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17 year old CEO Tim Drake sending out a company wide email letting the board of directors know that he wonât be in the meeting this afternoon because heâs going to the DMV to get his driverâs license. Lucius Fox will be there in his place.
This is the third time heâs missed a meeting for this reason. Also the third time heâs sent this email to everybody in the directory.
#two things to note:#Tim has had a driverâs license since he was fourteen#he literally drove to work this morning#and this is strategic#if no one takes you serious than theyâre not watching what youâre doing#and itâs just fun to fuck around with the board#someone said in the tags of my last ceo Tim post that itâs important that Tim is a good ceo and I 100% agree#heâs doing great and his employees love him. heâs also just you know a teenager who knows how public perception works ïżŒ#Teen ceo Tim drake is my favorite fanon concept#tim drake#ceo tim drake
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applied to a bunch of jobs! đ
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#took me three days bc i really wanted my dad's input on my resume and he took a while to get back to me#but i reallyyyy wanted to have applications in my monday morning and now i do :)#also feeling much better aboutbthe whole thing now that i have stuff to be excited about#still really really sad abt leaving the kids at my current job tho#but i drove by some of the places i applied today and researched them and im really optimistic about some of them#i even heard back from one already which i was not expecting at all#she literally emailed me like half an hour after getting my application and started asking me questions#like a pre interview#so thats nice#we went back and forth a couple of times#its not my top top choice but that place isnt officially hiring and might take forever to back back to me#this place is a smaller home daycare type place and urgently hiring but the pay is super good and a home daycare environment might be nice#and the pay is pretty decent esp compared to what im making now#the top top place is a fancy pants private school that going to be way more thorough abt references and background check#so they'll take longer to get back to me#but i found out after applying that my friend's mom works there đ€Ż#so she's gonna ask her to put in a good word for me :)#but they're not officially hiring according to their website it just says they encourage people to inquire so i did#so p unlikely i would get that one but you never know#anyway!!!!#finally excited abt things and not just filled with dread and sadness abt leaving the current place and kids#still makes me sad but im not on the verge of tears thinking abt it anymore lol#this has been a shitpost
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woman experiences transcendental joy after clocking out of work for the day
#i want you all to know that this morning i drove to work with a bloody nose. like i got ready and then my nose started bleeding and i had to#drive one handed halfway there while i waited for it to stop#and also i stayed in bed ten minutes late and didnât get to do my full getting ready routine so i look horrible and feel worse#and then they asked if i could stay late and i said yes (????)#canât wait to go home and have my dad be passive aggressive at me for not having a job.#(in case you missed the obvious insane thing about that. i DO have a job. heâs mad because i havenât figured out a âcareerâ)#which i havenât done because i cannot imagine a bearable career in this society. let alone the field my degree was for.#and also. iâm literally lloyd dobler but a 23 year old girl
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Iâm literally just venting below to get it out of my head feel free to ignore
#my great aunt who was previously diagnosed with leukemia like three weeks ago was emergency intubated today and is on 100% oxygen#and yesterday my grandma had told her that she needed to spend a few days back home to rest because she had been at my great aunts bedside#for the last two weeks straight and my great aunt was guilting her super hard about taking some time to rest and come back to va#so yesterday I was really angry at my great aunt because my grandma got off the phone with my great aunt and was just sobbing for like an#hour and wouldnât accept that none of this is her fault and she shouldnât feel guilty#and my grandma was saying how weâre going to make a schedule so that everyone has a turn to go down there so sheâs not alone#and i was trying to think about how I was going to go down there and be supportive even though Iâm really angry at her for guilting my#grandma for not being there every second of the day when my grandma has HER OWN cancer that my great aunt has never once tried to care for#her because of and then this morning (literally during my first Pap smear by the way lol) I start getting a crap ton of texts#that my great aunt was emergency intubated and her lungs are like entirely being operated by the ventilator and I feel bad cause for a#minute I was relieved because my grandma said sheâs completely sedated and wonât know if anyone is there or not so she was going to take a#few days to rest and wasnât going to rush down there#and then a few minutes later she got off the phone with my great aunts doctor and he was saying sheâs in critical#condition and that theyâre doing a scope test to see how it went bad so fast and that they think with chemo over the last few days that they#may have gotten rid of the leukemia but that her lungs are filling up with some sort of fluid and wonât operate on their own#and on top of that yesterday my uncle (separate from my great aunt) was driving drunk on his way to work (at 4 am) and got sideswiped by a#truck who then drove away and my uncle refuses to call the police or the insurance because he had a ton of open alcohol in the car and#wouldnât pass a breathylizer and his car needed to be towed and he had some sort of midlife crisis and bought said 45000 dollar truck#earlier in the year could he pay for that? no he couldnât so he borrowed some from his retirement to help make the payments#and now my aunt (grandmas daughter) is struggling because of this and theyâre going through a real hard time financially#and all of this is very stressful on my grandma and I canât do anything to help I keep calling people asking if they need anything if theyre#alright and I have absolutely no idea how Iâm feeling I feel like Iâve spun that childrenâs feelings wheel and the arrow has landed on half#the board somehow lol#Iâm scared that my great aunt is going to die and Iâm angry at her for telling my grandmother she made it worse by leaving and I feel guilty#for being angry at someone who might be dying and I feel guilty because I am sick of this being on egg shells whatâs going to happen next#and Iâm scared for my grandma who has her own health issues and is making the trip back to Florida to go be with my great aunt and wonât be#back for three weeks and I canât protect anyone#I donât know what Iâm supposed to do
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Ruin Me H.S
Summary:Â When the good girl / bad boy trope is just as hypnotic and addictive as everyone says it is OR y/n decides to get Harry's handwriting tattooed on her thigh (badboy/gang LHH trope?)
