy genius alone in the bull pen.
Silence falls, cloistering you as you finish packing up together. It seems to magnify the buzz of the overheads. You notice him intentionally lingering, and you sling your bag over your shoulder with a sigh.Â
âOkay,â you say, turning to face him with your whole body. He seems uncomfortable with that, but youâre not letting this go. âWhat is this? Why are you mad at me?â
âIâm not mad at you,â he mumbles, refusing to meet your eyes. âI just thinkââ
âYeah. Youâve made your thoughts abundantly clear. I donât know why youâre judging me for going on a date.â
âIâm not judging you! I just think you deserve better than a guy who looks like he⊠snorts protein powder for every meal and has less capacity for intelligent conversation than a mealworm.â
âOkay. Do you have someone in mind?â
The words come out a little sharper than youâd meant for them to. A little louder. Spencer looks like a scolded puppy as he swallows.Â
âNot specifically. Justïżœïżœsomeone more like you.â
He just doesnât get it. You fold your jacket over your arm.Â
âYeah, well, until someone more like me comes along and asks me out, Dalton is the best Iâve got. I know heâs not my soulmate, Reid. But he asked me to drinks, and I said yes.â
The room is mostly dark. Only a few fluorescents remain on to cast Spencer in an almost clinical glow against a dark grey background. Youâve been here before. It feels like an interrogation. An environment where youâre practically begging for the truth without saying please, but thereâs only room for measured dishonesty.Â
Spencer speaks under his breath, fiddling with the strap of his own bag. âHeâs not good enough for you.â
âWhat do you want me to do?â Itâs an exasperated, confrontational sigh. Your arms raise and fall heavily back to your sides. Another long grey hallway of silence that leads nowhere. When it becomes clear he doesnât have the answer, or heâs not comfortable sharing, you straighten. âIâll see you Monday, Reid.â
Your spirits are completely dampened as you trudge to the elevators. What once seemed like an exciting opportunity now only serves as a depressing reminder that youâre wasting your time with a man who isnât what you want. Maybe you should just call the whole thing off.Â
âWait,â Spencer calls, half-jogging to catch the open elevator. His bag bobs with every step, pens and things jingling around inside. Itâs endearing, even though youâre upset with him. Your arms remain stubbornly crossed, but he makes it anyway. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to ruin your mood.â
You laugh dryly. âYeah, wellâŠâ
âItâs just thatâŠâ he sniffs and looks down, hair falling in front of his face. He really is sweet, even when heâs kind of a dick. Heâs full of so much sincerity he doesnât know what to do with it all. âI know how you areâyouâre special, and funny, and intelligent, and, and Daltonâall those qualities are wasted on him. He looks at you and he just sees a pretty face. It may sound trite, but⊠he doesnât deserve you.â
You sigh again, heart squeezing. The glowing light on the panel of floor numbers flickers. âI know your heart is in the right place, alright? But itâs not about who deserves me or who doesnât. Iâm not a prize. Iâm a person, and people like to feel wanted. Sometimes, itâs justâitâs about whoâs there, and who likes me enough to say it to my face. Sometimes thatâs all I need, and I know you didnât mean it like this, but when you say he doesnât deserve me, it really seems like youâre not considering what I might want at all. Maybe Dalton is what I want.â
Godâthis elevator ride is like, comedically long.Â
âIs he what you want?â
At least he has the bravery to ask.Â
You glance over at Spencer, washed out bloodless and looking like heâs prepared to flinch, like he doesnât know if heâs ready for the answer. The doors ding and slide open, and stale air whooshes from the chrome compartment into the lobby like a held breath finally exhaled. You swallow.Â
âI donât know why it matters to you.â
âBecause youâre my friend and I want to see you happy,â he insists, trailing after you as you speed walk through the lobby. Every click of your heeled boots echos.Â
âThen shouldnât you be supporting me?â
âIâm not going to support you in making the wrong choice.â
The conversation spills out into the bitter-cold parking lot. You turn around to face him.Â
âRespectfully, you have no idea whatâs right or wrong for me. I donât like whatever this is,â you say, gesturing with a finger between the two of you, as if the conflict were a tangible thingâa phone line hanging between your hearts. âI donât know if itâs, like, jealousy, or some misplaced feeling of possessiveness, or protectiveness, orââ
âItâs not like that!â He splutters.Â
âOkayâso what is it like? If you want to see me happy, why donât you support me in pursuing the things that make me happy? And if thatâs meaningless sex with some guy from operational tech, so be it! You are not in a position to give your two cents on who I sleep with!â
âI wasnât trying toâI wasnât even thinking aboutâabout sex! I donât care who you sleep with!â
Heâs turning increasingly pink.Â
âFine. But if you werenât thinking about sex, if you thought I was under any illusion that Dalton was going to be my fucking Prince Charming then clearly youâre not equipped to have this conversation. I know heâs an idiot. Iâm not looking for my soulmateâthank you, though, for reminding me that itâs completely fucking pointless to even pretend. I love you, Spencer, but grow up. And stay out of my business.â
And with that, youâre turning on your heel and marching toward your car. Spencer calls your nameâonce. Twice. The wind lashes against your bare arms and stings your eyes as you fumble with your keys.Â
Itâs just the wind.Â
Nothing else.Â
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Maybe youâre simply not meant for love.Â
Itâs a narcissistic thought in the sense that everyone has it at some point in their livesâeveryone falls victim to the delusion that they are so uniquely wretched, so singularly incapable of being understood by another person. Itâs the universal illusion of solitude. And youâd thought yourself above it for a long time. In college, there was fling after fling. Your bed was never empty if you didnât want it to be. In your young adult life, you have other prioritiesâbut you rarely have to be alone.Â
Now, though, as you sit on a rickety metal stool deep in the bowels of the Bureauâs records room, banished to sort through files in search of one that had been mishandled during a cold case and is now supposedly relevant again, (although youâre not sure it actually exists) youâre pondering the nature of those connections youâd been so sure your life was full of. Were they all artificial? Designed by you subconsciously to manufacture a sense of complacent satisfaction? To stave off the aching, gnawing loneliness in your gut that youâre only now becoming aware of and has been eating you away in bigger and bigger bites since Friday night?
Morgan was supposed to be just as arm-deep into a box of dusty manila folders as you are now, but he talked his way out of it, and youâre sitting in an awkward twenty-minute-long-so-far silence with Spencer. Which isnât helping anything.Â
The tension comes and goes like the moon pulling the tides. Itâs like you can sense it wafting off of each otherâyou feel it in the prickle on the back of your neck and the buzz in your stomach when heâs about to say something, and you glance over, and heâs already looking at you with his lips parted, and then he doesnât say anything after all, and the silence reinforces itself.Â
It gets frustrating.Â
Not to mention this task is equal parts mind numbing and infuriating. Maybe Hotch just hates you.Â
Eventually Spencer clears his throat, and you welcome the distraction.Â
âWhat year are you on?â
You give him a long look which he doesnât reciprocate, because you want to say, really? But eventually you pick up the edge of the box youâre sifting through and double check.Â
âUh⊠June 1979 through August 1979.â
He nods matter-of-facts. âThey should be making us wear gloves.â
Your incoming tangent spidey senses are tingling. Itâs not exactly an opportune time, but itâs better than silence.Â
Plusâyouâre pretty sure this is his idea of a peace offering.Â
âWhyâs that?â You mutter, flicking through yellowed papers.Â
âWood pulp paper contains an alum-rosin mixture to minimize ink bleeding, but in the presence of moisture such as that introduced in trace amounts by our fingertips it generates a diluted sulfuric acid solution. They didnât start adding alkaline buffers into paper until 1986, and the cellulose chains that comprise the structure of the paper inevitably shorten and break down over time, so weâre actively degrading these documents by touching them without gloves.â
âDid you say sulfuric acid?â
âI said a diluted sulfuric acid solution,â he clarifies, utterly missing the point of your question as he so often does in that disarmingly endearing way of his. âSorry, by the way.â
You look up from a photo of bloodied bell-bottom jeans. Heâs caught you by surprise.Â
âFor what?â
âForââ
He struggles with the wordsâyou watch his lips form a few silent ones before he gives up on the nonchalant act and sets his file on his lap. He canât seem to tear his eyes from it, but you donât mind.Â
âFor everything on Friday. I⊠I know it was none of my business. I sometimes struggle with⊠keeping my thoughts to myself. Especially when it concerns someone I care about. But I wasnât judging you, I swear. What you said aboutâabout sex, Iââ he sighs, obviously frustrated with himself, and pushes a bit of hair out of his eyes. âThatâs not where my mind was at, at all. Whatever you⊠do, or donât do, is none of my business. Obviously. You donât need me to tell you that. You donât need me to tell you anything. I just really wanted to clarify that I wasnât shaming you or judging you forââ
âSpencer,â you say gently, cutting him off and reeling him in before he can dig any deeper.Â
âYeah. Sorry.â
He glows under the canned lighting, a soft aura of white blurring the edges of him. The stale room buzzes. Itâs otherwise quiet down here. Peaceful, almost.Â
From anyone else, you might consider it overstepping.Â
You wouldnât have been willing to forgive them in the first place.Â
But itâs not anyone else.Â
âThank you, for apologizing. I really appreciate it.â
He glances up at you, sort of hunchedâalways trying to make himself smaller than whatever force created him had intended. The deep brown of his eyes is melted and swirling and sweet and nervous. Heâs not naturally good at these interpersonal things, but heâs always trying. Heâs always pushing himself for you.
Do you ask too much?Â
Do you offer enough in return?
Struck by sudden insecurity, you look away. Go back to your files.Â
Perhaps you made a mountain out of a molehill and told him to climb it.Â
âI mean, I am kind of a slut. I wouldnât blame you for thinking so,â you laugh airily. âMaybe it was a good reality check.â
A trailing silence. An air conditioner kicks on.Â
âWhat? Thatâs notâthatâs not at all what I was trying to say.â
âSpencer, itâs fine.â
His stool squeaks as he sits up straighter.Â
âNo, I really want you to understand. Even if I cared or thought about how many people you might sleep withâwhich I donâtâand even if I determined that you wereâŠÂ sexually promiscuous, I wouldnât assign a moral value to that judgement. Sexual promiscuity is observed all the time in the animal kingdom, itâs biologically sound and justified and in less misogynistic cultures where bonds forged between humans werenât socioeconomic arrangements dependent on women being viewed as commodities first and foremost, itâs completely unremarkable. But I havenât made that determination. All I know is that⊠youâre you. And thatâs all thatâs ever going to matter to me.â
Silence falls. Your voice gets stuck in your throat.Â
How does he so casually show you more kindness than anyone else has ever managed to show you in your life?
Spencer takes pity on you.Â
âAnd⊠weâve talked entirely too much about something thatâs none of my business today.â
Itâs wry and earns a chuckle from you. Even Spencer manages a chagrined smile. That same strand of hair falls loose as he looks down. Light bounces from his self-effacing smirk.Â
You fiddle absentmindedly with the fraying corner of a folder, and youâre about to open your mouth, about to speak into the sparkling cloud that the easy laughter and the melted tension has left in its wake, and tell him how much you appreciate him and how kind he truly is and undoubtedly whatever you say will be made more beautiful because of itâbecause of the affection you have for each otherâand then you stop, eyes catching on the case file between your fingers. You frown.Â
âWaitâwhatâs the case number weâre looking for?â
â91 18 00063 7.â
You hold the file up, eyes alight.Â
âI found it.â
Spencer frowns and takes it without asking. You watch as he reviews the number in tiny black typeface along the top of the document. His brow scrunches in disbelief.Â
âI genuinely didnât think we were ever going to find it,â he murmurs after leading through the photos and glances back up at you. âWe had thirty years of boxes to look through and you found it in under an hour. Youâre like magic.â
Itâs impossible not to smile. You feel all warm and sparkly as you snatch it back from him and stand, straightening your jacket.Â
âWill you tell that to Hotch?â
âI⊠will tell anyone who will listen,â he assures you, and youâre confident heâs following as you make your way through the maze of stacks. âAre we not gonna clean up our mess?â
âThere are people who will take care of that later.â
âYeah. Like me. During my lunch break.â
âDonât worry. Youâre going to be well rewarded for your efforts today.â
âWhat does that mean?â He mumbles, and you can practically hear his blush.Â
You smile to yourself.Â
Still got it.Â
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if you'll allow me to flaunt my psych minor for a second, I'd like to talk about epigenetics. there's studies that show that if you shock a rat when you let them taste a certain flavor, they will immediately become averse to that flavor. not surprising. what is surprising is that the rat's grandchildren, who have never been shocked when given that flavor, will also be averse to it and afraid of it and avoid it. there's also correlational evidence to suggest that the descendants of people who suffered through famine are more likely to put on weight and keep it on easier, even if they have never been through a famine themself.
trauma gets passed down. the kinds of trauma your parents, grandparents, and so-on lived through is still living in you. even if your parents were the most well-off, loving, best parents in the world, their trauma is still in you.
now if you'll allow me to take a slight turn here: there's a wild rabbit inside every jew.
my dad grew up being called "jew-boy." my mother had a coworker throw pennies at her at her job in the 2010s. and that's just two examples. they both grew up being harassed for being jewish. I wasn't. I'm incredibly lucky. the amount of antisemitism I've experienced in real life has been incredibly minimal. I didn't even hear anyone make an antisemitic joke in front of me until college.
and none of us were seriously persecuted. none of my grandparents were seriously persecuted. but even though nobody's broken my windows, nobody's beaten me in the streets, and I haven't been at any of those horrible protests in person, the fear is there. this deep seated, blood-pumping fear of the ancient jewish rabbit in me telling me to run. to run for dear life, to run as far as my legs can get me, as long as my heart keeps pumping and my lungs keep breathing.
we all feel this.
everyone feels this.
I called my mother yesterday. when I brought up this feeling she paused, and the silence said everything. she told me I wasn't alone. she feels it. my dad feels it. my brother feels it. my nana and grampa feel it. every jew you know, online, in real life, hell, even the famous ones, they feel it. the rabbit is inside us all, and the rabbit knows, because its brothers who didn't flee in the past were slaughtered.
the rabbit is leaping around my chest, all of our chests, chanting run run run run run run run.
I don't know if I can explain it to gentiles. I don't know if this makes sense to you. I don't know how to get across how crystal clear and deep and primal this fear is, and how much all of us are feeling the exact same fear, despite our different lives and different histories and the fact we're different people.
part of me wishes it didn't matter. that I didn't feel like I needed to get goyim to understand my specific cultural and ethnic experiences. because I don't feel like I need to deeply understand everyone else's. I am a white passing ashkenazi american jew, and I will never fully understand what it is like to be anything else. that doesn't dissolve my responsibility to educate myself and practice empathy, but it's ok. idk, maybe other people do desperately wish they could get people not in their specific group to deeply understand what it's like to be them. I imagine that feeling is universal. I guess, it's just like, the left is unified that everyone is a person, everyone is equal, everyone is human, except the jews. nobody is left out but the jews. everyone's word is believed, but the jews. and it makes me feel like I have to beg and plead with people to understand what being jewish means, because we're not included with everyone else. we're the enemy. and I want people to see we're not the enemy.
epigenetics.
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close to you | l.n
summary: chemical override, ultraviolet, you could be mine tonight ; or having a crush is mind boggling, soul crushing and confusing, but also so exciting at the same time.
warnings: inspired by close to you by gracie abrams, friends to lovers (bc itâs my brand), pining, all the feels, reader is childhood best friends with pietra, fluff, and some language here and there
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) iâm slowly getting back into writing, school has been kicking my ass. i donât think this is my best work, but i really wanted to get something out for you guys since ive been gone so long! i promise thereâs more to come than just this! i hope you all are well!! sending you all my love đ€
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before you met him, you didnât think about the color green too often. it was one of those colors you didnât necessarily love or hate, it was just kind of⊠there.
to you, it was just one of those colors where shades of it were prettier than the actual color itself. or a color you only really liked during the fall. like how, typically, people only liked the color blue during the summer.
that was until you met him.
the boy with those big, beautiful, slightly blue but slightly green, water-colored eyes. now you love the color green. obsessed over it. thought about it every second of every day. it was crazy how a simple opinion could change in a matter of seconds, all because of those stupidly pretty eyes.
You lie awake on your back, staring at the ceiling. surely it wasnât normal to obsess over someone this much, right? especially over someone you werenât even sure would ever feel the same.
sure, you had crushes before, and had your fair share of falling quickly and all at once. it wasnât an unusual feeling to you, no stranger to catching feelings rather quickly.
but this time around, everything was different. everything felt more intense, more mind-boggling and confusing and pulse rising. the feeling so foreign that sometimes you wish you had never met him so you wouldnât have fallen so hard so sudden, but deep down you were so glad that you had.
it was the little things that made you wonder what it was like to be loved by him. the subtle glances in your direction, the gentle but lingering touches. you had thought you were going crazy, reading too much into things in the beginning. over-analyzing every little thing that made your body light up with excitement.
until pietra confirmed your suspicions.
âheâs totally into you,â she said, leaning closer to your ear as you watched him from across the room, his head tilted back, nose scrunched and eyes half shut as he laughed about something max had said, which was likely something stupid, âlike, one hundred percent, down bad, into you.â
you tilted your head at the blonde, âyou think so?â
she scoffed, âmore like know so,â
âwho told you?â
âno one has to tell me anything,â she said, âi can just tell.â
you rolled your eyes at her, âp, iâve told you a million times, heâs not into me.â
but she was right. he was one hundred percent, undoubtedly, down. fucking. bad.
ever since the moment he met you at that stupid pub with max and his group of friends, all he wanted to do was get to know you. he didnât want it to seem obvious when he asked max about you, but he knew no matter what he did it was going to seem obvious. just from the way he looked at you like you hung the stars in the night sky, he was no where near subtle.
he hated to admit it, but he had even done some lowkey instagram stalking through one of his private accounts. he had seen all the pictures of you and pietra, a life long friendship explained to him in front of his own eyes.
and every time his fingers would swipe through your account, all he could think about was how beautiful you were. how your eyes sparkled every time you smiled for the camera, how happy you looked when you genuinely laughed, and how he wished to be the reason behind the gorgeous sound forever.
he wasnât trying to make it obvious tonight, not wanting to make it well known that he had his eyes on you for a while. but he had lost track at the amount of times you had caught him looking at you, and he swore he had even caught you looking at him first a handful of times.
so when everyone in the house decided that it was the end of the night and started filing through the door, he took it upon himself to make his way over to you. you were talking with pietra, a smile on your face as you giggled about something she had said. the brazilian womanâs eyes landed on him, to which she looked back at you and said something before you turned to look in his direction.
he smiled when your eyes met his, âhey, did you need a ride home?â
your heart threatened to leap out of your chest, âuhm, i was just gonna call an uber, you donât have to-â
âno, no,â he said, shaking his head, âi insist, really. itâs not a big deal.â
how could you argue with him? those pretty green eyes, that smile, the face. you simply couldnât. it was impossible. you couldnât see the look pietra was giving you, but knowing her, you knew it was a look that said âgo with himâ.
and do you did, the cool, crisp autumn air in london suddenly making you wish you had brought a jacket. you had wished you planned for the nightly breeze, wishing you had opted for a long-sleeved shirt for the night instead of the spaghetti strap tank top you had chosen.
as you walked to the car that was parked down the street, he noticed you shivering. he saw the way you hugged yourself, your hair moving with the breeze. his curls danced in the wind and he knew if he was slightly cold, you were definitely freezing.
he tugged off the hoodie before passing it to you, the sound of the doors to the mclaren echoing before he turned to you.