Warnings:Â Â SMUT!! oral (f receiving), edging, spanking (with hand and belt), hair pulling, squirting, masochism, dom!harry, mocking/degradation, dacryphilia, bondage (with a belt), Injuries (black eye, split lip, gunshot wound & wound cleanup)... I think that's it đ
Word count:Â 13.7k+
Author's note:Â This is loosely and I mean SO loosely inspired by Guilty As Sin by Taylor Swift and yeah I know what that song is about but this is based off literally one line in it... I definitely got carried away with the story hehe
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You never liked the bad boy, good girl narrative. The power imbalance and toxicity that came with someone so ruined and so problematic trying to heal his soul in someone that deserved better. She would always think she could change him, that he was just misunderstood and needed someone to love him. That his soul could be healed.
It was bullshit. Until you found yourself in that exact situation, believing just that. That he was misunderstood and so kind underneath his rough exterior. You even found yourself loving the hidden hookups and midnight cleanups. A knock on your door at all hours in the night to be let in for some charged, desperate fuck or to be fixed up because he got in a fight.Â
You didnât even know how it started, really. Harry was an enigma. A shadow in the wind that appeared one moment and disappeared the next on a dark bike just as mysterious as he was. That was how you met him, in a fleeting moment which at the time meant nothing. Until it meant everything.Â
He drove by the cafe you worked at. You were closing up for the night and locking the door when the loud purr of his bike filled the entire street. You were already on edge being by yourself after the girl closing with you had to leave sick so your head whipped around to follow the loud noise.Â
Thatâs when you saw him for the first time. He drove through the quiet street with a girl on the back of his bike that you had never seen before, both dressed head to toe in dark clothing and leather. They each had a black helmet covering their heads and yet you still knew that they were both looking at you.
It was unnerving and an interaction that had you walking a lot faster to your car in case they circled back and decided to give you trouble. Your town was used to damaged, dangerous shadows. People like Harry who came in for a night or a weekend for something illicit, only to never return.Â
You werenât sure why your small town attracted people like that, but only being a 45-minute drive from the closest big city made it the go-to place for affairs, romantic getaways, illegal meetings and everything in between.
Harry was meant to be like that too. Someone who just passed through. Until he met you.
The very next day he found himself visiting the cafe in hopes you were there. Harry wasnât sure why he felt the need to go there since he was meant to be driving back to the city the morning after his rendezvous, but there was something about your eyes that he couldnât get out of his head.
He didnât even know if youâd be there and yet by some chance or fate, you were. Your back was towards him, busy on barista duty making coffees for the many customers waiting for their orders. He recognised your hair first; pulled back in two long braids down your back. You wore the cafe logo on your t-shirt and this pair of jeans that made your ass look incredible.Â
You had no idea what the mystery man from last night looked like but you spent the night filling in the blanks of what was hidden beneath his helmet. Your brain seemed to be fixated on the stranger with some magical pull like you knew him already. Your body definitely seemed to like him already, thatâs for sure.
âHarry? Americano two sugars.â You called out, sliding the takeaway cup to the edge of the counter before moving on to the next coffee. When the figure approached the counter, you went into your automatic greeting, âhave a nice da-â, but the words got caught in your throat when you looked up and locked eyes with the same stranger last night.Â
You knew it was him instantly. There was no rhyme or reason to explain it, but you knew and he was even more good-looking than you ever couldâve imagined. With piercing green eyes and a strong jaw, plump pink lips and tattoos running up both arms that had your core clenching. The most unexpected feature of all though, was his long luscious curls pulled back from his face and running just past his shoulders.Â
Harry smirked, visibly seeing the wide-eyed, freeze response your body had just at the sight of him. It was a reaction he got often. He was tall and handsome and the dark clothing he wore made him appear far more intimidating than the usual curly-haired white boy.Â
âThank you, love.â He smirked, grabbing the takeaway cup before casually slipping a $100 bill into the tip jar. He was walking out of the cafe without another word, looking at you over his shoulder before he was walking down the street and out of your view.
That night it wasnât just his face you were dreaming about.Â
You never expected to see the handsome stranger, who you now knew as Harry, again but as the weeks went by he came to visit the cafe time and time again. It was always the same order and the same âthank you, loveâ that had your head spinning and then he was gone with no idea of when heâd return again.
Then one day he took things a step further and asked you when your break was. It was the longest you heard him speak and the more words that came out, the more you found yourself hypnotised by the way his mouth wrapped around the syllables. Your coworkers warned you that men like him were dangerous and not worth the excitement and pleasure they always offered.