âhere,â he said, âitâs a little windy out, i know youâre probably freezing.â
your stomach did backflips as you took the soft black material from his hands, âoh, are you sure? arenât you cold?â
he sent you a shrug, âiâll live,â
there was no use arguing with him, so instead you sent him another smile in appreciation before tugging the sweatshirt over your head. it was already warm from hugging his body, and you couldn't help the way the smell of his cologne lingered in the soft material. you had to keep yourself from burying yourself in it, the feeling of being close to him without actually being close to him sending butterflies to your stomach.
the car ride was filled with comfortable silence, music softly playing in the background. he stole occasional looks over at your figure as you looked out the window, the neck of his hoodie pulled up to your face as you watched the street lights pass by. you looked beautiful in the dim light, he couldnât help himself.
he thought about taking the long way to your house. a simple but effective way to be able to spend more time with you. however, the thought of you being confused and questioning his actions was enough for him to stay straight at the stop light instead of taking a right for the longer way.
he tried not to look disappointed when he reached your house, parking in front of it. he wondered if your roommates were home, if youâd tell them about the fact that he drove you home.
he turned the engine off, unclicking his seatbelt, âiâll walk you up.â
you nodded, the both of you getting out of the car and walking through the dewy grass up to the wooden door. you fished for your keys in your purse, putting them into the lock before turning to look at him, âthanks for the ride,â
âanytime,â he smiled. he meant it. and you knew he meant it. heâd come get you at anytime of the day, wether it was early in the morning or late at night, he was always going to show up.
you stood there, eyes searching his face. he was so pretty to you, the brown curls that were slowly growing into a mullet to the sparkling eyes that you loved so much. the dimples in his cheeks that appeared whenever he smiled, the slight facial hair he had managed to grow, but your favorite part was the moles and freckles that covered his skin. the ones he had once complained about, but you loved the way they scattered his skin.
you dreamt of kissing each and every single one of them.
âhey, lando! long time no see!â
you both averted your attention, neither of you hearing the door open behind you. in the doorway stood your dark haired roommate, faith.
âhey,â he smiled softly, trying once again to not look disappointed from the way your moment was interrupted.
âweâre having drinks and watching movies if you wanted to join,â she smiled, ignoring the look you were sending her way.
âoh, uhm,â he started, not sure how to answer, âitâs getting kinda late, i dunno-â
âyou can crash in y/nâs room, im sure she wouldnât mind.â
what was that supposed to mean?
you looked over at him, âyou donât have to stay-â
âheâs been gone for weeks, heâs legally obligated,â she said, reaching from the doorway and grabbing both of your arms, âcâmon, liv is making martinis.â
you sighed heavily and he laughed softly at your protest that went unnoticed by her. your other roommate, olivia, stood in the kitchen.
âlook who i found!â faith exclaimed excitedly.
âoh, hey guys! just in time,â she smiled, âitâs martini and movie friday!â
lando leaned over to you as the other two talked, âthey do this every friday?â
you sighed again, nodding, âunfortunately,â you turned to your roommates, âweâre gonna head up to my room, actually,â
you led lando to the stairs, ignoring the playful teasing from the girls in the kitchen, âoooh!!â
âup to your room, huh?â
you shook your head, opening your bedroom door and letting him in before closing it, ââm sorry for them, theyâre⊠how do i put this?â
âa lot?â he asked, a smile playing at his lips.
âyeah, we can put it that way.â
he chuckled, sitting down on the bed as you put your things down. he looked around your bedroom, not much had changed since the last time he had been in it. the fairy lights dimly lit up the room, photos littered the walls. the desk that sat in the corner of the room kept your makeup bag and brushes, a mirror sitting in the middle.
he looked at your nightstand, a picture of you, him, max and pietra sitting on the wooden surface. it was a picture from miami, smiles on all of your faces. you stood in the middle, arm wrapped around his middle as you smiled for the camera, his trophy in the hand that wasnât wrapped around your middle.
âiâm gonna change,â you said, âi might have a pair of your sweatpants somewhere if you wanted to change.â
he nodded, âyeah, thatâd be great.â
you turned back to the dresser, opening drawers in search for the pair of sweatpants he leant you one day. the same day he picked you up from the failed date. the one that left you crying outside, swearing up and down that youâd never find love. despite it being in front of you this entire time.
finally finding the black material, you handed them to him, âi meant to give them back, but i just havenât seen you,â
he shook his head. you couldâve kept them forever and he wouldnât have minded one bit, âitâs alright,â
you grabbed your pajama bottoms from the foot of the bed, âbe right back.â
he changed into the sweatpants while you were gone, still looking around your room. he smiled at the picture of you and your roommates, clearly taken at a party. you wore the prettiest smile he had ever seen, dressed in a black off the shoulder top. it was from the same night he realized he liked you in more than just a friendly way.
the door opening brought him back to reality, his eyes landing on your figure and how you were still wearing the black hoodie he had given you earlier. it brought a small smile to his face.
you noticed his eyes on you, looking down at the black hoodie, âi swear iâll give it back once i wash it.â
he laughed softly, shaking his head, âitâs okay. it looks better on you anyways.â
you smiled, fighting the heat that was rising your cheeks but it was no use. he joined you on the bed, watching as you flipped through different things on netflix.
âyou donât have to stay, yâknow,â you said, looking over at him, âif you have better things to do..â
âi donât,â he said, turning his head to look your way, âin all honesty, thereâs no where else iâd rather be.â
you sucked in a breath, your eyes dancing across his face once again. it was hard for you not to stare, not when he looked so pretty like this. back pressed against your headboard, hair slightly messy, and he looked so cozy. it made you want to wrap yourself around him, lay your head on his chest.
he did the same, his eyes scanning your face like he was trying to memorize every single feature, every single imperfection that he thought was still perfect. the same ones youâd argue about, but he still always found adorable.
his voice broke the comfortable silence that had fallen between the two of you, âdo you ever have something to say but canât find the words to say it?â
your furrowed your eyebrows, âlike?â
he licked his lips, his attention now fixed on his hands as he fiddled with the ring on his middle finger. you never thought heâd be the type to get shy, almost embarrassed as his cheeks turned a light shade of pink.
âlike, i dunno,â he mumbled, âi just.. i donât know how to put it, but ever since the moment we met, iâve found myself just.. thinking about you. thinking about what itâd be like to cross this weird, thin, little line weâve drawn. if we both just said âfuck itâ and dove head first into whatever uncharted territory weâre tiptoeing around.â
his eyes met yours again as he let out a nervous breath. you hadnât realized you had been holding yours, shock clearly written on your face which made him shake his head.
ânever mind, itâs dumb-â
âlando,â
â- i knew i shouldnât have listened to what max was going on about-â
you rolled your eyes as he kept blabbering away, talking nonsense. your body moving before your brain could comprehend what you were about to do, only catching up when your hands met his jaw and you were suddenly catching yourself a mere few inches from his face.
it was too late now, no going back.
you pulled his face closer to yours, his blabbering coming to a halt when you pressed your lips to his. his brain short circuited, you pulling away before he had the chance to kiss you back.
ââm sorry,â you immediately apologized, âi donât know why i did-â
it was his turn to cut you off now, grabbing your chin and pulling you back to his lips. his thumb traced along your jaw, his pointer finger sitting underneath your chin.
you kissed him back after a second of surprise, letting his free hand reach down to grab your hip, pulling you on top of his lap. your hands threaded through his curls, nails scratching his scalp.
when you both finally pulled away, all you could do was smile. giggles and chuckles echoing through the room as you both sat breathless, his nose bumping yours as he tucked a piece of stray hair away from your face.
âso weâre in agreement then, huh?â he asked.
âisnât that obvious?â you smiled and he shook his head, letting out another boyish laugh.
âhow long have you.. yâknow, had feelings for me, i guess?â
âsince the minute i saw you,â he confessed, âyou were the most beautiful girl in the room, a smile that would make everyone stop and stare. itâs always been you, iâve just been too scared to tell you.â
you smiled again, heart fluttering in your chest. all the dreams and wishes you spent with him on your mind, it was all finally paying off, âitâs always been you for me, too. i thought i had been way too obvious, but clearly i wasnât obvious enough.â
âwe were both too oblivious,â he said, moving more hair from your face, âbut itâs okay, weâre here now.â
you were convinced your smile was never going to be wiped off your face, âkiss me again,â
âwith pleasure,â he mumbled, lips finding yours once more as you melted into him.
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Marvel Can Be Intense
Billy wants these little guys to go into heroics being the best hero they can be. He just doesnât realize that while he has good intentions, he can come off as kind of intense. Like the time he tried teaching Wally how to vibrate his entire body through an object.
Marvel: *holding Tim by the neck with one hand while his other hand is crackling with electricity* âYou better hurry up Wally or else Iâll blow his brains out on the floor!â
Kid Flash: âWHAT DUDE IM TRYING.â
Robin!Tim: âHEâS BURNING MY HAIR! I THINK HEâS ACTUALLY GOING TO KILL ME IF YOU DONâT HURRY!â
Kid Flash: âIâm TRYING!â *only got his arm through it*
Marvel: âTry harder!â
Or the time he tried teaching Stargirl how to fly one of the ships.
Marvel: âAlright, so the best type of practice is getting it firsthand so what youâre gonna do is fly straight through that asteroid belt.â *points to the belt*
Stargirl: *sounds super concerned* âWhat? I canât do that!â
Marvel: âYeah you can! You just gotta believe. Now do it.â
Stargirl: âI just told you, I canât. I can barely fly this thing already. Flying through an asteroid belt would completely total the entire thing and we might be stranded out here for Godâs sake.â
Marvel: *nods head* âI see. I see. I get your concerns. So instead Iâll justâŠâ *grabs the acceleration and cranks it all the way up and they start flying to the belt*
Stargirl: âWHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!â *grabs the steering wheel and starts making the ship dodge the asteroids*
Marvel: âYouâre doing great!â *sunny ahh smile as if he hadnât put the both of them in mortal danger*
LaterâŠ
Marvel: âThat was wonderful for your first time, Stargirl.â *looking at the dents in the ship*
Stargirl: âYouâre a psychopath.â *still a little shell shocked*
Marvel: âNuh uh. Here, have some candy.â *hands her some candy*
Then there was the time Beast Boy was interviewed.
Interviewer: âSo, who would you say is your toughest teacher? Batman?â
Beast Boy: âOh, definitely Captain Marvel.â
Interviewer: *slightly surprised* âMay I ask why?â
Beast Boy: âWell, heâs a psychopath. Like actually. Like donât get me wrong. Heâs really nice. He makes us cookies. Heâs like super kind, but when it comes to training, heâs a complete psychopath. Like the other day he said heâd tear off Starfireâs arms if I couldnât complete a training exercise. I did complete it donât get me wrong, and he gave me cookies afterwards, but you donât just threaten to tear off another personâs arms!â
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take me home, country road
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You have nothing on your person apart from a hastily packed suitcase and the dress you came into town wearing, on the run from trouble back home. Too bad John's missing a bride that matches your description. Or: the 1800s (mistaken) mail order bride au (chapter 19)
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A blood-orange sun hangs low in the sky.
You might think it ominous on any other day, but not this one. What more adversity could stand in your way?Â
Instead of sharing a saddle with John, you ride the same horse that Graves rode out of town. Days spent on horseback have finally caught up to you, pain radiating up and down your legs, a soreness embedded deep in your inner thighs, the skin positively chafed from the constant friction. At least you no longer have the handcuffs digging painfully into your wrists, the metal cuffs long since unlocked using the key in Gravesâ pocket and discarded, now lost some acres back for the coyotes and the hares to prod at and sniff.Â
You drift in and out of conscious awareness, coming back into your right mind every mile or so, losing track of time along the way. Sometimes you blink and trees disappear out of sight, already ten miles back. Scouring the landscape for something familiar only to come up empty.Â
Recent events lour over your conscience. Itâs difficult not to let it get to you. So much has happened in such quick succession that part of you still thinks youâre dreaming in the abandoned shack with Graves sleeping just a few feet away.Â
A distinct sound scrapes against the inner recesses of your mind and eardrum. If you were to look behind you, youâd find the source of it wrapped in a shroud and dragged behind Johnâs horse. Drying blood stains the fabric. The head, obscured under the fabric, jostles from side to side as it passes over rocks and undergrowth.Â
Itâs beyond you now though, the future shuttling forward at an unfathomable speed and taking you with it, willing or not. The world hurrying on to repeat its past mistakes.Â
So you donât look behind you.Â
âWonât be much longer,â your husband murmurs from beside you, speaking just loud enough for you to hear him over the influx of thoughts in your head, which rapidly empty out at the sound of his voice.Â
âWe can stop for a break after?â you ask, turning your head enough for your eyes to land on the hard, bristled line of his jaw. He nods.Â
âJust gotta get this part out of the way.â
He says it so casually, like a bit of unpleasantness that has to be dealt with; no way around it. Unfortunately, a body isnât something that can be just swept under the rug. No matter how much your muscles beg for a momentâs reprieve, you wonât get it until all the loose ends are tied up.Â
âHow do you know the land around here so well?â you ask as John leads the two of you deeper into the plains.
âThe boys and I have been out here before. Grew up in this county anyway; been wanderinâ these parts since I was born.â
You canât imagine John as a young boy, uncertain of his place in the world. He seems like someone who emerged from the womb ready-made, already able to skin a deer and build a bushcraft shelter by hand. But he must have been young at one point.Â
Finally, he comes upon a suitable place to bury the body.Â
Deep in the wilderness, he digs a shallow grave with the short shovel strapped to his horse, sweating up a storm before the hole is big enough to bury the body. You dismount your horse and wander off while John handles the burial.Â
This is the part where you have to turn away and pretend it isnât happening. You stave off the urge to plug your ears and close your eyes. Dogear any page in your life except this one. This is the only memory that you want to fade into obscurity, pretend that it never happened, that this was some bad dream that you only half-remember twenty years from now.Â
You glance back only once to find John breathing heavily at the edge of the hole, having just hauled himself out. Sweat slicks his brow and drips down the side of his face near his temple, a dark flush spreading over his cheeks from exertion. Even his shirt is damp with sweat under the pits and around the collar.Â
You force yourself to look away. Now is not the time for your libido to trouble you.Â
Gravesâ body lands with a dull thump when John rolls it into the makeshift grave. You bite your lip and let your eyelids slide shut. Then he starts the process of covering the body, shoveling the dirt back into the hole. It takes a while. An offer to help hovers on the tip of your tongue, but you canât quite make yourself say the words.Â
A half hour later, it no longer matters, the hole covered until the only thing demarcating the grave is the layer of upturned soil, slightly darker than the dirt in the surrounding area.
âThatâs it,â John announces, making his way back to you with the shovel slung over his shoulder. You can smell the ripe scent of sweat wafting off him even from a foot away. âLetâs head out; weâll wanna make camp before it gets dark.â
You donât answer. Not verbally anyway. The guilt almost makes it hard to breathe. In all your stupidity and poor decision-making, youâve inadvertently made John an accomplice in your crimes; forced him, in fact, to commit one as heinous as the one that had started this whole debacle.Â
You travel the next mile in relative silence, scouring the landscape for a neat patch of land to set up camp. The sun plummets towards the ground at a faster and faster pace until itâs tugged below the horizon, vanishing with a green flash. Then itâs too dangerous to keep going, the way back far too dark to keep traveling down.Â
John builds a small fire after tying up the horses for the night. The temperature drops exponentially as the sky darkens, the cold sinking low to the ground. You help with gathering the kindling, mostly twigs and clumps of dry grass, then take the packs off both horses to use as makeshift seats by the fire, unrolling the sleeping bags as well.Â
It comes as a relief to finally sit down after the fire is struck. Rest is a double edged sword though; the longer you sit with Gravesâ old pack propping you up, the more the pain has time to sink its claws in deep.Â
In the hours since he shot Graves, neither of you have spoken more than a few words to each other. You certainly havenât brought it up. The memory of Graves revealing the truth of what youâd done back east to John looms over you. Itâs inevitable that youâll talk about it eventually though. Itâs heavy in the atmosphere, almost oppressive; the weight of everything said and unsaid. You canât take back what Graves revealed to John. At some point youâll have to face it.Â
At what point will you have to beg for forgiveness? It sits on the tip of your tongue.Â
The small fire crackles in front of you. Red tongues of flames lick at the darkness, the light extending out in a circle around the two of you. Youâre grateful for the warmth though, particularly after spending the previous night in the cold. Â
âNothing to eat, mâafraid,â he says apologetically, brow creasing. âI didnât exactly pack before coming after you.â
You shake your head. âThatâs fine. Iâm not hungry anyway.â
In a few more hours, you might work up an appetite again, but for now, you couldnât be further from it. All you want to do is lie down on your bed back home and sleep through to the next day.Â
âYeah,â John sighs. âMe neither.â
He picks up your hand and holds it in his for a time. Itâs strange how such a small gesture has become such an immense comfort for you. You wish you could thread your fingers through his and bring his hand up to your lips to kiss all over, but youâre too tired for a gesture of that magnitude.Â
When he lets go of your hand, itâs only to transfer it to your face. His thumb runs over your split lip, pulling away when you wince. âLooks like itâs healing on its own.â
âThatâs good,â you mumble. ââŠIt hurt a lot more yesterday.â
Johnâs nostrils flare. The fire reflects off his eyes in such a way that, for a moment, it almost looks like itâs coming from within him. âIâd kill him again if I could.â
Your stomach clenches at the ferocity behind his words.Â
âYouâyou shouldnât have done it in the first place,â you croak. âNot when he wasââ right, you donât say. Right to haul you out of town by your hair and drag you back to the scene of the crime, back to pay for what youâd done.Â
âNow I ainât gonna hear you go spoutinâ that horseshit,â he growls, clasping you by the back of your neck and tugging you to his side. Itâs so sudden that your butt skids across the ground, raking up a small mound of dirt with the weight of your body.