Time and time again you had helped your friends through some shitty breakup or worse with one of the travellers that rolled through town and you always promised yourself you wouldnât put yourself in a situation like that. It was clear from the very first night that he was trouble but as much as you wanted to keep your distance, you just couldnât.Â
You had never felt so mesmerised by another person before. That initial burning attraction hot enough to take your breath away. In only one sit down with him, you were ready to risk it all. He was so gorgeous and charming and sweet. The epitome of that misunderstood bad boy.
Just like his frequent cafe visits, your lunch breaks soon became his. You two would sit and heâd always ask you about yourself. You did most of the talking and he did most of the listening, never giving much away of himself. Heâd show up with bloody knuckles or a bruised eye but would mask the pain and simply shrug when you asked him if he was okay.
It was starting to feel like he knew everything about you and you knew nothing in return. You wanted to know everything about him. After weeks of these little interactions, he never tried to fuck you or pursue things with you or make you feel like you owed him for all the $100 tips he left. All he wanted to do was talk and if anything, that made you want him more.
Then one night⊠everything changed.
You were woken in the middle of the night by a crash in your living room. That would be scary for anyone, but it was even scarier when you were on the top floor and the only access points to your apartment were the front door and the fire escape out the window.Â
You went into immediate panic mode, snatching the steak knife you had tucked under your pillows between your top sheet and your fitted sheet in case this very thing happened. Living alone had its challenges and one of them was the intense fear someone would break in in the middle of the night. By now you could recognise the sounds of your apartment and building so not every little creak freaked you out, but anyone could recognise the sound of broken glass and your pot plant being knocked over.Â
Sticking the knife out in front of you, you tip-toed out of your bedroom and down the hallway to your living room where the noise came from. Your phone was clutched against your chest, the three-digit emergency number ready to be called in case it wasnât your cat, Mouse, knocking things over. Mouse was a fragile little thing and sometimes got scared by the smallest things. Even setting a mug down on the bench too hard could have her jumping out of her skin.Â
You prayed it was only her being skittish.Â
When you made it to the end of your hallway, you pressed yourself against the wall and tipped your head out ever so slightly to look into your living room. A whole wave of emotions rushed over you at once at the sight. It wasnât your cat, but rather a tall dark figure holding your purring pet.Â
It was a figure you recognised immediately, even with his strong back facing towards you.
âHarry? What the fuck?â You hissed, turning your phone off while turning the lights on at the same time.Â
âHey, bunny.â Harry flashed a sly smile, turning to look at you. You noticed the dried blood on his lip and eyebrow instantly and the swollen ball forming on his cheek. Fucking hell.Â
That smile instantly dropped when his eyes ran over you, taking in the ratty loose t-shirt and tiny underwear you were wearing. The t-shirt had a worn-out collar making it slide down to expose your collarbone and one shoulder. Your nipples were pressing through the thin material, all pebbled and hard from the cold air now blowing in from the window Harry accidentally broke on his way in.Â
Getting dressed was the last thing on your mind before venturing out here and you suddenly regretted not putting pants on at least. To be fucking fair though, you never wouldâve guessed Harry would break in through your window when A. you had a very suitable front door, B. he didnât even have your number and C. you never told him where you lived.Â
âWhat the⊠how do you know where I live?â You asked a little shakily, crossing your arms to cover your chest while still keeping the knife on guard in front of you.
Harry set down Mouse and she immediately ran over to you, purring while sliding her body against your calf. He walked over to you slowly and the closer he got, the worse his injuries appeared. A split lip and split eyebrow and a deep purple hue starting to form around his socket. He looked awful.Â
âAre you going to stab me, bunny?â He drawled, almost mockingly. You stood your ground, trying not to show your shaking as your hand tightened around the handle of the knife. His eyes were dark and he allowed himself a final drag over your body, stepping so close to you that the tip of the knife pressed into his stomach while he towered over you. âGonna cut me open? Give me another scar to add to my collection?â
Even though you knew you should be scared, you werenât. He found your address and broke into your house and yet physically, you werenât the slightest bit worried that heâd hurt you. You knew nothing about him, didnât even know what illegal venture he did for work and yet you trusted him.
Because you trusted him, your shaking was for a very different reason. Having him in your apartment all bloody and bruised and still as handsome as ever had you completely worked up. The thought of⊠of doing just what he teased, of giving him a scar that reminded him of you forever⊠god, it was so fucked up how horny that made you.
You were obsessed over a man who hadnât even kissed you, yet knew every single thing about you. It was ridiculous. That felt even more ridiculous than playing off this entire interaction as a somewhat normal experience.Â
âIâve got a perfectly fine front door, yâknow.â You whispered, looking over to the broken window. You kept your knife against his stomach, even testing the waters by pressing it harder ever so gently into the toned muscles beneath his shirt. âAnd youâre paying for that to be fixed, by the way.âÂ
Harry laughed, wincing ever so slightly at the tinge of pain in his face. But still, he laughed. And it was golden. âIâll pay for whatever you want,â He murmured, smirking while looking down at the knife. âIâm sure youâre very skilled with a blade, bunny, but will you put it aside for now and clean me up instead? Need a pretty girl to make me feel better.â
You looked between your knife and his eyes, reluctantly dropping your hand beside your hip. âCome on.â
Saying nothing else, you spun around and walked into your bathroom. Harry followed closely behind, looking around your apartment with curiosity before his eyes fell on you. You pulled your t-shirt down as far as it would go, but it still rode up as you walked and he found himself unable to look anywhere else.