You look away, unable to meet his eyes even as he pulls you forward until youâre nearly nose to nose. âItâs notââ
âYes, it is, darlinâ. That shit werenât none of your fault. You ainât done a thing wrong by keeping yourself safe.âÂ
Itâs almost hard to hear. Itâs taken you months to scrub the dirt from your soul, which until recently was raw to the touch and pained you to even think back on. And the hopelessness. And the longing, the irreversibility of it; irreversible in the way that you couldnât turn your pain inside out. You could never go back to the way things were because the only way out was to keep on trudging forward.Â
Like rain in a drought, youâve been missing someoneâs mercy. Youâve been waiting for someone to come and forgive you for your sins; someone to absolve you of them.Â
You lean forward, burying your face in his neck. Not making much of a sound except for a harsh exhale, your throat quavering with something unsaid.Â
Then you grip him by the back of his shirt and pull him to the ground with you.Â
Out in the open like this, John doesnât dare remove your clothes, but he does reach beneath your dress to pull off your underclothes. Heâs silent through it all, eyes fixed on yours. Never wavering or dropping your gaze. Itâs intoxicating to be stared at with such a fierce intensity. Vaguely overwhelming, the sensation creeping up your chest and lodging in your throat.Â
The light of the fire he built for the two of you flickers across his skin, illuminating his face in shades of orange and gold.Â
He holds your gaze when he rucks the skirt of your dress up and crawls down the length of your body until his mouth is level with your center, slick already dripping from your sex. Your breathing goes haggard, anticipating his mouth before itâs suddenly there between your thighs, planting a gentle kiss on your inner thigh before dragging his lips over your sensitive skin until they brush your clit. Your mouth opens to a soundless gasp. Electrical impulses travel up your spine, your arching back following their trajectory.Â
He pulls back to stare at your dripping hole. âMissed me, my love?âÂ
Youâd answer if you could form words, but then you realize who heâs talking to and your mind goes blank.Â
When he runs his tongue up the seam of your pussy, you jolt, legs slung over his shoulders kicking at the air. He eats you out with gusto, with reverence, sighing into your pussy that itâs been too long, that heâd worried himself nearly half to death over you.Â
Rough hands hold you by your waist and pull you down onto his face. Long, crude licks of his tongue, rubbing the flat of it over your clit until youâre a roiling, twisting hotbed of pent up arousal.Â
The urge to suppress your noises is almost overwhelming. When you twist your head from side to side, thereâs nothing but miles of land; trees and shrubbery and a deep, impenetrable darkness. Not another person around for miles. It makes you shiver when you stare out into it.Â
âI canât, I canât, I canâtââ you gasp, chest getting tighter and tighter until you expect it to burst but it doesnât. It stays all pent up, all itchy and scratchy and you can feel the sweat slicking the small of your back and the blood furiously rushing to your cheeks, heating you up from the inside out. Sweat-laden and flustered.Â
Your toes curl in your boots, throat tightening up the closer it gets. All it takes to push you over the edge is John cupping his hands under your butt to tilt your hips up, licking you from hole to hole. The impertinence and thrill sends a rush through your body, the coil in your belly twisting and releasing, core pulsing around nothing. Your body gives a violent jolt when he gives your clit one last wet, suckling kiss.
âAre you comfortable like this, darlinâ, or should I wait until weâre home?â John asks when he positions himself over you again, beard still wet with your desire and a big hand cupping the front of his trousers. You stare down at the hair dusting his knuckles and the bulge straining against his pants.Â
The shadows make it seem even larger than usual. Your throat goes dry the longer you stare down at where he fists his length through his trousers.
âDarlinâ?â he repeats, drawing your attention back up to his face.
âOh?â you ask, cheeks heating. âIâm, umâŠIâm quite comfortable.â
It seems absurd to have such a conversation when your husbandâs hand is reaching into his trousers to pull out his cock and fuck you with it, but the nervous tickle in your belly is far from unpleasant.Â
Heâs so careful with you, cognizant that your muscles are already sore and aching from days of being on the road and the abuse Graves put you through. Gentle hands maneuver your legs around his hips and move your hair from your face. Again your belly flips.Â
Your grunt is involuntary when he first pushes in, walls stretching around the head of his cock. It hasnât been long enough for the blunt intrusion to be painful, but itâs overwhelming all the same. You wince and grimace through it all.Â
âEasy does it. Youâre alright,â John shushes when you whimper, rough hand cupping your cheek. It sends a thrill down your spine, but doesnât lessen the intensity.Â
He stays like that for a time, hovering over you and stroking a thumb over your cheekbone until you relax around his girth, gradually finding your breath again. In and out; one after the other. When he pulls his hand away, itâs to plant his forearms on the ground beside your head and grind his hips forward, taking your breath away.Â
âOh Lord,â you wheeze, then brace your hands around his neck.Â
âYouâre doing great, darlinâ. Just hold on; Iâve got ya.â
Itâs nothing like the times before; your arms link around his neck and your breath goes shallow, hitching with every measured thrust. Itâs too much and not enough. You feel windswept and battered, bruises smarting now that youâve had time to feel them, but still you need more from him.Â
He works himself into the wet flex of your pussy with slow, heavy thrusts. Taking his time. Not rushing it just yet because though the threat of you being taken from him still looms over his head, heâs sated his bloodlust. His reassurance now comes in the form of your legs spread to receive him and the fat head of his cock fitting snugly in you.Â
The heels of your boots press firm against the flesh above his buttocks. Taking him this way with your clothes still on feels debaucherous, filthier than usual; like you were so desperate to have your husband inside you, that you couldnât even be bothered to remove your garments.Â
He must feel the way that thought heats you up because he rasps, âNeed a lil somethinâ, love?âÂ
Before you can even answer, heâs reached a hand down and tucked it between your thighs to strum the tight bundle of nerves at the apex of your sex.Â
âJohnââ
Your fingernails must dig into the back of his neck because he grunts. Serves him right, you think, digging your nails in all the harder when grinds a knuckle against your clit and you briefly see stars.Â
Youâre splintering down to the root, coming apart in his hands like clay; when he says your name, the darkness fades and for a moment, youâre in the light, a shaft of it haloing your face. Chasing it no matter how fast it runs. A hare in a snare, a shadow captured in the palm of your hand.Â
It comes fluttering down from somewhere beyond sight. Gasped out in another voice, a truer voice. From the depths of you, true as stone and air.Â
âI love you.â
Give it time and itâll come naturally. Now, it comes as a gut punch. Even John stills over you when he hears the words, and you can feel the shudder that runs through him under your fingertips. Thereâs no time to sit and talk about it though, not with the frenzy that comes over him, blue eyes glazed over by a manic glint.Â
He braces one hand on the top of your head and surges forward, so rough with you that your teeth clack together, eyes rolling back in your head.Â
âSay it again,â John growls, leaning down until his mouth is right next to your ear.Â
âI love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love youââ
Then it hits you. A wall of heat. Your belly rolling and cheeks burning, walls squeezing around Johnâs cock, tighter with every thrust. You yelp when he lifts himself off you to yank the skirt of your dress up higher and presses his hands to your inner thighs, spreading your legs wider for him. Bullies his cock into your channel even as you try to squeeze him out, pounding into you until the lurid torrent of words spilling out of his mouth go slurred and his release floods into you, his hips slapping against yours until heâs emptied the last of his spend into your womb.Â
Itâs a while before either of you can move after that. Your energy melts into the ground like rainwater, purifying the earth. Maybe life is already germinating beneath you, grass seedlings about to burst from the dirt, flower buds curled up in tight coils until theyâre ready to bloom.Â
Your hands shake when you lift one up to wipe the sweat from your face.Â
When he finally pulls out of you, the feeling of his come leaking down your inner thighs makes you fussy. You lift your thighs just enough to let him pull your drawers back up before lying back down, no energy left in you to do more than that. You only scrunch your nose a little at the feeling of your combined juices already wetting the gusset.
Time seems to come apart and then piece back together. You roll over onto your side and nestle up against Johnâs chest, staring up at him wordlessly. His eyes stay shut for some time until he feels your stare on him and they peel open, the color of his irises barely discernible in the flickering light.Â
âSomethinâ on your mind?â he asks in a tone so devoid of accusation or condemnation that youâre almost thrown by it. He says it like itâs just another day, like something horrible and monumental didnât just happen.Â
It takes you a while to find the words. Even when you do, they come out jumbled and disjointed. âHow long have youâŠâwhen did you find out?â
ââBout what happened back East?â he clarifies, blunt as usual.Â
The question makes you swallow impulsively, anxiety secreting from you again. âYes.â
John looks up into the dark sky, quiet for a spell. âNot until recently. The arrest warrant drifted across my desk probably around the time Graves first stopped by. Wasnât hard to put two and two together after thatâyou showing up in a tizzy around the same time as the warrant was issued. General description matched as well.â
You feel a bit foolish in retrospect, certain that you were getting away with it all this time.Â
âYou know my name.â
âI do.â
âMy real name.â
âIn a manner of speaking. Got yourself a new last name since then though, didnât you?â
Your lips pull up at the corners involuntarily. âYes. I guess so.â
You can almost hear it now. The penultimate note of the overture writhing against convalescence like you might stay this way for a second longer. But it isnât right to keep feeling the same old pain. At some point, it has to heal.Â
âHey,â John says, giving your shoulder a little shake to draw your attention back to him. The look in his eyes is serious. âThis is as far as the story goes, alright?â
You stare up at him silently until you nod against his chest.Â
âYouâre my wife. End of story. The rest ainât anyoneâs business but ours.â
Off in the distance, an owl hoots, and its call hits your ear as a distant evocation to sleep. You press one last kiss to his chest before rolling off him, letting him put the fire out before the two of you turn in for the night, and then drawing a blanket over the both of you.Â
And then, you go to sleep.
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it always ends up the same. no matter what the conversation is, no matter how it began or where; it always ends up with the same conclusion. why donât you have a boyfriend, yet?
as always, you groan while tilting your face to the ceiling. like a tradition, it is like you are begging a superior being to end your misery now and just take you before they all start to recall all your failed dates and talking stage over the past few months. it is not like they are that many, anyway.
you can try to tell each one of the people surrounding you that you are not interested in a relationship, that you think boys are fun to mess with but truly useless and that you are fine on your ownâ they never listen.
you successfully disappear amongst the crowd of diverse book, movie and game charactersâ and even ⊠fruits? â costumes to get a drink. suddenly feeling very thirsty.Â
no one notices you, too hang on debating on your love life when you are not even there to begin with.
pouring something into your glass, you feel someone standing a bit too close to you.Â
âhey,â a voice greets you loudly. making your heart jump all the way to your stomach.Â
you almost giggle as you turn around; a tall, grown man in a bright red hoodie, the same color as his joggings and a strawberry sort of hat wrapped around his head.Â
his voice is way too deep to go with his costume. Â
a smile tugs your lips, âhi.â
he smiles back. this time with a much much softer, he tells you back, âhi,â he eyes lingers on your face. âyou come here often?â
you actually giggle at that, with your face falling towards the ground, with his face following yours, with his gaze never leaving you as he smirks.Â
you cross one arm under your chest and plant your free armâs elbow in your wrist, holding your drink close to your mouth, âplease, donât tell me that line has ever worked for you,â he chuckles at that, âi wouldnât stand it.âÂ
the strawberry head shrugs, âtried and tested true for a reason,â then he leans his shoulder against the wall next to you.Â
âwhatâs your name, bambi?â he asks you, biting down his lip as he smiles.Â
the nickname comes from your doe makeup and the little tail on your skirt. looks like you are not the only one who makes nicknames.Â
you respond while turning to face him, âwhat is yours?âÂ
âheeseung,â you admit it, âstrawberry headâ will be missed but you like this one better.Â
âitâs cute,â you nod and he laughs.Â
âand yours isnât?â he immediately says back. he rolls your name on his tongue, dear god . âit suits you well, i like it.â
you huff humoredly, âi will tell my parents you are a fan,â you donât forget to emphasis on his name and hold your drink up, âheeseung.âÂ
âi hope i will be able to tell them myself one day,â he teases when you drink, making your choke.Â
well, that was quite riskyâ although, still very smooth, you will give him that.Â
your eyes wide and your mouth falls open is a surprised smile. your face must be funny because heeseung lets out a genuine laugh, that goes beyond the sound of the loud music.Â
âtake me to dinner first!â you tell him, while watching his body vibrate because of his laughter.Â
the tall man gets serious pretty quickly after the words leave your mouth, he looks at you like he had you exactly where he wanted.Â
âwell,â he starts and his smirk is back again. âwhat about tonight?â
you can only blink at him for a moment. as if it was written on it; you scan his entire face in a hope of an answer. oh.Â
âdiner?â you ask, he hums. âtonight?â he hums again and your knees weaken a bit. âbut we barely know each other!â
âwe can get to!â his smile is more than evident in his voice, on his pink lips. âover diner!âÂ
he got you pressing your lips together and fighting back a smile like a highschool girl. the debate doesnât take very long in your head, you just need to bite your inner cheek to get yourself to say it.Â
strawberry headâs face is full of apprehension and enthusiasm, so much that you wonder who looks the most idiotic between the two of you.Â
you sigh, then giggle, âfine, you convinced me.âÂ
the guy smiles. and after you successfully say goodbye to your friends while avoiding all their questions, everything gets wrapped pretty well.Â
soon you stand a few meters away from heeseungâs means of transport.
âyou have a bike,â you sound half impressed, half incredulous.Â
heeseung, with his strawberry costume, has the audacity to look at you with an utterly shocked and offended expression splashed on his face. he even puts his hand on his heart.Â
âam i not cool enough to have one?â he asks as he leans on his motorcycle.Â
you take one step closer to him, letting your fingertips run through the leather seat. it is cool, very much so. him, despise his bright red ensemble, too.Â
you chuckle, âit just doesnât match your costume,â you confess and he chuckles. âyou are like my very own james dean,â you turn your gaze back to him, âvery cool to me.â
his look softens, his hand offered to you and helping you when you get on the passenger sit. he speaks again :Â
âi promise to take care of you.â he whispers before letting your hand go gently. âi know a good restaurant a couple of blocks away.â you want to ask him if he doesnât feel a bit ridiculous wearing this. âare you comfortable?
you thank your past self for choosing a black short instead of a skirt to wear with your black top and boots, âyeah,â you nod. âthank you.â
the wind runs through his hair when he takes off his strawberry head. it takes your breath away instantly. he was already beautiful before but now, this is something beyond and different.Â
of course, his hair is pink.
âwouldnât like to see it flying, would we?â he jokes and you only blink, eyes following him as he gets behind the bike and puts the strawberry in the box. he takes a helmet and comes back to you.Â
he gets on the bike, so close to you when he turns around.Â
your world completely collapse when he puts the helmet on your head for you, âi only got one,â he speaks, eyes focused on his fingers adjusting the helmet. âdidnât know a pretty girl like you would let me carry her around, you know?âÂ
thankfully, the tinted visor can hide your blushing face. and your stupid smile. halasâ it canât hide your giggles.
âi saw it in a dream of mine,â you respond when he turns around. you embrace his waist, âi knew the trajectory of you life would be changed tonight.âÂ
heeseung laughs again.
as he starts the engine you whisper in his ear, âis it the part where you tell me to hold on tight?âÂ
âi think you are doing that already, doll,â he taps your hand.Â
and man, what a ride it was.
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brain empty only thought - TF141 are all dancers for magic mike in london and give their stage manager a private show
I love your brain anon đ© taking free liberties with whatever a show manager does here fyi lol but i also tried to watch an actual magic mike show but i turned into a blushing mess and had to stop halfway. Fair warning tho, iâve never written anything quite like this đ all of this is safe, sane and consensual
You are such a good stage manager to them, though, always ensuring everyone is on the same page, communications are going well, all props are set and the most important thing in your opinion; all the dancers are doing well. You always make sure there are plenty of drinks, theyâre well-slept and ready and-
You do so much for them, such a good stage manager. Itâs only right that they spoil you with a private show all carered to you, in a private room where they make you sit down on chair placed right in the middle.
Have you seen this choreography before? Yes. Are you in any shape or way ready to have Kyle kneel in front of you on one knee, gazing up at you like you are star, and spread your thighs open so he can nuzzle his face right between your tights? You arenât.
âSmell so fuckinâ good, pretty.â Gaz mumbles, groaning low against your skin.
Your face is flaming red, feeling him kiss the soft pudge of your thighs before he slides up with a wink so Johnny takes place on your lap, leather jeans tight on his ass and bulge. He takes your hovering hands, and places them on his thighs while he grinds against you, hips pressing together.
You can barely bite your noises back, clenching your thighs shut.
âNo staying silent, bonnie,â he croons, thumb rubbing your lips. You hadnât even realized your mouth was slack and open until he pushes his thumb in for a few seconds, and you obediently, impulsively, suck on it. His eyes darken, and he leans to kiss the corner of your lips, hovering over your lap. âGood girl.â
It takes everything in you not to whine out loud, drenched between your thighs.
When he moves off with another kiss, itâs Ghost who kneels in front of her, the music slower now, deeper. He takes her hands, kissing her palms through his mask and guiding her hands to the buttons of his silk button-up that bared his defined collarbones already, scarred skin glowing the more you reveal of him.
God, you want to bite him so badly.
âLook at me, doll.â He orders, and you so easily obey you can see the crinkle in his mask. Like a snake, Ghost twists his body so his back is across your knees, shoulders and head on your lap, peering up at you with his legs spread and holding his body up.
âSi-â you whine at last, resolve breaking. He pulls your hands down his shoulders, and you take the hint by caressing his pecs, his abs, the strong muscles taut under your exploring hands. Feeling just a little bold and knowing he doesnât mind, your fingers tease along his belt.
âHeâs so fucking handsome, isnât he?â Captain Price croons behind you, big hands settling on your shoulders, dipping into your blouse to toy with your bra straps. âAll my boys are. But youâre our girl, arenât you? Our pretty, beautiful girl, always working so hard for us. My boys adore you, sugar.â
Your mouth dries up, staring up at him, hands still on Ghost. âIâŠâ
âNo words needed, doll.â he scoffs, smug the way only a man who knows how easily he can command a room can be. His hands leave your skin and before you can pout, heâs reaching under your thighs to carefully pull you up while still being mindful of Simon. He sits in your chair, you on his lap and Ghost still under your touch. âLet us spoil you, yeah?â
And who are you to even think about saying no to such a beautiful, tempting offer?
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Nugget Update (MV1)
sumary: y/n's always giddy after getting a nugget update, sure she loves her best boy, but it also has something to do with the cat sitter sending the updates
driver!reader x cat sitter!max verstappen -> habs incoming... series masterlist
cw: not fia approved words, a bit of lance hate (I don't actually hate him), mutual pinning, the grid teasing the reader, lot of appearances from the reader's cat, kissing, kinda mean!reader (to the grid)
wc: 4.1k
a/n: this is my first time writing in 2nd person so bear with me. also, I low key hate this and it may be shit. not proof read!
âWell arenât you a ball of sunshine?â A voice called out, disturbing the peace - or the closest thing to peace you could have near a Formula 1 track.
Your gaze snapped up, eyes narrowing as you took in the man standing on the entry of the RedBull garage. âHello, Charles,â you replied, a teasing bite obviously heard in your voice as you crossed your arms over your chest. âI know you wanted to experience what a successful garage looks like but I thought Ferrari had a better hold on you.â
Charles laughs, his eyes crinkling as his lips stretch into a smile. Teasing Charles was always a fun time but thatâs all it was, just a bit of fun. It never stretched into something meaner, just two people showing affection by teasing each other.
Charles had been your very first real friend on the grid. The first to offer his hand with a smile and genuinely mean it. The first to congratulate you on a win after getting out of the car or the first to say that the next race would be better. Really, he was your best friend, but you would never tell him that or it would go to his head.
âFunny, very funny.â He said, his accent thick. His eyes slid around the motor home until finally meeting your own. âLot of drivers are going out for drinks, came by to invite you.â
âI donât Charles,â you started to say, going through your mental list of excuses, searching for the best one to use to avoid this social interaction.
âOh come on!â He whined, rolling his eyes. He gave you a look that let you know you could stop thinking about an excuse because he wasnât going to be buying it. âWe wonât stay that long and itâs night race tomorrow so you donât need to wake up at the crack of dawn.â
You pressed your lips together, the lip gloss previously applied making them slide against each other easily.Â
Charles kissed his teeth, nodding his head along. Fine, heâll play the game. âSome of the WAGâs are coming as well.â
âAre you really trying to lure me out by promising female company?â
âIs it working?â
âEh,â you shrugged your shoulders. âWill you pay my tab?â
Charles scoffed. âPay your tab?â He asked, sounding as if you had asked him for his firstborn. âYouâre filthy rich! You have a bigger salary than me!â
âYeah, they do pay world champions a bit extra, comes with the title.â You replied, grinning at him, a wide teasing grin, your eyes twinkling.Â
âFine whatever, Iâll pay your tab.â He said, raising his hands in surrender. âNow go take that suit off and shower, you look disgusting.â
âYou look like a trash can threw you up!â
âIt threw me up because it saw you!â Charles shouted back in response, his back already turned to you as he walked away, back to the Ferrari garage.Â
And thatâs how you ended up in the bar, an hour later. Squished in the not too comfortable and definitely not meant to sit so many people, booth. With Georgeâs girlfriend Carmen on your left, and Pierreâs girlfriend Kika on your right, and deep in conversation with both of them.Â
You feel your phone vibrate under your hand on the table, and the screen lights up, showing off your wallpaper, a picture of your beloved cat Nugget.
You tune off from the conversation the moment the message arrives, grabbing your phone and pulling it in towards you. Your face lights up, lips stretching into a smile as your eyes focus on the sender ID. Maxie.
Or rather Max. The very cute guy who was your cat sitter whenever you were out and about in the world, chasing the racing track.Â
With a quick move of your fingers, you swipe up, opening your phone and going into the message app. Fingers quickly tapping along the screen of your phone as you type out your reply.
With a smile you closed the messages app, pressing your fingers against the button on the side of your phone, watching the screen go black before setting it face down onto the table. As you looked back up, Landoâs amused yet teasing expression caught your eye.
You leaned forward against the table, pressing your hands to the wooden surface as you attempted to get a bit closer to the driver on the other side of the table. âWhy are you looking at me like that?â
âOh nothing,â he said with a laugh. âJust wondering who youâre texting, thatâs all.â He intertwined his fingers, elbows pressed against the table and leaned forward as well. âYou were all grumpy cat but then you get a message and suddenly youâre all smiles.â
âGrumpy cat?â You scoff, rolling your eyes at the McLaren driver. âIâm not a grumpy cat. And for the record, that was Nuggetâs babysitter and he was sending me a picture of Nugget.â
Lando laughs, thereâs a twinkle in his eyes that tells you he wants to say more but he holds himself back. âCan I see? I havenât seen the orange gremlin in so long.â
âThatâs very mean,â you say, opening your phone to show him the picture, that Max had sent you. âNugget would never say that about you.â
âThatâs because Nugget canât speak.â He looks at the screen and his lips twist upward in a smirk. âWhoâs Maxie?â
You breathe out through your nose, teeth digging into your bottom lip. When you speak your voice is sharp, it leaves no room for questioning things or an invite to ask more questions. âThe cat sitter.â
âIâm sure thatâs all he is.â Lando laughs when you show him your middle finger before settling back into your seat and returning to the previously abandoned conversation with the two WAGâs.
The race went pretty smoothly, as always. Starting from pole, keeping the lead the whole race and with a 20s gap to car in P2. Everything after that was pretty much a blur, the interviews, partying through the night with the grid and boarding the jet early in the morning.
The sun already started setting by the time you made it to Monaco. With a sigh you rummaged through your bag, blindly feeling around the stuff inside before your fingers finally wrapped around the keys.
Opening the apartment door you walked inside, gently laying down your suitcase as your eyes settled on the scene in your living room. Right there, laying on your couch, in deep sleep, and cuddling your cat is Max Verstappen.Â
His hair had fallen over his eyes and the position heâs in looks rather uncomfortable, youâre sure his body will be aching when he wakes up. His chest was raising and falling with each breath he took, little sighs slipping past his lips. Nugget was cuddled up to him, curled in a ball.
You looked at him for a few moments before starting to move around as quietly as possible, not wanting to wake him up.Â
Max had been cat sitting for you for a while now. Half of last season and now half of this one so almost a year. He was a sweet, kinda shy, mostly nerdy guy you ran into in a coffee shop and spilled his coffee. You offered to buy him a new one and he joined you for the coffee and you got to talking when he said he was looking for a job so you offered him to become your pet sitter.
At that point you really did need someone to look after your cat while you were gone, since you had broken up with your ex who usually took care of Nugget while you were away. And you couldnât leave Nugget with your parents since your father was allergic to cats.
Now, your best friend who had been working in a different country had returned to Monaco and said sheâd be more than happy to look after Nugget - but you wanted to keep Max around.Â
Already having grown used to coming home after a race weekend to find him there, just existing in your space.
Nuggetâs whiskers twitch, his eyes opening and he pulls himself away from Max, stretches out and then trots over to you, rubbing his head against your leg affectionately while purring. He let out a happy, albeit a bit too loud, meow when you picked him up and on the other side of the room Max began stirring from his sleep.
He opened his eyes, a bit confused, and rubbed his knuckles against his eyes to wake up, blinking a few times as his eyes adjusted to the light filling up the room.Â
âYouâre back,â he says, his voice is gentle, still sleepy and a bit quiet. His eyes meet yours and he offers you a sweet smile that has you immediately smiling back at him. âDidnât mean to fall asleep, sorry about that.â
âOh no, itâs no problem,â you reply, running your hand over Nuggetâs fur as the cat lay happily in your arms. âYou can use the guest bedroom if youâre tired, you know. The couch may be expensive but that doesnât mean itâs comfortable for sleep.â
âI didnât want to overstep,â Max said, pulling himself up into a sitting position. You approached the couch and sat down, the cat nestling in your lap and purring in content. Max smiled, reaching out his hand and petting Nugget.
âNonsense Max, youâre not overstepping.â You cut him off, leaving no room for argument. You always told him to feel at ease in your apartment, that he was welcome to any food in the fridge and free to use the guest room as he pleased but even after all this time there was still a slight air of awkwardness backed up by the fear of going a bit too far.
Maxâs eyes settled on you, your own focused on your cat so you didnât notice him looking. He watched the way you cooed at Nugget, asking if he was a good boy while you were away and petting him gently, and his lips stretched into a small, careful smile.
He spoke before thinking. The words left his mouth before he even finished the thought inside of his head. âI watched the race,â he said, and your eyes instantly snapped up to meet his. He swallowed, already too deep to back down. âIt - â he licked his lips, trying to decide his next words, feeling like his tongue had tied itself up in a knot. âYou were spectacular. It was lovely ⊠simply lovely.â
You let out a breath, the corners of your mouth twisting upwards and you gave him a thankful look. Max swore he could feel his heart beating in his throat, and felt his cheeks heat up. âThank you,â you said, your voice gentle, holding a comforting tone. âIâm glad you enjoyed it. And itâs nice - knowing you watched.â
âIt is?â
You bit your lip, teeth scraping against you bottom lip as you looked at him, your brain running faster than the Sauber (like itâs hard) as you tried to come up with a response. âItâs kind of comforting,â you finally said, after what felt like a small forever.
You hummed, looking down at your nails. âI was thinking about bringing Nugget with me to the next race. Itâs been a while since he was in the paddock.â
âOh,â Max said, an edge of confusion noticeable in the tone of his voice. âDoes that mean that you donât need me coming over next week?â
âActually, I was hoping you would come with.â You say, before you can talk yourself out of making the proposition.
Max tilts his head to the side, kind of like a confused cat and you try your best not to giggle at the mental image. âIâm not sure Iâm following.â
âIf you wanted to attend the Grand Prix,â you tell him, running the edge of one of your nails along your skin. âCuzâ Iâm still gonna need someone to look after Nugget, and you do that in general so this would just be an added bonus of traveling.â
Max is silent for a few moments and you think heâll decline. You wouldn't fully blame him if he did, you know what the pressure of the paddock can be like. Youâre about to open your mouth, tell him that ânever mind, it was a stupid idea anywayâ and put him out of the trouble of finding a polite way to decline when he finally speaks.Â
âI suppose, if you want me to then yeah, Iâll come along to watch Nugget.â He says, trying to ignore the nervous feeling building up in his chest when you smile at him, a wide happy smile that makes him instantly smile back.
âGreat!â You said, the excitement evident in your voice. âSomeone from the team will contact you in a while to arrange the tickets and leave the rest to me.â Max nods, he doesnât trust himself to speak, not with the way his throat is closing up and it makes him feel like he canât breathe.
âLook at you all giggly,â Charles teased, gently pushing your shoulder with his hand. He wiggled his eyebrows, a laugh slipping past his lips as you glared at him.
âCharles, why donât you turn around and flash your pretty face to the crowd.â You said, rolling your eyes. You looked at the stadium full of people who were shouting out for their favorite drivers, waving banners and cheering happily. You smiled towards the stadium and lifted your hand up, waving your fingers to the public. âGive them a wave.â
âSee, I always knew you thought I was pretty,â Charles replied, waving at the public. The two of you and the rest of the grid were in a wagon, going around the track for the drivers parade, so essentially you were stuck with him for at least five more minutes. âNow, do tell whoâs got you smiling like that.â
âIs it Maxie?â Lando asked, the teasing tone evident in his voice. He pushed himself closer to you and Charles, inserting himself into the conversation.Â
âDidnât your mom teach you not to eavesdrop?âÂ
âNo, no!â Charles said, shaking his head as he waved his hand dismissively as you, his full attention now focused on Lando. âWhoâs Maxie?â
Lando smiled at him, his eyes sparkling with mischief. âThe cat sitter,â he said in a sing-song kind of voice.Â
âThe one you brought to your garage?â The Ferrari driver asked, his attention back on you. âThe pretty one.â
âHold up!â Lando almost shouted, raising his hands. âYou brought him with you to the Grand Prix?!â
âI didnât ⊠well I did bring him.â You said with a sigh, there was no escaping this now. âBut itâs not like that. Heâs here to watch Nugget.â
âAnd for you to watch him - because boy that is one good arm candy.â
âCharles, your homosexual is showing,â you warned.
âBut youâre not denying it,â Charles noted, giving you a smirk.
You rolled your eyes at him but finally gave in. âYes, Iâm not denying it.â
You stepped back into the motor home, your eyes immediately searching for Max and finally you found him talking to your lead engineer. As you approached the two you could start to hear their conversation and quickly realized they were talking about how the car worked and what went on behind the scenes at a Grand Prix. You found it cute that Max was interested in that.
His eyes met yours and his face lit up, the corners of his mouth twisting upwards into a smile. âYouâre back!â He said, âAfter terrorizing everyone around and getting pets, Nugget decided to settle down for a nap. Heâs in your driver's room.â
Max gave you a wink after saying that and you had to hold in a giggle. You excused yourself to go to your driverâs room, with Max following behind you. The first thing you noticed when you went inside was Nugget, curled up on the massage bed and sleeping without a care.
The next thing that grabbed your attention was a dozen pastries lined up on a small table next to the couch. They were all individually wrapped in tissues.
âMax,â you said, picking up one of the pastries and unwrapping it. âI really did mean only one pastry, you know?â You bit into the chocolate filled pastry, moaning at the taste of a treat you werenât usually allowed to have when it was race week. âMy trainer will strangle me if he sees.â
âI swear, no one saw anything.â Max said, shuffling over to the couch and sitting down. âI was sneakier than Nugget when heâs stealing my food.â
âOh, now thatâs a very serious claim.â You told him with a laugh, his own laugh echoing back. You picked up one of the wrapped pastries and offered it to him. âTake one, or five. Thereâs no way Iâm eating it all.â
He takes the pastry youâre offering him, his fingers brushing against your own as he takes it from your hand, sending sparks of electricity down your spine. After a second of hesitation you sit down next to him, the two of you eating the treats in comfortable silence.
His thigh nudges against yours and you turn to face him, finding that heâs already looking at you. He smiles and you donât hesitate to smile back.
The practices go great, P2 in FP1, P1 in FP2 and P1 in FP3.Â
The qualifying is where a slight setback shows up, with quali being ended early due to a crash and a red flag, putting you in P10 for the start of the race tomorrow. Â
Once the car had rolled back into the pits you wasted no time getting out, putting the steering wheel back into place before storming into your driverâs room.Â
You pulled your helmet off, fingers curling into the bottom of your balaclava as you pulled it off, throwing it next to your helmet before bringing your hands up to smooth down your hair.Â
âIâm not in the fucking mood, Pepe.â You said without turning around, assuming it was your race engineer coming to talk about the outcome of qualifying. âFucking Lance and his fucking money made seat - if that little frog screws up another quali, Iâll be the one crashing him out.â
âIâm not Pepe,â the other person in the room says and you instantly turn around, your eyes wide as they meet Maxâs blue ones. âAnd Iâm certainly glad Iâm not Lance.â
You looked him up and down, eyes trailing over his figure. You took notice of Nugged, cuddled up in his arms and looked at you curiously, and reached your hand out to pet the cat, a long breath slipping past your lips.Â
âSorry,â you said with a shrug of your shoulders. âI didnât really mean for you to hear that.â
Max barely heard what you were saying. Too distracted by the sight of you for his brain to properly register your words. Your skin was slightly glistening with sweat, an imprint from where your helmet and balaclava had dug into your skin still visible on your flushed cheeks. Your messy hair, and your chest raising and falling with each breath you took as you were still working on catching up your breath.
Max blinked, finally snapping out of his thoughts and focusing his attention back to what you were saying. âThey should have let you finish the lap.âÂ
âI agree but sadly thatâs not how it works.â
Max nodded along, not really knowing what to say to that so he switched to the next topic. âI ran into your friend. He invited you, and me, out for drinks. I think it would be nice to go, you seem like you need a drink.â
âYeah, I definitely do.â You replied, taking Nugget from his arms and into your own, stroking down the catâs body. âWhich friend?â
âUh,â Max started, thinking of a way to describe the guy since he couldnât remember his name. âWears red, pretty, sounds French.â
You laughed, smiling at him. âThatâs Charles. I hope you didnât tell him he sounds French, he gets offended by that.â
âThen itâs great I kept it to myself.â
You laughed in reply, putting Nugget down to the floor, the cat immediately moving to a cozy corner and curling up into a ball on the floor, shutting his eyes. âThe hotel is right next to the track, you can take Nugget back while I shower and then we can go - if you want to.â
âSounds like a deal,â Max replied with a smile.
You showered and put on a clean set of clothes just in time to meet Max after he finished dropping Nugget back to the hotel, leaving him with toys, food and water. The two of you made your way to the bar to join the rest of the grid for a night out.Â
Some of the drivers were playing pool while their girlfriends were engrossed in a conversation so that left you and Max sitting together, sharing drinks and talking.
âI just âŠâ you started, cracking your fingers. âI donât know, this quali really messed up my mood and I was riding on such a high after the practices going well. It all feels shit now.â
âMaybe you just need more motivation for the race.â Max offered, drinking the rest of the liquor from his glass in one go.Â
âYou have something in mind, Maxie?â You asked, the nickname slipping past your lips without a thought now that youâve had a few drinks.Â
âHow about a kiss if you get on the podium?â He said, his voice suggestive. Normally he never would have dared to say something like that but the alcohol courage really worked wonders.Â
Your eyes widened, clearly not expecting him to be so bold or to suggest that. He took your reaction as a bad sign, immediately straightening up as a wave of dread quickly sobered him up.