âSit.â You pointed to the closed toilet and set your knife down on the bench, crouching down to get the first aid kit from the cabinet below the sink.
Harry did as told and shrugged his leather jacket off, setting it down on the bench before sitting on the closed toilet lid. He watched you intently, saying nothing as you set up your tools to sanitise and clean his wounds.Â
After grabbing some gauze and betadine to clean the open wounds, you soaked the material and started to clean the small gash on his eyebrow. Harry kept completely still, barely feeling the pinch. Your touch was so soft, so gentle. He found it more relaxing than anything else. Once that wound was clean, you moved onto his mouth which Harry found a lot more sensitive.Â
âSo how did this happen?â you asked softly, dabbing his lip with the small cloth. His eyes closed as he tensed, hands fisting on his knees to stop himself from getting too worked up. Pain didnât affect Harry, at least not in a normal way. Every sting and bite at your hand was turning him on in an inappropriate way. You were his bunny, his girl. He couldnât get hard around you when all you were trying to do was help him.Â
âOh, yâknow...â He shrugged, keeping his eyes on you but not giving anything away.
âI donât, actually.â You responded.Â
âIt doesnât matter how it happened, just that Iâve got a pretty girl fixing me up.â He attempted to smooth it over with a soft smile and a loving tap on your chin. It was the most he ever touched you, a little tap on your chin or a graze of his fingers on your cheek. He never touched your knee or your hand or anywhere else. It was infuriating.Â
âIt does! You show up here in the middle of the night and break in. I donât even know how you found my address but Iâm cleaning your cuts and you wonât even tell me how you got them. How is that fair!? I know nothing about you Harry.â Your voice bordered on a sigh and a yell, exhausted with him showing up out of nowhere and charming you before disappearing again. You werenât sure what to make of it and he wasnât giving you any ideas on what he actually wanted from you.
âItâs better that way, y/n.â He looked away from you, leaning back so your fingers werenât holding his chin anymore to keep him in position. âYou donât want to get involved with me.â
âThatâs not fair and you know it. You show up constantly and-and what? Have lunch with me? Get to know me? You canât do that and not expect me to want to know something back.â You expressed frustratingly, shoving the first aid items into the small bin beside your cabinet.Â
âI want to keep you safe, y/n.â He stood from the toilet, sighing when you refused to look at him. âThe less you know about me, the safer youâll be.â
âSo why do you even keep coming back if you donât want me involved with you? Itâs killing me!â You snapped, looking up at him accusatorily.Â
âBecause I canât stay away from you.â He whispered, sliding his hand over the side of your neck. Your breath hitched at the touch, your body automatically leaning into it as he rubbed his thumb over your jaw and towards your mouth. Oh. âIâm so fucking obsessed with you itâs unhealthy. I think about you all the time. All the fucking time, y/n.â
âI donât know what you want from me.â Tears pricked at your eyes, âyouâre so confusing Harry because you look at me like that and say things but you donât even touch me. You havenât kissed me or-or anything. Just tell me what you want from me so I know where to set my expectations.â
âYou think I donât want to kiss you?â He cocked his head, turning your bodies so your back was to the basin. His hand looped to the front of your neck and it was like every cell in your body suddenly put their focus onto him. You couldnât breathe or think or move or anything. Not when his large ringed fingers were wrapped around your neck like he was carrying a trophy. A prize to claim. âYou think I donât want to touch you?â
Harry pressed his hips into you, eliciting a gasp when you felt his long, hard cock pressed against you. He used his hips to nudge you against the cabinet, pinning you there so you couldnât go anywhere. âAll I think about is kissing you. Kissing your lips and your neck and⊠everywhere. The things I want to do to you y/n are so unsavoury your pretty little head would explode.â
He always thought you were this pure⊠innocent angel. One of the rare people in the world with no ill intentions. You were polite and sweet, even after Harry significantly brought you out of your shell since he met you. You were studying to be a nurse for Christâs sake, some of the purest of the pure.
He wanted to ruin you. He wanted to take that innocence away more than anything on this planet. It was his built-in fucked up default program. To want what he couldnât have. To want to destroy everything around him.Â
But he couldnât do that to you. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you, even if it hurt him in the process. Harry had no light in his life, no hope until he met you and he knew that the moment this became real he would destroy you. His life would destroy you or Harry would do something to fuck it all up and heâd hurt you.
Heâd break your heart.Â
âIt wonât.â You rushed out, âIt wonât explode. I⊠I want it.â You could barely articulate yourself. Not when his whole body was pressed to yours. All you had been thinking of for months was having him completely dominate your body. Just to touch you and please you. Even if it was only one time before he disappeared from your life forever.