âIâm sorry,â he gasped out, the expression on his face shifting into a panicked one. âThat was stupid. It was thoughtless. It was -â
âA great motivation,â you cut him off, putting a finger up against his lips to silence him. âIt was a great motivation.â
His cheeks burned as his eyes met yours. He looked so vulnerable, his bright eyes impossibly wide. âYeah?â
âYeah!â
âOne more corner to go but youâre in the clear,â Pepeâs voice echoed over the radio. You blinked, your eyes focused on the track before you, the checkered flag already visible along with your team gathering in the front. âThatâs P1, Y/n. Phenomenal drive today, you deserved it!â
âThank you,â you said, your voice breathless as you moved your hands, going through the last corner and speeding towards the finish line. âThank you, Pepe.â You repeated, swallowing your spit. âIt was lovely, simply lovely.â
You put the car into P1, getting out and posing for a picture on top of your car. You could hear the shouts, the cheers, the celebration. You took off your helmet, ripping off your balaclava and putting them both into the car before turning around to face the team, eyes searching for a particular face.Â
Finally, you spotted Max. Standing besides your engineer, a proud expression on his face as he looked at you with a wide smile. You didnât hesitate, feet moving before you could think and then you were in front of him, grabbing his shirt and pulling him down, smashing your lips into his.
The kiss was desperate, both of having waited long enough for it. He wrapped his arms around you, the best he could with the fence between you, kissing you back with need.Â
You finally pulled away when you felt your lungs burning from the lack of oxygen, learning your forehead against his. Nothing else mattered, not the public, not the team, not the celebration. Only him, finally yours.
âSimply lovely, right?â You asked, your voice breathless.
âSimply lovely!â Max repeated back to you, before kissing you once again. And he really did mean it - everything was simply lovely.
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New City, New Life
5k celebration âChoose your own adventureâ story
Minotaur x fem!readerâfingering, exhibitionism, rough sex, marking, light spanking, light throat squeezing
Pt1 Pt2
You were stuck blindly walking around your new office building. Not realizing when you made the decision to look for your Minotaur Boss that you have no idea where his office is. Plus, it didnât help that you could barely stand on your own two feet or that your head was still a big foggy and clouded over with undeniable lust.
The promise of your hot Wolf Hybrid neighbor ringing in your ears. Heâd take you next time. And boy, you couldnât wait for the day. Maybe heâd bring his friends again. The idea of trying out all those different cocks that had cum all over your body only minutes ago has you only growing dizzier. Fuck, who are these people youâve been meeting? No one usually acts like this, do they?
As you walk into an open office area, you grow more and more confused. So many doors. So many places your bossâ office could be. You whirl around to ask for help, but end up tripping over your own feet in the process. A small helpless yelp leaves you as you go tumbling.
But just as quickly as you were about to accept your face and make a total ass of yourself in front of your new coworkers, a pair of strapping arms curl around your plush waist, stopping you from falling. Those same arms pull you in, snapping your hips against theirs. A weak moan falls past your lips and you pathetically melt into the stranger.
You couldnât help it as their delicious scent washes over you. Oh, you could just burrow into it. Itâs then you realize your eyes had closed from the impending fall. They flutter open and immediately look up to greet your savior. You wanted to thank him, but fuck, his sheer beauty just blew you away. You had never seen a more gorgeous Bunny Hybrid in your life and you were briefly distracted in your quest for your boss.
âHey beautiful, no need to throw yourself at me. Couldâve just taken me right here,â the Bunny Hybrid Secretary said smoothly, his lips pulled into a panty-dropping smirk.
âHuh?â
âIâm the Minotaur Bossâ secretary and he prefers it if I do all my work here. He likes to watch,â the Bunny Hybrid purrs. He tugs you around, pinning your back against his desk.
A small squeak leaves you and your mind immediately falls into the dirtiest depths. His words conjuring so many naughty images in your head that youâre positive he didnât mean to allude to. Yet your vision blurs with lust anyway. There must be something in the air of this city, you swear youâre not always like this.
Then the rest of his words begin to register and you try to blink the fog from your mind.
âT-the boss, thatâs it! Do you know where his office is? I need himâ need to see him immediately,â you say desperately, hands flying to the secretaryâs hips. His smirk widens at your touch and he leans more into you.
âOh, so you like it hard and rough, huh? You must be really needy if youâre willing to see him. You only go in there if youâve been really bad⊠or really good. But I can take care of you, baby. Thatâs what Iâm here for.â
âPlease, I really need his help,â you beg shamelessly. His eyes flash with interest and for a moment you think heâs about to ignore your request all together and keep you pressed against him.
But then his bottom lips juts out into a pout and he releases you. Even going so far as to dramatically turn his back to you and cross his arms. Acting as if all his interest is suddenly gone. Though a quick glance down reveals otherwise.
âFine, you donât want me? Then have him! Heâs right over there and heâs inside. Good luck,â he huffs and points just across from where the desk sits.
You glance back once more at the Bunny Hybrid Secretary. The urge to go back and show him just how badly you do want him tugs at your chest. But no, this is your job. This is your place of work and today is supposed to be your first day. Definitely not the time. You didnât think it was anyway.
What you really needed was to find the headhunter who got you hired and finally get to work. In his previous emails he had always mentioned needing to see how well you performed for him. Whatever that meant. But getting in touch with your new boss had to be the best way to find him.
Just as youâre about to knock on his office door you hear a gruff âget in here!â The sound has you jumping in your bones. But your body starts to tingle at the demanding tone of his voice. You brace yourself while opening the door and you know you made the right choice as you walk in. You silently curse under your breath. Why the hell is everyone so damn hot in this city?
Your Minotaur Boss sits behind his desk, his features drawn down into a stern expression. His imposing form appearing almost big as the desk and it has your panties flooding with arousal. His tight suit hugs his raging muscles so deliciously. But what really catches your eye is the silver ring hanging from his snort. A perfect combination of man and beast and it has you weak in the knees.
âHello, sir, Iâmââ
âI know who you are. Youâre the new hire,â Minotaur boss says, slowly standing up in a way that has you ready to get down on your knees.
He walks around his desk, beginning to lightly pace as if surveying his prey. His hot amber eyes searing into yours.
âOnly your first day and already causing such a disruption in my office.â
âIâm sorry, itâs just been such a hectic morning,â you try and excuse, not recognizing the shakiness or huskiness of your own voice. But Minotaur Boss sure does. He turns to face you, growing impossibly taller as he closes in.
The furious heat, the need, rises up within you once again and a whimper slips past your lips. The tension within the office is stifling and you swear youâre about ten seconds from either jumping his bones or dashing out the door. Given youâre sure you canât do either, you opt for glancing down at your feet. But Minotaur Boss hooks a hoofed finger under your chin and forces you to meet his gaze.
âAnd you donât think weâve all had the same morning you did? Yet we come here and appear professional and put together.â
While you donât think everyone in the office has had quite the same morning as you, you get his point. Kind of. You try and pay attention to what heâs saying but all you can focus on is the fact that his face is so close that his small huffs of breath fan your face. His lips so very close to your own. You start to revise the idea of jumping his bones.
âYes, sir,â you reply slowly, your speech a bit slurred as you feel drunk off his vicinity. His sheer dominating presence washing over you and begging you to submit.
Minotaur Boss smirks as if he knows exactly what heâs doing to you. Itâs like heâs almost doing it on purpose. But no, that canât be. He couldnât want you as much as you find yourself desperately wanting him. You two just met. That would be too soon for anyone else.
âNow I think you need to learn your lesson about what happens to naughty little whores like you when they act up here,â Minotaur Boss snaps, his rough voice tickling your senses and turning you on more than imaginable.
Your eyes widen at him but before you can even respond heâs flipping you around and pressing you into the glass wall of his office. You gasp as youâre immediately met with a view of the entire office. You can see them as much as they can see you right now.
Minotaur Boss yanks down your clothes, exposing your wet pussy to the cold air. You shiver against the glass. White hot shame bubbles up in your belly as you look out into the office. Some of the workers watch on, others give passing glances, and even Bunny Hybrid Secretary mouths âI told you so.â But none of them look surprised. Like this is a normal occurrence for them. For some reason that only has your thighs growing more slick with arousal.
You jump as your bossâ thick hoofed fingers glide through your pussy, spreading you wide and catching every little bit of slick thatâs gathered. He chuckles darkly and removes fingers, only to moan a second later. The clear sounds of slurping reach your ears and you know heâs tasting you on his fingers. You wanna see that so badly yet youâre frozen against the glass, not wanting to move without his permission.
He hums happily at your obedience and his fingers quickly return to your soaked cunt, rubbing your clit in tight circles. You feel his frame hover over yours and you immediately melt into his embrace. His free hand holds your hip, giving you silent permission to use his strength and get absolutely weak for him. As you sink against him his fingers sink right into your tight heat. A long mewl leaves you at the stretch from his fingers alone. He doesnât hesitate to start pumping his fingers inside you, curling them at just the right moment to get your hips jerking and meeting his thrusts. A soft rumble moves through your bosses chest.
âI can tell your pussyâs been used well here, so willing to let me in. This cityâs been treating you good, hunny.â
You moan weakly, eyes squeezing shut. The way he so bluntly calls you out has you clenching around his fingers. He growls under his breath and picks up his pace, hand snapping into your sopping cunt with brute force. Fingers curling and scissoring you open wide for him. You cry out, body writhing against him. How this man knows your every weak point is beyond you. He hits every sweet spot along your gummy walls he can find and your orgasm builds quickly.
Looking out into the office again you see more people stopping their work to watch you. You canât help but hide away into the warm chest of your Minotaur Boss. A carful of people was one thing but an entire office felt a bit more daunting. But the way your boss didnât even seem to care turned you on more than you realized. You quickly find yourself on the edge. Feeling your pussy spasm against his fingers, your boss quickly slips his fingers out.
Before you can let out a single complaint, your boss is stuffing his slick covered fingers deep in your open mouth, silencing you. You let out a noise of surprise but listen to him and focus on cleaning his fingers of you instead of talking. His hand on your hip leaves and you hear the soft clanging of a belt unbuckle. Sparks shoot down your spine and straight to your throbbing core.
When Minotaur Boss pushes his thick cock head through your wet folds youâre already pushing back. A playful shriek leaves you as his tip nudges at your entrance. Your bossâ hands both move to rest on your hips and he teases you, pushing his tip in little by little. You instinctively clench around him, trying to suck him in. He clicks his tongue at you
âWhat a naughty pussy you got here, hun. Think Iâm gonna have to teach it some fucking manners,â he says and slams his entire length inside of you in one solid stroke.
Your back arches unnaturally, jaw dropping in a silent scream. But you donât even get a second to process the sensations coursing through you as his hips snap back, starting at a brutal pace. Your hands shoot out to brace yourself against the glass but your boss instantly snatches your hands and holds them behind your back. He smushes you against the glass, your body wetly smacking against it with each brush.
âOooohâ nnghâ god! Oh god! Fuck,â you wail, eyes rolling back into your head as he sends your body buzzing.
Minotaur Boss laughs wickedly and you moan again, loving how he uses you. Ready to open your mouth and release more obscenities, your boss shuts that down with a firm smack on your ass and you merely help in response. He smacks your ass again.
âLouder! I wanna fucking hear you, hunny! Gotta welcome everyone in the building with your sweet sweet moans,â he growls, picking up pace, his cock slamming inside you.
Every deep snap of his hips nudges against your cervix and has your eyes crossing. You weakly try and move back against his thrusts but he keeps you pinned against the glass wall of his office. Forcing you to show off every inch of what heâs doing to you to the whole room. And you donât dare wait a moment before listening to his demands. Your moans echoing off the walls and grating against your ears till youâre sure the whole building can hear you. Every smack of his hand on your ass has you growing even louder.
âH-how can this be so bad but so good? The boss fucking a subordinate. The entire office watching and touching themselves. How does no one get in trouble?â You shout in ecstasy, your eyes flickering to your coworkers whoâve started touching themselves. Some even moving to fuck each other too. Your boss nuzzles into your neck, lapping up your sweat.
âOne of the benefits of living in a free use city, baby,â your boss says with another taunting laugh that has your toes curling. But you have no clue what heâs talking about. Itâs hard to focus with his cock hammering itself inside your sopping cunt.
âA what?â
âFree use city. Means I can take you whenever and wherever I want. And you can do the same to me or anyone,â Minotaur Boss growls his weak explanation. But itâs hard for him too with your pussy clenching and fluttering around his girth.
Even with the brief explanation your mind spins. Not understanding what the hell is going on. You moved into a free use city? How was that not on any of the brochures the headhunter had given you. He just sent you into this place completely blind.
âBut I didnâtâŠâ
Minotaur Boss catches your expression. One of his hands curl around your throat and tilts you back. Your spine arches with it and you moan weakly as your boss slides into your cunt at a new angle, his cock brushing along your sweet spot with each jerk of his hips.
âYou saying you didnât know?â
All you can you is faintly shake your head, your eyes lost in a haze of confusion and lust. Your cunt once again spasms around his girth and he knows youâre getting close again. His own expression shifts, eyes twinkling with mischief as his hand squeezes around your throat.
âWell what a treat for you, eh? Now prove to me how much you belong here and cum all nice and pretty on my cock.â
As if your body was waiting for his command, your belly tightens and the cord snaps as you start coming on his cock. Your juices spraying all over the glass wall as your body thrashes in his hold. Minotaur Boss, as always, maintains a solid grip on you. Fucking up into you through your orgasm until he follows soon after and cums deep inside you, shooting buckets of his hot semen in your belly.
Minotaur Boss works with an efficiency fit for a boss as he slips out of you and gets to work cleaning you up. All you can do is pant heavily against the glass, your mind still whirling from the revelation. Everything that had happened to you since yesterday suddenly making a lot more sense.
But none of the information you had about this place mentioned it being a free use city. Should you have done your own research? You guess so. But the truth about this place shouldnât have been hidden either. This was all because of your headhunter⊠and you were finally gonna get answers. You struggle to push off the glass and turn to your boss, once again fully clothed.
âWhereâ where can I find the headhunter who hired me? I need⊠to seeâ to talk to him immediately,â you stammer over your words, still trying to pick yourself back up again.
Minotaur boss settles back in his desk chair, leaning back and looking more than satisfied. But amusement quickly joins in as it dances in his eyes. Clearly finding your situation hilarious. He points down the room and you follow the line of it to a door marked âConference room D.â
âIn the conference room but, uh, he might be a little busy at the momentâŠâ
With your destination in sight strength pours back into you. Your legs stop shaking and you stand up a little bit taller. Maybe itâs all the anger flowing through you but you let it propel you forward. Readying to give your headhunter a piece of your mind. And maybe a piece of something else tooâŠ
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pairing: pervy pope, jj, john b x reader
cw: sexual fantasies, the pogues being peeping toms, masturbation.
you are responsible for your own media consumption. welcome to kinktober day five. better late than never!
pope knew was he was doing was wrong. you were his neighbour for christs sake.
at the end of the day, he was but a manâ and whilst he had no intention of stooping to full pervert level like this, he had slipped up and bragged to the wrong people, AKA â jj maybank, about how his fine ass neighbour had a certain⊠routine, every friday night⊠and would leave her bedroom blinds open for it.
the regret fully kicked in when he opened his front door, seeing the excited expression on his two best friends faces.
âno. i shouldnât have told you.â is how pope greets them.
âdude itâs fine,â jj reiterates, easily moving past him in the entrance to his house with a clap on the shoulder, an only slightly less enthused john b following closely behind with an awkward but willing smile. âweâre not gonna watch. weâre just gonna⊠like â happen to glance out the window. while sheâs flickinâ the bean.â
âthats â that doesnât make it any more okay.â pope stresses, following his friends up to his bedroom.
âlook, she leaves her blinds open right? isnât that what you said? have you maybe considered that⊠possibly, and hear me out on this⊠she wants to be watched?â john b, usually the voice of reason finds it in himself to convince pope just that little more, wide puppy-like eyes doing most of the convincing. heâs probably the only reason pope hasnât grabbed them both by the scruff of the neck and hauled them out.
the night goes on, and honestly â the perverted plan is nearly forgotten about until their attention is brought to the window just across from popes, the lamp switching on as you arrived home from work. john b swivels on popes desk chair, nodding his head toward the sight with a whistle.
âoop, shows starting.â
âhoney, iâm home.â jj sings out in a high pitched voice, excited for whatâs to come.
âyouâre so much better than this, john b.â pope deadpans, double taking at jj as he switches off the lights to the bedroom sending them all into darkness. âwhat the hell?â
âdo you wanna get caught creepinâ on your neighbour? no? didnât think so.â
âyou done this before jayj?â thereâs a lilt of teasing to the brunettes voice as his blonde counterpart grabs a seat and drags it up beside him, the young adults gathered as they watch your figure dart around the room going about your nightly activities.
âshh.â
the boys curse, ducking down slightly when you suddenly appear at your window, fingers grazing the blinds. they stay deadly still in the dark, barely even breathing as to not draw attention to the fact theyâre gathered round to watch you. you look pensive, hesitant, like youâre about to draw the blinds and shut the world out and yet⊠you donât. you back away, leaving them open.
âhuh.â pope breathes, glancing at his wavy haired friend.
âlikes an audience. interesting.â routledge hums, voice deep and breathy.
you begin to undress, and they swear the air in the room gets thicker. peeling your leggings down your legs like theyâd been painted onto you for the day creates an audible reaction from your neighbour and his friends, jj even going as far as to stick his knuckle in his mouth.
âgod damn.â he garbles, earning a hum of agreement.
âoh you really lucked out here pope. the only neighbour i ever had was a 70 year old woman. trust me when she left her blinds open you look the other way.â john b doesnât remove his eyes from the scene as he recounts the anecdote, causing pope to screw up his face.
the truth was, pope did have his own fantasies and perversions. he told himself time and time again, he wasnât watching. he was at his desk first, you left your blinds open. visions of you at the library you worked at, helping him with research in that little mini skirt he saw you wear once. bending over to rummage shelves, sweet fat crescent of your pussy on display through your panties. pope would have no choice but to take you right there on the table behind the bookshelves, the two of you trying to stay quiet as he disappears between your thighs, seeking out that sweet nectarâŠ
when he snaps out of it, youâre already on the bed, in perfect eyeshot of the window. just you, that dim lamp that made your skin seem to glow, an oversized tshirt and some panties.
âyou guys donât feel wrong doing this?â pope speaks in a hushed voice like you might be able to hear.
âhow could something so right be so wrong, my friend?â jj pulls out a joint to stick into his mouth, only to have it plucked from his lips and tossed aside by the heyward boy.