You needed it.
âIâll ruin you.â He promised, leaning in closer so his nose bumped against yours. He breathed out a ragged breath, feeling so close to completely giving in to his desires. All of them. âIâll destroy every good thing about you, y/n. You donât want that.â
The scariest part of all⊠was that you did want it. You were becoming the exact person you didnât want to be. A good girl sacrificing herself to save the soul of someone who might never be saved. But you believed Harry would be saved. You could fix him. Help him to get away from whatever life he lived that made him hurt so badly inside.Â
You wanted to save him.Â
âI do. I do want it.â You nodded desperately, grabbing his other hand to guide it towards your clothed mound. You pressed your hand over his, using your own fingers to press his against the silky wet patch on the crotch of your underwear. He swore under his breath, taking the initiative to stroke his fingers along the wet material. âRuin me. Please.â
So he did.
He ruined you over and over again that night and for many nights after. It completely changed everything for you two. Like it was the last barrier stopping you two from being completely open with each other. You had always told him the things you told everyone else. Your likes and dislikes, the show you were watching, your workplace drama.
But your desires⊠your needs and wants. They were reserved for no one but yourself. Until he came along.Â
Harry told you heâd ruin you and he stuck to his word. The things you did together were dirty and depraved and left you with such a feral need for the man, you wouldâve let him do quite literally anything to you. As would he, you. And you practically had. Every desire or curiosity was sated and he was willing to do anything to satisfy you.Â
Harry became as violently obsessed with you as you did him and even though it was a hell of a trip to see you, he did so as often as possible. He couldnât help himself. Not when he had such a pretty girl waiting to please him and take care of his heart, body and soul. You filled the hole in his life in all aspects, which is what he feared would happen when he saw you that very first night.Â
Someone so magnetic would ruin him and he was enjoying every moment of it.Â
You had no idea he traveled from the main city just to see you until you two started sleeping together. He continued stopping by for a coffee or to disturb your lunch break but very quickly, your time spent together turned into an after hours activity. Heâd come to get fixed up and then heâd ruin you. Or⊠his sole intention was to ruin you all along.Â
There were many sleepless nights because of him. Not that you minded. He opened up to you more and told you more about himself and what he did. When you started to learn small things, you realised that he was probably right in you being better off left in the dark. It was a lot more elaborate than you couldâve imagined and it made sense why he did so much to keep you protected.Â
Running an elaborate drug smuggling operation wasnât exactly the safest job out there, nor did it give you much opportunity to switch careers. Somehow, though, you werenât deterred by it. Maybe it was because you were already in love with him the second he ruined you for the first time.Â
His high job security didnât stop you from fantasising about a different life with him. Harry leaving that life for you. The only part of the job Harry liked was the financial stability and the power. The control he had. But you felt like Harry was destined for so much more, that he could live a much happier, safer life. With you.Â
âHave you ever thought about running away?â You asked, playing with his long hair. It was unruly and sweaty and you were threading your fingers through the knots formed from the midnight hookup. You were still hot and sweaty too, but Harry quite liked the sticky feeling of your skin and the lingering scent of sex in the air.Â
âRunning away? I couldnât.â Harry breathed through a laugh like it was unfathomable. âYou couldnât either.â He looked up from his work, reaching for your hand to bring it to your mouth to kiss your knuckles. âYouâll be a nurse soon and youâve always had your heart set on Mercy. Youâll get a job there and itâll be everything you want.â He smiled softly, guiding your hand back to his hair so youâd play for it while he finished the artwork on your upper thigh.Â
The thin marker was steady in his hand and he only had one letter left before the piece was complete, not that four letters took a particularly long time to write. But he wanted it to be perfect, for the permanent marker to last as long as possible on your pretty skin. Youâd never do it permanently, after all you were still his good girl and no good girl would be as rogue as to get her lover's handwriting tattooed on her thigh after only a few months. Or ever. Permanent marker and baby powder always did the trick to make a design last a while, though, and Harry hoped it would still be there the next time he snuck through your window.Â
âI want you, Harry.â You whispered, finding his concentration both adorable and so damn sexy you were getting all worked up again. If he looked a little to the left to where your bare cunt was so so close to his fingers, heâd probably be able to tell too. âAnd the good thing about being a nurse is I can do it anywhere. I canâŠâ you swallowed your nerves, unsure what his reaction would be to your suggestion. âI can work anywhere and-â
âIt wouldnât work, y/n.â He interrupted curtly, leaning back to observe his work while putting the cap back onto his pen. Harry rarely used your name, he was too fond of his pet name for you. âYou will always be mine. Always. But I think we both know that what we have is temporary.â Your heart broke at his words and you felt the pain fizzle through your body like a burning liquid. He looked up at you as he blew on the temporary tattoo. âWhen I inevitably break your heart, bunny, youâll move on and find someone who can love you the way you deserve. Iâll never move on from you, but you will and youâll be happier for it.â
âThatâs not true.â You all but whimpered. Harry ignored your plea, tapping against your skin to test whether the marker was dry. âYou always say that youâll break my heart, Harry but thatâs not true.â He looked up at you for a moment, trying to hide the heartbreak he felt at seeing how sad you were. Grabbing the little bottle of baby powder, he sprinkled it over the little word, massaging the surrounding area of your leg. âI⊠I love you and I know you love me. If you loved me you wouldnât hurt me.âÂ
âBunny, I love you more than anything else on this planet.â He assured, shifting up onto his knees in all his naked glory. He spread his hands over your belly, rubbing his thumbs a little harder into your skin. âI would never do anything to hurt you but this life⊠it follows me wherever I go. Thereâll be a time where I need to sacrifice my love and happiness to protect you. But youâll always be mine. Until the day I die.â He smiled softly, looking back down to the pile of powder on your upper thigh. He ran his thumb over it, rubbing away from the white substance and leaving the matte four-letter word.Â
Mine.Â
âSee?â He smirked, looking down at the âtattooâ, âI canât promise you forever, bunny. But I can promise you that Iâll be yours at least until this fades. Who knows what could happen by then.â
You sat up, pressing your hands behind you on the bed for balance as you looked at his artwork. There was something so sexy about being branded like that, even if it was temporary. Your otherwise empty skin now looked complete with his mark there. In his handwriting.Â
What other sign could be more clear that you belonged to him than his handwriting on your thigh stating just that?Â
âI love it.â You whispered, tracing over the cursive letters. âWill you be back?â You settled on asking, pausing for a moment, âbefore the tattoo fades?âÂ
That was one thing that troubled you about your relationship with Harry. The fact that you never knew when youâd see him again. You both openly professed your love and obsession for each other and yet you didnât go on dates or text or call. Harry just showed up.Â
He told you it was to keep you safe. It was the very same reason he snuck through your window instead of knocking on your front door. There was less chance of anyone finding out about you. Whoever âanyoneâ was.Â
Harry nodded. âI should be. Iâve got a job this weekend though so it might not be for a little longer than usual.â He plastered a soft smile on his face to calm you and reached out to cup your face. âBetter make sure itâs still here when I get back. Okay, bunny? Unless you want me to mark it on your skin another way.â That smile tilted to a smirk, promising you foreplay that both of you knew would have you begging him for release.Â
This time you nodded, âIâll be good fâyou.âÂ
Shit.Â
âGood girl, Princess.â Harry cooed, looking down briefly at his own cock, already hardening even after filling your mouth and pussy with his cum. He couldnât help it really. Not when your naked body was so gorgeous and now marked with his handwriting. ânow câmere.âÂ
You smiled, shifting up on your knees to join him halfway in a searing kiss. It was nearly 2 am already but you knew that you wouldnât get any sleep at all.Â
The days that followed were restless. You kept looking at those four letters on your thigh and thinking of all the things you had and hadnât done together. The many trysts you shared with hushed conversations and messy top lip kisses. How his hands felt on your body and his lips on your skin.Â
You had no idea how long it would be before he came to the cafe or broke into your apartment again. There was no word from him or rumour that he was passing through town. The shadows that liked to drift in and out became known the moment they visited more than once and Harry⊠well he had become a regular now.Â
The next time Harry snuck into your apartment, bordering on an entire week after he wrote âmineâ on your upper thigh, you were ready. You werenât sure why you knew because sometimes you had no idea until you felt his presence in your bed. Mouse didnât even meow or run in fear when he entered through the window anymore, making his entrance sometimes as silent as wind whistling through an empty street.Â
But tonight⊠you knew.Â
There was a shift in the room temperature and a lingering scent of tobacco in the air that had your core clenching just at the thought of him visiting you. Of him seeing the surprise you had for him. It was all in your head of course, a delusion brought on by obsession. Still⊠you knew.Â
And just like clockwork, you heard the sound of your window sliding upwards just past midnight. He thankfully hadnât broken the glass since the first night, but for him to just slink in you had to keep the window unlocked. Before meeting him you obsessively checked every lock on every window and your front door every night, fearing that one of the shadows coming through town would try and hurt you.
Youâd think that getting involved with someone like Harry would make that fear worse and yet⊠it didnât. Somehow you felt safer. Harry once made a passing comment about keeping an eye on you, that he always knew if you were alright. He didnât have to elaborate for you know that meant he had hacked into security cameras or had someone he trusted watching your apartment at all times.Â
6-months-ago-you wouldâve been creeped the fuck out. Scared for your life that youâd allow one of the shadows to get you so hooked on him, youâd let him have a security guard of sorts around you 24/7, or even just the fact you let him so casually break into your apartment. It made total sense to you somehow because with all the theatrics and abnormal parts of your relationship came the love and happiness you got when you saw him.