âiâm drawing a line.â
âalright, thatâs fair.â
âyou guys are missing it.â john b hums, entranced by the way you palm at your tits through the top, eyes fluttering shut as your body starts to relax into the bed. âputting on a show for us.â
silence falls upon them finally as they stare, your hands trailing down to lift the hem of your shirt up and over your breasts, massaging the fat and plucking at the nipples.
âoh wow.â pope breathes, jj breaking out into a grin.
âthis is some american pie shit right here.â
âgrow up.â
âiâm just saying.â
it seems like forever before your hands reach down to your panties, fingers gingerly dusting over the thin fabric of what appears to be baby blue panties with a pink bow at the top centre. jj even swears he can see the gloss of your arousal on your open thighs from where heâs sat. you begin to rub yourself through the material, teasingly and you pull your bottom lip beneath your teeth, sucking in a breath.
âthâatta girl.â john b murmurs, and the air in the room suddenly feels too hot, too stifling. it wasnât this hot five minutes ago.
âits like i⊠canât look away.â pope justifies in just above a whisper, finally perching down to a more comfortable view, watching the way your head tosses side to side, back arching just that little bit as you try and find a better angle. patience leaves you, and youâre pulling the panties off all together.
âwould you look at that.â jj marvels, before glancing at his two friends. âyâall mind if i jerk off real quick?â
âwhat?â pope screws up his face, and john b glances at him.
âyeah, uh. i mind.â
âit canât wait?â pope adds, shaking his head and jj throws up his hands.
âi thought thatâs what we were doingâ here alright my bad!â he dodges john bâs disapproving swat, eyes wide. âoh thatâs where you draw the line? yâall are not real freaks.â
âno.â john b shakes his head, pope chiming in with a âthank god.â
but as their attention lands on you once more, your fingers sinking into that glossy hole â they begin to really reconsider their choice.
#jj maybank prompt#john b prompt#pope heyward prompt#thought we could use something light hearted on the blog#kinktober 24 âœ^âą â© âą^⌠âËâčâĄ
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iris
pairing:Â jj maybank x fem!reader
summary: jj maybank struggled all his life just to finally find home in your arms
warnings: fluff, slight angst at the start, no use of y/n, english isnât my first language
word count: 3.9k
a/n: bringing myself comfort after the spoilers for the final of s4. my baby boy deserved a lot more.
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goo goo dolls - iris
And I don't want the world to see me
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand
When everything's made to be broken
I just want you to know who I am
IT WAS SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT â something so profound that JJ couldn't begin to describe it in words. Yet, he felt it in every cell of his body, in the deepest, most secret corners of his soul. It was as if he was staring into the vastness of the universe, into the boundless, all-consuming darkness that had terrified him since childhood. But now... now it glowed with a hundred, a million, a billion tiny stars â simple, yet magnificent clusters of light that transformed everything in an instant. You became his universe, his everything, and in that moment, everything changed.
JJ would be lying if he said he didnât remember the exact moment â the exact second â he first met you. He remembered it vividly, like it was etched into his very bones, because that moment was his Big Bang. It was the spark that created the whole universe from nothing, with you as its center, pulling him into an orbit he never thought heâd find.
It was an ordinary day â at least, by JJâs standards. A typical day filled with drinking, weed, hanging out with Pogues, and the all-too-familiar beatings from his father. After the last one, all he craved was solitude â just to be alone, to fade into the nothingness. To disappear. To stop feeling the weight of pain, to stop wondering what he had done wrong, to stop seeing the pity in his friendsâ eyes whenever he showed up at the Chateau, bruised and broken.
For a fleeting moment, he wished he could stop being JJ Maybank â the lost, troubled boy everyone knew â and just be... himself. If only he knew who that was anymore.
It was night â a surprisingly cold summer night. The air carried a chill that seemed at odds with the warmth of the season, but even so, JJ found his haven between the soothing waves. The ocean cradled him gently, rocking him like a child in a motherâs arms, as if the water itself was trying to heal him. He lay on his stomach, his face dipping under the surface, seeking solace in the cool embrace of the sea, trying to drown out the swarm of thoughts buzzing endlessly in his mind.
How long had he been lying there? He couldnât say. Time had blurred into the rhythm of the waves, and for a moment, he didnât care. He didnât expect the next moment to be so... startling.
You stopped just a few meters away, your breath coming in quick, heavy gasps. Your hair clung to your face, and the water began to bite at your skin with its coldness. And yet, in that brief flash of moonlight, JJ swore heâd never seen anything more beautiful than you â divine, even. The glow of the moon reflected off the water, casting a silver sheen over you, making everything seem surreal. Your slightly parted lips, your wide eyes, all caught in the stillness of the night, made something inside him twist. At that moment, he realized something, something terrifying: he was a goner.
"What the hell?"
The words slipped out in unison, an awkward moment of shared surprise. You raised an eyebrow, the frustration and relief mixing in your gaze before you splashed water in his face.
"Are you asking me what the hell?" you said, voice tinged with disbelief. "You were literally floating face down! I thought you were dead!"
JJ blinked, caught off guard, and shook his head, sending droplets flying in every direction. He didnât respond immediately â his mind was still trying to catch up. He just stared at you, the way the moonlight danced on your skin, how the cold seemed to wash away everything else. There was something about you that both unsettled and comforted him, a mix he couldnât quite place.
"Yeah, well," he muttered, a half-smile tugging at the corner of his lips, trying to brush it off. "I wasnât, like, dead. I mean, not really." His voice was hoarse, raw with something he hadnât let anyone hear in a long time. It barely masked the emptiness heâd been drowning in just moments ago. "Just needed a swim. Didnât mean to scare you."
You crossed your arms under the water, rolling your eyes, but a soft smile played at the edges of your lips. "Just an ordinary midnight swim, huh?" you teased. But there was a knowing look in your eyes, like you could see through the mask. "I thought I was going to have to explain to the police tomorrow that some guy was found swimming in the ocean. âLocal girl finds body in the water,â you know? Not exactly the first week I imagined."
JJ raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite himself. "Wait... youâre new here?"
You nodded, brushing your wet hair from your face, a small sigh escaping you as you did. "Yeah, I moved here a few days ago. Needed to start fresh, I guess." Your gaze shifted toward the shore, distant, but not quite lost. "Thought the ocean might help clear my head."
He could relate to that, more than he wanted to admit. He nodded without thinking, something about you felt... different. "Yeah," he said softly, his voice almost vulnerable. "Outer Banks isnât paradise, but... it could be worse." The words slipped out before he could stop them, softer than he wanted, like a door that had been closed for too long suddenly creaking open. He hadnât expected to share anything, but with you, it didnât feel like sharing â it felt more like breathing.
The wind picked up, sending a chill over the water. You shivered slightly, pulling your arms tighter around yourself. JJ noticed, instinctively stepping closer, despite still standing in the water.
"Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gentle but laced with concern. "Cold night for a swim."
The irony of the moment wasnât lost on him â he, too, had come to the water to escape, to disappear. But with you standing there, he didnât feel quite as invisible. And that scared him more than he wanted to admit.
You shrugged, looking toward the shore, but your eyes softened. "Yeah, just... a tough day, I guess. I thought the water might help me forget for a little while."
A bitter laugh slipped from JJâs lips, and he didnât try to hide it. "Well, looks like you found the right company for that," he said, his words more raw than heâd intended. But somehow, it felt natural to talk like this, to say things he hadnât said to anyone in a long time. With you, it didnât feel so forced.
You turned toward him, your expression softening. There was understanding in your eyes â like youâd been there too. "Tough day too, huh?" you said quietly, your voice almost lost in the stillness of the night.
For a while, neither of you spoke. The world seemed to hold its breath, the ocean around you a calm, sacred space. In that silence, something passed between you â unspoken, but real. As if for that moment, you both shared something intangible, something neither of you could put into words.
Finally, you broke the quiet, your voice teasing but gentle. "So... are you always this mysterious, or did I just pick the perfect time to meet you?"
A laugh escaped him, more genuine than he expected. "Maybe a little of both." He let the silence stretch on, comfortable now. For the first time in ages, he felt seen, and it wasnât as frightening as he thought it would be.
It was ridiculous, he thought â how could a complete stranger, someone heâd just met in the middle of the ocean, at some ungodly hour, feel like they were filling a space inside him he never knew was empty?
But when he looked at you, he felt something shift, something deep inside. Something real. Something alive.
"JJ," he finally said, his voice breaking the silence. The sound of his own name felt unfamiliar, like a piece of himself he hadnât shared in too long.
You gave him a soft smile that reached your eyes, warm and knowing. "Nice to meet you, JJ."
AND THERE IT WAS â his universe had changed. The Big Bang.
After that night, JJ couldnât think about anything but you. Your presence consumed him, yet in a way that felt like coming alive for the first time. He found himself drifting into your orbit, again and again, as if fate itself had been guiding him toward you all along. But while he believed in fate, you thought it was just chance.
It wasnât long before JJ began to learn more about you, obsessing over every little detail. He learned that you loved spending your free time on the beach, reading books. Books that he had never bothered with before, but now he listened to them at double speed just to be able to talk to you about them. You had a habit of finding solace in the water, the way the waves seemed to ease the weight of the world from your shoulders. And he learned that you worked in a small diner on the Cut, a place that barely registered on anyone elseâs radar but was now a part of his daily life.
It became his mission to visit those places. To catch your eye, exchange a few words. He even went to some Save the Turtles event with Kie â something heâd never have attended before â just to see you, just to find a reason to talk.
He didn't know why he was so drawn to you. Why waking up felt a little easier when he thought about you. Why his days felt less suffocating when he could see you by the ocean, or feel your warmth when you wrapped him up in your arms. And most importantly â why, in a world where he wanted to stay invisible, he wanted you to see him. Because no one, not even the closest people in his life, had ever truly understood him like you did.
It might have sounded corny, but JJ knew you were different. He didnât want to undress you or get you into bed first, like he did with other girls. He wanted to talk to you. He wanted to know you. He wanted to be near you â not in a rushed, desperate way, but slowly, patiently, like the world had all the time for them. And that terrified him. Because everything in his life felt like it was bound to break, and he was scared of getting too close, only to watch it all fall apart.
But you made him feel like he was floating, like he was finally seeing the light at the end of a long, dark tunnel. And even if it didnât last forever, he would take it. It was worth it.
Because at some moment you became his safe place. His home.
JJ DIDN'T REMEMBER THE EXACT MOMENT HE FIRST CAME TO YOUR HOUSE, or why he couldnât go back to the Chateau after the latest fight with his father. He just knew that he had found his way to you. It wasnât a conscious choice. It was as if the universe had decided that, for once, he deserved peace. So, he climbed up to your balcony, hiding from the world, just to see you.
The moment he stepped inside, he felt the weight of everything lift from his chest. You didn't need to ask questions, you didnât need explanations. You just held him â no judgment, no demands. Just there. Your hands gently cupped his face, and in that simple gesture, everything felt easier. It was like you knew exactly how much he needed to be held together. The comfort in your touch was so raw, so real, that it felt like he could stay there forever and nothing would ever hurt him again.
"Hey, JJ," you whispered softly as you cleaned the cuts on his knuckles. "You're okay. It's just another day. We'll get through it."
Your words were soft, but they carried a weight. The kind of weight that made him feel like, maybe, for the first time in his life, he wasnât carrying all the burden on his own.
"Yeah, we will," he whispered looking in your eyes finding solace in it. "How'd your day go?" he asked quietly, almost as an afterthought, as you dabbed at a cut on his forehead.
You smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. âYou know, the usual. Serving coffee, cleaning tables... Same old stuff. But then again, itâs a good distraction.â
And JJ realized, right then, that this wasnât just about him. It wasnât just about the mess of his life. It was about the way you understood him without needing to understand everything. You were healing him, piece by piece, without even knowing it.
You were there, not because you had to be, but because you wanted to be. And when you laid him down in your bed, curling up beside him, you whispered about your day at work, your own small struggles. You shared your world with him, and somehow, it made his feel a little less heavy.
IT WASN'T LONG BEFORE JJ OPENED UP TO YOU, really opened up in a way he had never done before. It was a slow burn at first. He kept his distance, guarding you from the mess that was his life. But the longer he stayed, the more he realized that you were the one who saw him. All of him â the messed-up, broken parts that he tried so hard to hide from everyone else. And when he realized you werenât scared of that, he finally let go.
"I used to think that if I told you about my life, you'd leave," he admitted one night, his voice thick with raw emotion. "But... you didnât. You stayed."
You looked at him, your expression tender, your hands tracing the edge of his jawline. "I'm not going anywhere, JJ. Not unless you want me to."
And that was the moment he knew â he had found someone who understood him in a way no one ever had. No one ever would.
One night, after sharing stories and secrets until the stars outside had started to fade, you both found yourselves standing close, the air thick with unspoken words. There was a nervousness between you, but also a tenderness that neither of you had known before. JJ leaned in, and for the first time in what felt like forever, he kissed you.
It wasnât rushed. It wasnât desperate. It was soft, hesitant, and filled with the kind of understanding that only comes when two people truly see each other. His lips were warm against yours, the moment suspended in time. And as he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours, he whispered softly, âI donât want to be alone anymore.â
You didnât need to say anything in return. The truth was already in your eyes, in the way you pulled him closer, your hands tracing the lines of his back like you were memorizing him. He didnât need forever. He didnât need promises. He just needed this. You. Now. And that was enough.
THE EVENING WAS SETTLING INTO ITS QUIET RYTHM AT THE CHATEAU. The Pogues were scattered around, some laughing, some lost in their own thoughts, and some just lounging by the bonfire. The air smelled faintly of saltwater and smoke, the crackling warmth from the fire barely reaching the edge of the pier. The world felt suspended in a beautiful hush, as though the universe itself had exhaled, and for the briefest of moments, everything stood still.
But despite the presence of his friends, despite the fire, the laughter, and the constant noise that filled every corner of the Chateau, JJ was focused only on you. Your presence was like gravity, pulling him closer to something real, something tangible. You were his escape, his universe â shaped not by chaos and pain, but by a quiet peace he had never known until you.
"What are you thinking about?" you asked softly, lifting your head from his shoulder. Your voice was gentle, threading through the sea breeze that fluttered your hair, causing it to stray in wisps across your face. You frowned slightly as the breeze brushed against your skin, the hair teasing at your cheek in an almost playful, yet annoying way. He loved how you could get lost in these little moments, how even the simplest things seemed to pull you in.
JJ, ever the thinker, gazed out at the vast ocean, where the horizon was a delicate line between the fading light of the day and the endless mystery of the night. There was something about the sea â so unpredictable, so endless â that made him feel both small and infinite. It was like he could feel the weight of the universe pressing on his chest, but at the same time, it gave him a sense of freedom, of release.
He shook his head, not really having the words to explain the depth of his thoughts, of how you had become his entire universe in such a short time. He leaned down, brushing his lips against your forehead in a kiss that felt like a promise, like a quiet vow he was ready to keep forever.
"I love you," he said simply, the words falling so easily from his lips it startled him. It was like his heart had always known the truth, but now, with you, it could finally speak it. He turned to face you, his hands gently cupping your face, and pushed a strand of hair back behind your ear. Your hair had tangled slightly in the breeze, and his fingers brushed against the soft strands as if trying to keep you grounded in this moment.
You smiled up at him, your eyes warm with affection, and for a brief second, JJ wondered if he had been imagining all of this â the way your touch made him feel alive, how your laugh filled him with a joy that felt as though he was living in a dream. He had never been one to express his feelings out loud, never been able to put his heart on the line like that. But with you, everything felt different. Everything felt right.
"I love you, too," you whispered, the words barely escaping your lips, but JJ felt the weight of them â felt how real they were, how they shifted the space between you, making it smaller, warmer, more intimate. It was like the universe had shifted in that moment, like the stars aligned just for the two of you.
But you, ever the one to keep things light, laughed softly, breaking the moment in the most perfect way. Your laugh rang out like music, a melody he couldnât get enough of. "But everyone knows that, stupid! Itâs no secret that youâre head over heels in love with me," you teased, brushing his hair out of his eyes, as if trying to bring him back down from whatever cosmic place his mind had drifted to.
JJ chuckled, the sound deep and sincere. There was no pretense, no walls. Just the two of you, surrounded by the night and the ocean, and for the first time, he felt like he was exactly where he was meant to be. His smile was soft but real, and he kissed you once, gently, on the tip of your nose, then moved to the corner of your lips, then your cheek, your forehead, each kiss like a reassurance that this moment, this feeling, was real.
"You don't get it, do you?" JJ murmured, his voice a little more serious than the moment required. He let the silence stretch between you before continuing. "Itâs not just... about love, doll. Itâs about everything. Itâs the way you make me see the world in a way I never thought I would. The way you make me feel like... like Iâm enough." His voice softened with a vulnerability he hadnât known he could express. "Before you, everything was just a blur. I didnât even know how to be, to feel. But with you? Itâs different. You make me real, love."
You looked at him, your gaze tender, understanding. Your eyes softened, and without a word, you reached out and pulled him in for a tight hug. JJ rested his head against your shoulder, inhaling the soft scent of your skin, and for a moment, the world seemed to stop spinning. It was just the two of you, and for the first time in a long time, JJ felt truly alive.
He had spent so many years running from everything that hurt him, pushing away anything that could cause him pain. But in that moment, wrapped in your embrace, the fear was gone. There was nothing left but the two of you, standing on the edge of the world, with the ocean stretching out before you like an endless promise.
"I never thought Iâd say it," he whispered, his words coming out in a quiet rush. "But youâre my Big Bang. The thing that changed everything for me. Before you, it felt like I was drifting through the void, like there was nothing in this world worth holding on to. But now..." He pulled away slightly, looking at you with a newfound intensity. "Now, youâre my everything. You gave me a reason to stay."
Your fingers lightly brushed against his cheek, the touch so gentle it felt like a feather. You looked at him, eyes searching his face, and you smiled softly. "You don't have to be alone anymore, JJ. Youâve never been alone." Your voice was quiet, but the sincerity behind it struck him like a bolt of lightning. "We're in this together."
A small laugh escaped him, a sound that felt almost foreign but so freeing. The way you made him feel â like he was seen, understood, held â it was beyond anything he could have imagined. You were the gravity in his universe, pulling him in, holding him steady. And no matter how far out he drifted, he always knew he'd find his way back to you.
"You make me feel like the world is full of stars," he murmured, his gaze drifting toward the horizon. "Like everything thatâs ever happened to me â good or bad â led me to you. Like I was just waiting for you to come and show me what itâs like to be."