Even though it was most likely your lover opening your window, you still fished for the knife under your pillow, now replaced with something pink and shiny and far more deadly. Harry decided that if you were going to protect yourself, you needed something more dangerous than a serrated kitchen knife. You treasured that pocket knife and you and Harry have had a lot of fun playing with it.Â
âHarry?â You whispered, creeping down your hallway.Â
âItâs just me, bunny.â His voice echoed, low and husky.Â
You smiled, rushing out to find him pushing your window back down and locking the latch. His hair was pulled back into a bun, sitting messily at the back of his head and he was wearing his classic leather jacket and dark jeans. God, you had missed him.Â
âYou really need to start locking your window, y/n.â Harry drawled, turning around to face you. âA madman might try to break in and hurt you.âÂ
You giggled, throwing your pocket knife on your rug carelessly to pounce on him. Literally. He smiled and caught you easily, letting you wrap your legs around his hips while your arms wrapped around his neck.Â
Your mouths joined almost instantly, lips brushing against lips in a heated exchange. You threaded your fingers in his hair and tugged until his bun came loose and his hair fell to his shoulders. He groaned at the feeling and ran his tongue against the seam of your lips, nibbling down on your bottom lip.Â
âI missed you, madman.â You whispered once your lips broke, shifting in his arms. His hands supported your bum, squeezing while he devoured your mouth once more. His body was sore from his weekend job, but heâd never let that get in the way of having his girl in his arms.Â
âI missed you too, bunny. So much⊠I couldnât breathe without you.â He murmured, setting you down with a little wince. You noticed it immediately and ran your hands over his face, angling his head around to look for any injuries. He wasnât bruised on his face for once, but you knew he was hurting somewhere.Â
âWhatâs wrong? Are you hurt? What happened?â The questions came out spitfire, making Harry smile down at you and set his hands on your hips. Your eyes found a dried substance at his collar and you recognised what it was immediately. âIs that blood?â
âNot mine.â He assured, âIâm fine, baby. Donât worry.âÂ
You ignored his assurance and started running your hands over his chest, looking for any sign of pain or visible jerk out of tenderness. When your fingers grazed his lower abdomen, he couldnât hide the clench of his jaw. You glared up at him, pressing harder against the spot so heâd feel a little payback for lying to you.Â
Harry groaned and dug his fingers into your hips, ensuring it was hard and painful enough to leave a bruise. You didnât mind though, in fact, you quite liked it.Â
âJesus Harry, you got shot!?â Your eyes widened when you tugged up his t-shirt to find a bloody gauze. You knew what it was immediately. You had seen your fair share of bullet wounds in your work placements at the hospital as well as the dodgy ways they tried to mend them themselves. âWhen did this happen?â You decided to peel off the gauze to see the wound for yourself, not trusting the temporary mend he had done. The wound had been stitched up quite well actually, but it was inflamed and a few stitches had broken. It needed to be mended.
âDid it go all the way through? Is the bullet still in here? Why didnât you tell m-â
Harry interrupted your second spitfire of the evening by pressing his lips to yours. It was quick to shut you up, especially when he slid his tongue against the seam of your mouth and dominated his way in. His tongue slid against yours, tobacco and whiskey heavy in the kiss.Â
You whimpered against his mouth, almost forgetting about the bullet wound until you felt its blood soak your fingertips. Pulling back, Harry tried to chase your mouth, needing you violently. Insatiably. He had missed your soft skin and your delicious mouth and especially missed your sweet sweet pussy. One he had a severe craving for. He could almost taste it on his tongue.Â
âBathroom. Now. Your stitches are busted.â You pushed your finger to his chest and he easily backed away. He was completely whipped by you, willing to do anything you told him.Â
âAlright, bunny. Youâre the boss.â He murmured, shrugging his jacket off to dump it on the couch before following you to the bathroom. You both followed the same routine as always. He sat on the closed toilet seat and you readied your supplies to treat his wounds.Â
âTop off.â You instructed, using a lighter to sanitise the end of the needle you threaded already.Â
âYes maâam.â He chuckled softly, stifling a groan as he grabbed the back of his collar and pulled his shirt off his head. âYouâre feisty when youâre mad.âÂ
âYou shouldnât have lied to me.â You shot back, sanitising the scissors next with your betadine.Â
âItâs just a bullet wound, bunny.â He tried to soothe, watching you approach him and rub the wound with betadine in preparation to cut his original stitches and do new ones. âDidnât even go straight through me.â
âSo the bulletâs still in there? Jesus, Harry. Why didnât you go to the hospital? Iâm not equipped to remove a fucking bullet in my bathroom.â You snapped.Â
âItâs not in there, y/n. One of my boys removed it, okay?â He chuckled softly, both loving and hating how worried you were. He reached up to cup your face, âIâm fine. The only thing wrong with me is a busted stitch.âÂ
You ignored him, keeping your glare strong on your face. His hands dropped to his knees and he remained completely still while you worked on the wound. He hated that permanent crease on your brow and all he wanted to do was make it go away.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â He nudged, poking at your leg when you stayed completely silent. You were in your usual oversized t-shirt, underwear combination, but this particular t-shirt was long enough to cover your bum and the tops of your thighs. âCâmon bunny, talk to me.âÂ