You grinned, a playful glint in your eyes. "Well, don't get too carried away, Maybank. Iâm not that amazing."
JJ smiled, but there was something raw in his expression, something that hinted at all the things he could never quite put into words. "You are," he said softly. "You are my everything. And for once, Iâm not afraid to let myself feel it."
The world stretched out before you, both of you standing at the precipice of something so beautiful, so uncertain, yet so undeniable. The stars above shimmered like tiny promises, like constellations forming their own quiet narrative about two souls finding each other in the vast, infinite expanse of the universe. And in that moment, the ocean, the stars, the wind, and the night itself seemed to pause, holding its breath.
"I love you. So much," JJ whispered again, his voice filled with the certainty that had settled deep within him. It was simple, but it was everything. The words echoed, not just through the air, but through his heart, through his bones, reverberating in a way he never thought was possible. And as the night embraced them both, they realized that they had found their place in the world. Together.
And for the first time, JJ Maybank wasnât afraid to be seen. Because you saw him. And that was enough
thankx for reading <3
so, thatâs it. jj maybank deserved the whole world but only got this shitty ending. am i gonna watch obx4 now? probably not. am i gonna write for jj like thereâs no s4? definitely yes! i think weâll all agree that obx ended on s3 and after that nothing happened.
but every time i see the posts about jj i feel so sad⊠like it literally hurts on some level because he deserved his happy ending more than anyone. even if rudy wanted to leave the show they could have written a good ending for him. not one more fucked up father, but one that would take him to see the world or shit like this. i just wanted him to be happy.
i chose iris because this is so jj coded for me. i havenât listened to this song in ages and when it popped up in my shuffle yesterday â i just wanted it to be about jj. with all his struggles, all his pain, but also with a hope for something good. so, i rly hope that you liked this work.
and again thank u for reading. thank u for liking, reblogging and commenting - itâs rly means a lot to me. you can always share your opinion in comments or my inbox :3
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Hello Dimitri!
I really love your works - especially your yandere oc's and jjk content!- I was wondering if I can put in a request for a poly yandere of Geto and Gojo with a bottom male reader? I want to know how this relationship works when they were in their teens and now that their adults (Geto still choose to be a cult leader, also he does not die. My poor heart cannot handle the heartbreak of Geto dying and leaving Gojo and reader behind ). You can make it sfw or nsfw which either one you like! :)
Ps. Sorry for the long request, it is my first time requesting (0///0)
Two psychos is better than one right?~! (Yandere Geto suguru x male reader x yandere Satoru Gojo) âË°
WC:. 5.7k
Tags: fluff-smut, threesome, spit roasting, poly satosugu, trio friendship, friends to enemies to lovers blowjobs, p in a sex, male on male oral, handjobs, ass eating, anal creampies, Yandere themes, dark content x male reader, dub con, non con, manipulation, drugging, Gojo just gaslighting reader
About: satoru and suguru become friends with male reader ending up in an obsession leading to Geto leaving, even after you split ways with him, he stays watching you from afar despite their separate paths they stay holding their obsession leading to trapping you.
A/N: this is a bit of a longer fic compared to others Iâve Iâve wrote, I put all my effort into this one! After some long writers block Iâve made it back around into writing again <33
Before the Riko incident you became a transfer at jujutsu high, you werenât really strong nor weak, you were the prime balance of an average guy who just wanted to be in the middle- as long as you helped others then that was fine by you, being well known seemed overrated anyway.
You never thought youâd get between the infamous duo, they were tight knit after all, they were all any jujustu student aspired to be and after all you were just a boy looking to make it through the academy without any complications
If you wouldâve known the outcome of transferring to this school you wouldâve stayed far away, how did you even enter their lives? You were put on their team as a balance, you were put there to be guided and who was better to guid you than you once upper class men Satoru?
You were put on their missions, it started simple, the three of you going against curses together but you noticed very quickly that your friendship meant more to them than what met the eye. The friendship you thought of as normal or even just knowing them out of same interests turned dark far to fast.
What stool out at you the most was during a mission when you were saving a civilian from a low level curse, after a hour the fight was over and you were clean from any wounds, the man just ran up to you muffling his words between tears grabbing your hands.
âthank youâI donât know what wouldâve happened if you didnât show up!â
The man hugged you and the next thing you knew you tilted your head and suguru was already pulling him off of you pushing the man away harshly throwing him to a wall of a near by store.
âWhat do you think youâre doing suguru?!â
You quickly ran forward to him pulling him away from the civilian leaving the man running off terrified, your hands reaching up to his uniform shaking him back and forth while yelling at him. All Geto seems to do is stare blankly like he didnât care what you did in the slightest.
âHe touched you [name], nobody should get up close and personal, unless itâs me or Satoruâ
âWhatâs that supposed to mean? You two arenât my damn keepers, we are friends Suguru- just friends!â
You look at him offended with your lips pressing in a thin line shoving him back and letting him go, walking off pushing past a confused Gojo leaving him tilting his head looking back at Geto with a âwhat did you do?â Face.
The next few days to pass you avoided Geto like the plague, only being around Gojo when he wasnât near Suguru.
Sitting in a cafĂ© during the weekend with Gojo lifting your drink, the feeling was off and you werenât the biggest fan of how Gojo kept staring over at you but your dad was pushing you to be more like other boys your age, thatâs how you ended up calling Gojo on the water day morning after the incident with Geto.
âYou donât have to avoid him Yâknow [name]?â
Gojo breaks the silent looking at you with his eyes rolled forwards under his glasses watching your every move when you take a bite of whatever pastries you made him buy you.
âHeâs just so damn possesive Toru- itâs like he thinks Iâm his property..itâs just weirdâ
Gojo just gives a shrug, of course he would. Always sticking up and vouching for Geto like he was some sort of fan boy. What did you really expect? Gojo knew Geto before you, they had an uncanny close relationship and knowing all you know now looking back on it thatâs the reason Suguru didnât mind sharing you with Satoru.
âI think youâre overreacting, he was probably just worried about you, Iâm sure he did in in good intentionsâ
âYeah, whatever you say Toruâ
You shove down a few more bites while Gojo takes a sip of his tea, you couldnât shake the feeling of being watched but you always feel that way. Gojo kept trying to bring the topic back to Geto, trying to persuade you two to make up and apologize but you were just creeped out with his actions.
âCome on? Heâs our friend [name] you donât wanna be the one to put a wedge in our trio right?â
Gojo did his best to speak sweetly to you. Trying to convince you, and if that didnât work then heâd just whine and make you feel bad til you felt like you just had to forgive Suguru. You didnât wanna be the reason your friend ship fell apart with them right?âŠ
The next day was a Sunday and Gojo had practically done everything but force you to meet up with Geto. Gojo had used the fact he and Geto were on a mission looking after a girl as the perfect opportunity to finally get you three together.
You hear your phone ringing whilst you lay sprawled out in bed, itâs a Sunday morning after all, itâs the last day of your week to sleep in until next weekend.
âHello Toru..whyâre you calling me so early?..â
âI just wanted to ask if you wanted to come and hangout at the beach today? Me and Geto are gonna be watching after this girl for our mission and I really-really want you there [nicknaamee]â
You just let out a small sigh and groggily open your eyes up begrudgingly mumbling back out to Satoru when you hear his whiny voice on the other end of the phone pleading and going high pitch on the nickname he gave youâ
âFine Iâll come but donât let him act creepy Toruâ
After that day at the beach things fell right back in line, you and Suguru had made up, and Gojo was happy, after all his best friends had made up.
Then it went and happened, some assassin had killed who they were protecting- or so Satoru told you. You werenât there the day it had happened, you were on another mission with your upperclassman Nanami. Suguru wasnât the same after that point, he hardly talked to you or Gojo- he would just silently space out staring at you.
Then summer hit and when he had came back he wasnât the same at all, he was cold and distant and snapped at you over the slightest things. If you spent more time with Satoru than him then heâd give you the cold shoulder until you apologized despite your lack of knowing what you did wrong.
âI just donât understand why youâre acting like this Suguru?â
You walked along side Gojo after school one day following after Geto, your eyes were wide and your lips pressed firm.
âHey! Where are you goin?!â
Gojo ran faster than you walking forward more when Suguru stops and turns facing Gojo, their argument starts leaving you chiming in every few seconds standing next to Satoru, by the end of their fight Suguru just turns forward to walk away.
âSuguru wait! What the hell are you doing?â
You stand in utter disbelief for what was happening right in front of youâ this couldnât be happening? Your friendship was splitting up right before you and suguru, the boy that was eerily close around you was leaving you now.
You didnât think you were going to be that affected over the loss but it left you confused on how you felt.
The days following that incident the team had drifted apart but you and Gojo had a newfound closeness but you couldnât shake the feeling of always being watched, it felt like all eyes were on you even when you were walking through your dorm, that must just be the paranoia that comes with being a jujustu sorcerer right?
By the time you had graduated from Jujustu high, Gojo was already number one, you were happy for him of course as any friend would be. Eventually by the ripe age of twenty you take up a teaching job at jujustu high after a long time of Satoru pestering you to take the job with him.
âIf I take the job will you just shut up Toru?â
âOf course I will! I promise [nickname]â
You eventually get tasked over the same team as Gojo, which you found strange. Not that Gojo didnât totally pull strings to make them place you two together. The teams you were mentoring were names Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi, the boy that Gojo had been watching after ever since he fought with his father- you think heâs the son of that assassin that killed Riko.
The Jujustu world became hectic, not that it was new but it became crazier than usual especially after finding out that Yuji boy had ate one of the king of curses fingersâ how was he even alive after that?
Over the years of being a Jujustu sorcerer you had seen and dealt with many things and you couldnât deny you never thought youâd see Suguru again, not after what he did to his parents- you had just assumed he was gone for good. For some odd reason Gojo never seemed too concerned it felt as though he knew something you never did.
You remember earlier in the day hearing Satoru asking you to take the subway with him later after classes had ended, something about this new place he wanted to take you too and knowing Gojo and his Expensive tastes you had just expected another luxury restaurant so imagine the confusion on your face when you see a old Japanese style parlor.
You walk right in behind Gojo, following confused seeing the dark colored interior and dim lights, non sorcerers walking out of the place wearing matching robes.
âWhat is this place Toru?â
âItâs just a parlor ran by an old friendâ
The way he hummed those words with a smirk made you feel uneasy, this place felt cultic, the purple walls and candles lit around the halls leading towards a pair of Japanese styled double doors, Satoru opens them ushering you inside. Your senses feel different in this room, it smells sweet and all you can do is feel fuzzy inside, were you being laced?
When you come to again you open your eyes half way seeing two figures hovering above you. Softness is all you can seem to feel right now, youâre laying on something soft, maybe a pillow? Itâs fluffy and all you wanna do is close your eyes and succumb again, your body is weak and you only muster up enough strength to open your eyes when you feel a hand undoing your pants.
Your eyes roll around a little in their sockets before focusing in on the two figures, they look like yin and yang- one has white hair, itâs GojoâŠis thatâ
âSuguru?â
His name sounds pathetic when you slur your words looking up at him letting out a little whine seeing his robes, where has he been and why was he dressed like a messiah. What was happening? All those thoughts are postponed when you feel hands pulling your cock out of your boxers.
âYou have no idea how much Iâve missed you [name], god you know how hard it is to not be able to touch you? To not hear my name from your mouth? Itâs torture sweetheartâ
âAwe suguru! You told me the cameras I put in his apartment were close enough?â
Satoru and Geto conversation while kneeling before your body, one of them on either side of you with Suguruâs hand on your cock playing with the soft flesh and teasing it. Your body felt too many things to let your mind properly think.
âYouâre alive?â
Those words come out shakily with your body shuddering feeling the warm palm of his hand under the base of your cock pulling a few strokes while Satoru leans down more sliding your shirt up your body, lifting your arms up and discarding it while you lay on your back in the parlor. Your eyes seeing candles lit around the room next to a picture of Getoâ this was a cult.
âOf course Iâm alive? Why wouldnât i be [name]?âŠyou know me and Satoru will never leave youâ
âLook at him Suguru, heâs so loopy, I told you that gas was too strong~â
Your cock pulses in his hand with your nipples erect from the cool air, your body heating up and your cock starting to leak precum.
âWhatâre you two doing?â
The words fall weakly while you lay on the pillows with your eyes circling in on Geto the whole time he touches your cock, your eyes rolling over to Gojo when he coos words to you talking you through it while your hands tremble pulling at the pillows.
âWhat weâve wanted to do since day one [name]â
Suguru hums, leaning in more stroking your cock a little faster and moving his way between your thighs before craning his neck backwards whispering out something to Gojo. Gojo groans and pouts, taking his hands off your body and getting up walking off and out of the room leaving you and Suguru alone.
When Gojo comes back heâs holding a bottle of strawberry flavored Lube, Geto letâs go of your now hard cock and turns you over on your stomach, Gojo tossing Suguru the lube while he squirts the lube all up and down your crack, sitting the lube aside and squishing your cheeks together over and over making the lube smear around in between your cheeks.
âAll I can think about is how youâll taste, I hope Satoru donât get mad I eat you up firstâ
Geto leans down kissing your arch and holding your hips sliding them down to your ass cheeks and slowly pulling them apart while grinning up at Gojo, watching the white haired man undoing his slacks and pulling out his cock, Gojo slaps his tip to your lips still soft.
âToru please-â
âCâmon, suck it hard fâme?â
Before you can respond Geto has his faced buried between your cheeks eating you out like your his last meal, his tongue sliding up and down your crack and back down to your rim.
When your lips part to gasp, Gojo takes that as his chance to shove his cock down your throat making your lips wrap around him gagging and tearing up laying on your stomach with Satoruâs hand reaching down to grab a handful of your locks making you tilt your head back and look up at him.
âHowâs it taste [name]?â
You canât seem to muster a word, feeling Getoâs tongue going flat against your rim and pressing its way inside you while he reaches one hand under you to grab back ahold of your cock, Suguru starts stroking you in time with his tongue while aiming your cock down towards the pillows in jerking motions like he was milking you.
Gojo and Geto share gleaming looks, they were on cloud nine finally getting the intimacy from you they had longed after for years. Gojo thrusts his hips forward slowly making your cheeks bulge with every motion, his cock now fully hardened in your mouth hitting the back of your throat making vibrations around his base when you wail out.
âPoor baby is all delirious isnât he Satoru?â
Geto smile against your flesh, pressing sloppy wet kisses to your rim rolling his own eyes back at the taste of strawberry and you on his tongue leaving a satisfaction in his stomach with his cock hard under his robes being pressed to his hip.
Gojo keeps stroking your hair before starting to lift your head by your hair and bob your mouth up and down on his cock making you deep throat him to the point your face was buried in his white pubes.
âSuguâtworu ple~â
Your words come out choppy around his cock. You speak with your mouth full feeling your throat hurting and the hot tears in your eyes streaming down your cheeks being used by the two men unable to put up a fight due to the drugs in your system keeping you weak between the men.
The feeling of Getoâs tongue swirling around your insides makes your head go fuzzy again, you just wanna close your eyes but you canât because yours are locked on Gojoâs bright blue ones, have they always been as blue as they are now? The look of pleasure on his faces makes knots build in your stomach knowing youâre the cause for his half closed eyes.
âOh youâre so close arenât you? Donât even gotta answer I can tell [name]â
Geto can tell by the way your rim greedily puckers around his tongue and the amounts of precum oozing from your tip that youâre on the verge of your orgasm. His hand keeps working you between your thighs leaving your legs trembling laying on your stomach when a wave of heat floods your whole body making you moan around Gojoâs cock.
Your tip starts to swell angrily under Getoâs thumb, when his tongue laps your prostate it pushes you past your breaking point making you lose it, cumming all over the pillows, staining the purple fabrics with an off white stain making Gojo look down at you with his signature smirk.
âMhmfâ heâs a fuckin squirter Satoruâ
âSuguru you should just feel how heâs gagging on me right now-â
They talk about you like you arenât there, using you for their own pleasures you feel Geto pulling his face from your cheeks with one last lick pulling his tongue out of you leaving your s/c ass all sticky from a mix of spit and lube.
Geto starts lifting up his robes pulling them up over his head throwing them to the side with a smile, wearing black boxer briefs with a prominent bulge inside them with a dark patch of black hair trailing down his abdomen giving Satoru little to the imagination.
Suguru slides his fingers under his boxer waist band pulling them down his thighs allowing his cock to spring forward and press to his stomach.
âI would ask if youâre ready [name] but you probably shouldnât speak with your mouth full~â
His voice is cold and mocking not giving a damn about Satoru face fucking you like a fleshlight. Suguru pulls your slick cheeks apart again thrusting his cock up and down your crack getting himself lubed up with the mixed substances.
Gojo reached his thumb down tracing over your full cheeks, watching how your throat bulges more and more the deeper he pushes himself inside your mouth fucking your eyes to reverse watching how they looked away from him and into the back of your head with a teary face that could arouse any man.
âI need-air tworu~â
Your drool running down your chin with your cock half limp between your thighs from how Geto jerked you off leaving you already feeling empty. Suguru reaches his hands up and grips your hips tightly nudging his cockhead against your rim watching while it stretches wide in a sad attempt to fit him, his cock feels like itâs tearing you in half.
âFuck!~ hurts Suguruââ
You gasp when Satoru pulls his cock from your mouth leaving you fishing the purple pillows clenching up around Geto while he lazily pushes in, he doesnât pay mind to it hurting you, he rubs small circles on your hips before bottoming himself all the way inside you with your rim leaving a little blood in with the lube from being stretched so much you tore.
âShh, now you know you can take it canât you [nickname]â
Gojo drops your head letting it fall forward with your teary face in the purple pillows, your lips all swollen and your throat feeling like razors doing nothing but keeping you from screaming anymore. Your voice is weak and all you can do is hold the pillows and let out little squeals around Suguru.
âSuguru- pleaseeââ
You get shut up again by Satoruâs cock, he doesnât tap his tip to your lips like last time, he forced his whole cock back down your drool filled throat making a slobbery mess running down your face while you reach one hand back trying to push Suguruâs hands off your hips.
âDonât even try it [name] you know better, god youâre still as feisty as the last time I seen youâ
Suguru reached one hand forward holding both your wrists tightly leaving promising red marks while he slowly thrusts his hips forward pushing your face more into Satoruâs groin when Suguru starts to fuck you from behind holding you and binding you with his hands keeping you all defenseless but at this point with the way his cock is sliding against your inner walls you canât even properly think.
âThere you go [nickname] youâre so good at this arenât you? I think he was made for two cocks Suguruâ
Gojoâs blindfold hanging around his neck with his large hand around the back of your head holding it in place while he rocks his hips forward making his veins start prodding against the roof of your mouth more showing you he was close.
âHmfh!~ Toruuâ
You whine wanting to reach your hand down and start touching your cock, you needed to come so bad but you couldnât do anything but depend on them to make sure you got off. Suguruâs cock pressed against your prostate milking your insides with his base stretching your channel to fit his cock like he was trying to mold you.
âDoes our boy wanna come that bad?â
Geto asks you with a fake confused tone fucking you a little harder holding your hands behind your back with one hand using the other to reach down and lift your left thigh up forcing his cock inside you at a deeper angle making you feel every vein and curve to his cock.
âMh hmm-!â
Youâre so far gone you canât bother to care about every messed up thing these men are doing to you, all your mind can process is âneeda comeâ your back arches and you start trying to bob your head under Satoruâs hand trying to earn good graces from him when you look up at him with your wide eyes batting your lashes back and forth like a doll.
âOh whatâs this? I think heâs starting to be a good boy Satoru, you think we should let him come?â
Suguru asks Satoru with a smug smile holding your thigh tight fucking your insides raw with your rim all puffy and wrapped around his cock split open wide now accepting him with ease with the room in the parlor filling up with lewd squelches from the mix of lube and his spit making wet sounds when his hips hit your ass cheeks.
Plap-plap-plap, the sounds silently echo throughout the room while you just stare up at Gojo with a full mouth before feeling his load shoot down your throat spilling all over the back of your throat and running down the roof of your mouth leaving the pungent taste on your lips.
âI think we should let him come Suguru- heâs been actin nice hasnât he?â
âI think youâre right Toru~ good boys deserve rewards after allâ
Geto letâs your arms go reaching back down between your thighs starting to jerk your cock like he did before, fucking you rougher with his chubby cock head pulsing and twitching on your prostate putting a strong pressure in your stomach threatening to break over at any moment.
Satoruâs cock slips out of your mouth letting you finally breath and gasp for air while Gojo stares down at your face stroking his soft cock hard again and aiming it at your fucked out face watching you get pounded from behind by Geto.
âClose- just a little more- suguru pleasee~!â
You start letting out whiny moans and sounds you never new your voice could make when his thumb runs right across your slit, staring up at Gojo the whole time with your teary face ruined and covered in tears and drool with your hair messy from Gojoâs pulling. Geto keeps going bucking his hips forward harshly rutting himself into you going deep as he can pressing his balls to your backside feeling your rim spasming ready to orgasm around him.
When Suguru flicks his wrist holding the base of your cock it sends you over the edge arching your back under him clenching around his cock and holding onto the purple fabric beneath you, orgasming so hard your ears start ringing making everything in the room feel surreal when you come in Getoâs hand.
âThere he goes Suguru- oh thatâs such a beautiful face youâre making [nickname]â
Your come floods over Suguruâs thumb and spilling onto the pillows under you making you wail and cry at the nearly dry orgasm being pulled from your cock having you stiffening up under the two men with your nose scrunched in a over stimulated pleasure.
âIâm getting close [name], gonna flood these insidesâ
When Gojo hears those words he starts stroking his cock faster at your face watching his two best fiends fucking eachother with you laying all out of it and fuzzy from the drugs having you limp under Geto when he lets your thigh down to mount you more fucking your motionless body making you feel how his cock nudged you on its own before his flood gates break.
âO-oh hng~ suguru-â
The words come out high pitched and louder than the last when his come floods your anal cavity, the warmth surrounds your prostate in a hot sensation leaving you feeling all bloated and full from his seed, your hole instinctively starts to clench and unclench around him milking the rest of his load out of him while Gojo lets out a groan watching the whole scene play out before him.
âHere it comes [nickname]â
Those words were the only warning that Gojo gave you before his orgasm shoots across your face all over your nose and lips running down your chin, mixing in with your spit and tears leaving you completely ruined from the two men, with two loads in your tummy and another on your face leaving you spent.
âI canât take no more Toru~ Suguru I canât-â
âBut you gotta [nickname] ! I havenât even got to feel your hole yet~â
Gojo lets out a whine while Geto lets go of your cock and pulls out of your ass, using his thumb to push any come that oozes from your hole back inside you while he rotates with Gojo letting Satoru get right behind you swapping places, god! At this rate it was gonna be a real long night.
âToru- I canât take itâ
You droop your head down feeling his hands flipping you over back into your back on the pillows feeling your come stained pillow fabric pressed to your skin making you cringe, Satoru lifts up one of your legs placing it up on his shoulder nudging your sore rim with his cock while Suguru adjusts himself now facing at your head pressing his cock against your come stained lips.
âDonât lie, we know you can take it [nickname], you were made to take it babyâ
âHeâs right baby, we know you can handle itâ
They donât take your weak response as an answer, Gojo slowly pushes his cock into your already stretched hole, sliding in easily from Getoâs come and lube. Your chest aiming up at the air arching splayed on your back with your cock red and soft unable to harden from being milked to many times by the men.
Suguru pushes his cock pash your lips delving it into your wet cavern. Your throat bulges again from your now full mouth, your whole body aches and hurts but all you can do is lay still and take it. Gojo gives you no time to rest before he lifts your other leg up in the air holding you in a mating press while jackhammering into you.
âFuck Suguru, youâre right his hole feels so fucking goodâ
Geto hums in response shuddering a little when your canines graze over a sensitive vein on the underside of his cock making him reach his hand down choking your throat a little bit as a warning making your fission blur from the lack of oxygen and the way Gojo was fucking you, reaching more spots than Suguru if that was even possible.
âAh- careful with your teeth baby, donât chew on it. Suck itâ
Your thighs start trembling pressed to your chest with Gojo dipping his face down and burying his face into your pecks like a madman, taking one nipple into his mouth and sucking on it. His hips roll forwards lifting and reaching down to pull your hips, pulling you back onto his cock with your moans being gagged by Suguruâs cock.
âTâmuush~ too stuffed Suguru~â
You roll your eyes back into your head looking up at Geto above you with your nose pressed to his balls from the angle he was fucking your mouth at leaving Satoruâs cum all smeared across your face like a sticky mess. Your cock half limp and tender against your inner thigh while it rests on your stomach leaking a little puddle.
âYou sucked Satoru off fine, I think you can handle me too [name], now donât start acting defiant again on usâ
The way Geto spoke to you made you whine sadly unable to fight either of them, the drug still in your system and the way they were trying to consume your body whole left you mute sucking on his cock while Gojo pressed his chest up against yours making your toes curl up when he thrusts forward and nails your sweet spot head on.
âDonât be so mean to him Suguru, heâs just about used up Sâ allâ
Satoru coos out to Suguru while he makes the pillows dip under the shared weight of him on top of you, Getoâs come swirling around your insides and trickling down your thighs around the base of Gojoâs cock while Gojo bites down on your nipple again only pulling his mouth off of your flesh to speak.
âIâm getting close [name], doâ you want it down your throat or face?â
Geto asks looking down at you feeling his balls drawing up against your cheek signaling he was close to his peak. Gojo on the other hand didnât care about Suguruâs orgasm, he was too busy trying to chase his own inside your stomach. Your rim starts burning and stinging from being used and gaping around a cock for so long leaving you in painful pleasure.
âOn mâ face~â
You whimper out quietly just not wanting to have to taste another load or feel more come inside your stomach. Reaching one hand down whining when you start to touch your cock, it felt like touching a stiff rod, your hand slowly moved up and down it crying to have to pull another orgasm but you needed to come so bad.
âYou canât do that [nickname] you gotta come from me or Suguru, so no touchin yourselfâ
Before you can respond or complain Satoru has his free hand slipping off your hip and down onto your cock, quickly swatting your hand away from it. His strokes arenât gentle like yours were, his are fast and unorganized like his thrusts are. Gojo takes his mouth off your nipple and shoves his face in your neck while Suguru keeps fucking your mouth, his thrusts slow down pulling out of your mouth with his cock jumping on its own.
âThere we go [name] see what you do to us?â
Your ass feels sore and red from hips slapping against them over and over but before you can complain a hot load shoots all over your face spilling into your eyelashes and into your mouth making you taste his come, he tasted sweeter than Gojo, his semen more thick and less opaque than Satoruâs.
âIâm getting close Sa-Toruu~â
Your voice cracks from a sore face fucked throat, your lips are all sticky and cracked in the corners from opening your mouth too wide, your lips part and ho agape making an âOâ shape when Gojo bites at the crook of your neck licking over the red marks heâs leaving on your S/c skin.
Your abdomen starts feeling hotter and more tense making you sweat underneath Satoru when his cock teases your insides making your legs feel like jello up in the air with your knees bent over his shoulders. By the way Gojo was tensing up and the muscles of his shoulders stiffened beneath your finger nails you could tell he was about to come.
âMe too- youâre just milking it out of me [nickname]â
His hand works harder and faster against your cock making you groan starting to orgasm shaking and crying with hardly any semen able to spill from you. Your tip starts leaking barely any pre come, you begin orgasming dry making Geto smile above you happy to know they had milked your body dry, Suguru reaches his hand down stroking your cheek while Gojo plows you between your thighs making the room spin through your eyes.
Soon the feeling of warmth in your gut hits you again letting you know Satoru had just found his release inside you, his semen seeping out of you overflowing your hole leaving the thin strings of his come running down your thighs and staining the pillows beneath the two of you.
âToruu.. Iâm soo sore-â
You whisper out under him reaching one hand up to his neck and grabbing his hair with your other hand still on his shoulder. Rolling your eyes forwards looking up at Suguru with your insides flooded and your face ruined- god you canât handle these two insane men- Theyâre something else!
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Lay Me to Rest- DCxDP Prompt
Warning: Blood and gore
There has been a series of murders across the country. Each death was varied and self-inflicted. At first, they all seemed like suicide but each had a strange range of symptoms before death.
Sudden paranoia, incoherent mumbling, screaming or yelling, going in and out of their homes sporadically, random fixations, and finally self-harm.
The victims were teachers, parents, businessmen, truckers, and even a crime novelist. All unrelated and in different states.
Each victim didn't seem to have a connection until an investigation discovered that each one had been an active serial killer. The body counts ranged from as little as 5 to as much as 23. The killer was named the Serial Serial Killer which wasn't creative but it was catchy. Some called them the Angel of Vengeance but most thought it was cringy and overdramatic. Many people didn't want them to be caught but others hotly debated letting a killer dispense justice when their crusade could easily turn into them killing people for innocuous things.
The police were still questioning whether this killer even existed. One thing was clear, there was a trail and it led straight to Gotham. A goldmine for them. Naturally, Batman had gotten a hold on the case and began an investigation.
The biggest question was how the killer found their victims and how they knew that they were killers.
The answer was obvious. They didn't need to figure it out. They just needed to wait. Why just in the effort to investigate when a serial killer tries to convince you to leave with them? So bars are the obvious place. But that's shaky at best since there is a period of torment that takes place that allows the victims to return home. The killer doesn't care if the victims could call the police, perhaps because they know their victim won't.
Bruce started to build a profile. He saw a pattern here. Each of the victims had a preference for their victims as well. They targeted young people, mainly boys. Odds are the Serial Serial Killer matched that description or age range. So bars weren't the hunting ground. So parks were more likely to go unnoticed and boys tended to hang out there longer after dark.
The killer was more than likely a victim himself so he may have a few scars but probably not noticeable enough that his would-be assailants would be turned off. There is no ignoring the predatory nature of the victims. Each killed children for gratification in some form. It's not that the boy is attractive but he probably has traits that the victims found attractive in children. So babyfaced, short, native, and polite.
There was much else Bruce could get. There was nothing concrete and he still didn't understand the method that was used. So far this was guesswork.
It wasn't until a few weeks later while he tracking another killer that he found his answer.
Dr.Kinder a Biologist by day and a killer who experiments on his victims at night had picked up a promising new lab rat a week ago. He had intended to slowly dissect the boy. He had gotten so used to the screams he stopped using anesthetics besides he wanted to see how the fear response caused the organs to shift.
To his surprise the boy didn't fight, in fact he seemed to jump to the table and say he didn't need restraints. Disturbing. But he was restrained anyways.
As the doctor cut him open the boy didn't react, only humming to himself as he watched the doctor.
"What are you hoping to find?" He asked. "I'm getting bored and this bearly hurts."
The boy annoyingly never stopped talking and never missed a chance to ruin the moment. There were never any screams or cries but incessant talking.
Dr.Kinder found the boy disturbing so he simply took an axe and chopped the boy into pieces. Not once did he make a sound. The doctor thought it was over but the next day the boy was back. He sat on the autopsy table kicking his feet in nothing but his bare skin.
"What the hell are you?" The doctor gasped in horror.
"I'm bored. Play with me again." The boy purred.
Bile crawled up his throat as the doctor restained this...thing again.
This time the boy spoke differently.
"You cut me up last time. Did you do that to the last boy. After you...you know." A sick grin spread across his cheeks.
The doctor cut open his neck this time and let him bleed out.
Everyday he came back and every day the doctor killed him until the time between his death got shorter and shorter. The days began to blur and he had no idea how long he had been doing this. But that thing kept talkimg to him.
Dr.Kinder stared down at his desk at the papers trying to think of anything but-
"I wonder what people would think about what you've done. You're a disgusting and depraved man doctor. Look at what you've done to me." The sing-song voice of that demon called out.
He could feel those blood-soaked arms wrapped around his neck.
He flinch as he pushed the thing away.
"Oh, are you going to beat me or stab me this time? Ooo, or are you going to put me through the woodchipper again?" The demon asked as the doctor wrapped his hands around his throat.
He just kept squeezing until the boy went limp. It never ends. The blood never goes away. It covered every surface of the room. Dripping, conjugating, and spreading into every corner. Whenever he turned his head he could see body parts spread across the room in the pools of blood he could they the faces of the others that he had killed. Each face wretched in agony.
"You hold on better than the others. I've been eaten, torched, and disemboweled before but after coming back a few times they usually end it after a few words. But every time they don't feel guilt. They just don't want to face consequences." The boy said. "Do you even remember my name? The one I told you when you picked me up on the side of the road or was I just another body to use and discard? I used the name of your first victim. I hoped you'd notice."
The doctor knew he couldn't kill the boy but he could end himself. He had tried it once but just like the kid he came back without a scratch.
"Not yet. This is your life now. Come on, let's taste death together. Again and again and again and again and-" he repeated over and over.
This was hell. This was his hell.
But it came to an end eventually. Dr.Kinder put an end to himself in a gruesome display.
Batman had only caught the tail end as he faced a young boy standing an a pool of blood.
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"Yeah, that thing is like a worse version of a revenant. Doesn't really have a name yet to describe it. It's undead for sure. You kill it and it just comes back." Constantine said "Why did you bring it here?"
After a long bath and some new clothes, the kid looked normal as played on a phone given to him.
"Look, I didn't know what else to do." Bruce explained.
"You leave it alone!" Constantine said exasperated "Look they are harmless to anything they don't bear a grudge towards. Think of it as a force of nature." Constantine said.
"I just want to know how to stop him." Bruce said.
"Well you can't kill it but you can't bring him back entirely. You can just soothe it 'till it stops targeting its victims. It must have died pretty gruesomely to go to these lengths. You need to find where it died and lay it to rest. Properly." Constantine sighed knowing that appeasing this soul would be more than just difficult.
"Danny, come on. Let's go." Bruced said putting a hand on the boy's head as Danny stood up to leave.
"Okay. Bye!" Danny waved to Constantine.
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OH! I have one to add!
I think regularly about this one; I work at a thrift store and I was at the checkout, keeping an eye on everyone. A family comes up and they had this one little boy with them. Now as a thrift store we had a lot of things, including both a toys section and a "collectibles" section, and for whatever reason we had recently gotten some baby dolls that were best described as "a little too realistic for our comfort".
This little boy had one of them and he was trying to take it's clothes off. Why? Because "he needed to check it was a little girl because he wanted a girl doll not a boy doll". But not said like that, in a super sweet kid way, that way you know he is entirely innocent and just REALLY wants his baby doll to be a girl so he can be a good dad. I asked him about her, what he was going to name her, and he told me that he didn't have a name yet for her because he wanted to think about it and choose a good one.
This boy, he was not older than six or seven, and you could tell her loved that doll. He adored his little baby doll; he carried her so carefully, he was so good, and this was again not one of those generic dolls you see in toy stores. This thing was more realistic and he was so sweet to it.
Every time I feel down and sad, I just think about that little boy, loving his little baby daughter doll, and know that there is true innocence and love in this world after all.
i see a post talking doom and gloom about how we'll never escape toxic masculinity. i think about back in 2017 when american girl released their first boy doll, and a review for him went viral in the collecting community. the review was written by a mom, who said they went into the store to get their daughter a doll, only to see their son's eyes light up like fire when he saw a doll that looked like him, and now every night he puts his doll in pajamas and rocks him to sleep. i think about the toddler in my daycare room a few years back who was obsessed with baby dolls, carrying them everywhere, and his mom proudly told us he uses his sisters' old baby dolls and wants to be just like them. that toddler saw another toddler crying one day and gave her the doll he had to cheer her up. i think about the eight-year-old boy i saw a few years back, excitedly waving around raya's sword in a target checkout line like all his dreams were coming true. there was a video on my instagram the other day of a little boy at disneyworld crying with joy upon meeting his hero, mulan. i think about the voice actor for bow in the she-ra reboot saying his nephews only wanted adora action figures. celebrity men are wearing dresses on tv now. last halloween i saw a little boy dressed as elsa. i went to go see spiderverse over the summer, and in the line ahead of me was a boy who couldn't be older than twelve or thirteen, bouncing and beaming, giddy with excitement over getting to see the female-led romance movie elemental. i think about the five-year-old boy at my library who breathlessly asked me where the pinkalicious books were, eyes widening when i had more on my cart, his mom explaining that he is all about pinkalicious and fancy nancy. i saw so many pictures online of boys and men dressed in pink to see barbie. teenage boys are gonna open their phones and see the man who wrote fucking game of thrones dressed in pink to see barbie. when i was a kid, a boy dressing in pink was practically a social death sentence. there are boys running around in pink on my street right now.
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