âYouâre distracting me.â
âAnd youâre ignoring me. I donât like when youâre cross with me.â
âWell I donât like being left in the dark for an entire week and when you show up youâve been shot.â You snapped, pulling the needle tighter than youâd usually do to make a knot, just so it hurt a little more. He clenched his jaw, but he was more concerned about you than the temporary pain of his stitches. âWhat if you died Harry? Then what? I wouldâveâŠâ you looked away to grab the scissors, trying to blink away the tears. When you returned, his gaze was soft. âI wouldâve never known. You wouldâve left me and I⊠Iâd never know.â
You couldnât even focus on his wound with how hard your hands were shaking. You managed to cut the excess thread, but the moment it was done Harry pulled the scissors and needle out of your hand and brought your shaking ones to his.Â
âY/n, Iâd never do that to you. Never.â Harry scanned your face, reaching up to cup you to get you to look at him. âI didnât mean to scare you, bunny.â He wrapped his hand around the nape of your neck, gently pulling you down to rest your forehead against his. âI shouldâve told you.â
âYeah, you shouldâve.â You agreed, unable to stop a few tears streaming down your cheeks. âYouâre an asshole.â
âI am.â He nodded, trying to kiss you until you turned your head away from him. âI fucked up. Iâll never, ever do that again. Never.â He promised, tipping his forehead to your cheek while threading your fingers to press your hand against his racing heart. âMy heart belongs to you forever.â
âIâm yours, Harry.â You promised, pulling back to wipe your tears away and get the bandage to cover his wound. He sighed and grabbed your waist instead, pulling you closer between his legs so you wouldnât go too far. âBut I need⊠I need something. I canât keep waiting for you to show up with nothing in between. I can barely sleep when youâre not here.â
âOkay. Iâll⊠Iâll get a burner. Untraceable. Just for you and me.â He suggested, âYouâll never go a day without hearing from me again.â It was a promise. An oath. He never wanted to be the cause of your tears again, even if he knew he would be. It was why he didnât want to keep your hopes up about a future, even if he wanted it more than anything in the entire world.Â
âYou promise?â You asked, running hands over the placed bandage to seal it in place. He nodded, looking up at you with a soft smile. You hated how easy it was to forgive him. But you loved when he looked at you like that. Like you were his entire world.Â
âI promise. Cross my heart.â He murmured, running his hands over your waist and hips, ânow will you stop being mad at me and give me a kiss?âÂ
Harry stood up, overpowering you with his height. Using one hand on your waist, he nudged you against the basin and used the other hand to cup the side of your neck. His gaze was dark, eyes blazing with a need to please and be pleased. He was hungry for you, just like he was since the moment he got on his bike to drive down to see you.Â
âPlease, bunny. Let me make it up to you.âÂ
All you could do was nod.Â
Harry was easy to succumb to your influence, easy to follow instructions and do whatever you wanted. But he was just as easy to overpower you, to dominate you. To get you reduced to nothing but a whimper and a nod of your head.Â
He was quick to duck in and clasp your lips together. It started slow and steady, a languid dance of your mouths that turned into something far more passionate. It always did. He slid his hand to the back of your neck, threading his fingers into your hair to move your face in the direction he wanted while he nibbled on your bottom lip and slid his tongue against the seam of your mouth.Â
You let him in easily, loving the slow, deliberate slide of his tongue against yours. That familiar tobacco mint flavour was heavy in the kiss, a mix of the cigarette he no doubt had before climbing up the fire escape and the mint gum he liked to chew on to try and curb the habit. It never did work, but you liked the taste of him trying to stop the nasty addiction.
You pulled him closer by his hips, digging your fingers into the slight pudge just above his belt. It was one of your favourite parts of him to kiss, to bite. You had dug your teeth in it so many times Harry was tempted to get a tattoo of your bite so he could remember the feeling of your teeth sinking into him forever.Â
âWanna taste you, bunny.â Harry groaned, tucking his hand under your shirt to fiddle with the band of your lace underwear. Your hips bucked up to meet the touch, desperate to get him doing more than just play with your underwear. âMissed the sweet taste of you on my tongue.â He kissed you softly, dragging your bottom lip back between his teeth until he released it with a pop. âAlways dream of it when Iâm away.â
âI guess whatâs one way to apologise.â You breathed, sighing when he pinched your thigh. He tucked his hands under your ass, hoisting you up so youâd wrap your legs around his hips.Â
âMhmm. Iâd happily die apologising to you. Over and over.â He had this smirk playing on his lips, but you didnât particularly find it funny.Â
âDonât talk about dying.â You reprimanded softly, playing with his hair while he carried you to your bedroom.Â
âNot even if itâs death by your sweet pussy?â He grinned, lowering you onto the bed. You shuffled upwards, rolling your eyes as he knelt on the bed to hover over you.Â
âFor someone who gets shot for a living, you have the humour of a 13-year-old boy.âÂ
âAnd you donât like that?â Harry raised his brow, grinning while leaning in to kiss you. You hummed into the kiss, tugging on his hair until his groan rumbled into your mouth. He pressed his weight against you, ensuring you felt every inch of his arousal for you.
He could feel yours right back. How wet you were, how warm your pussy was pressed right against his jeans. You had properly soaked through your lacy underwear and Harry could feel his jeans slowly dampen from the way he was grinding his hips against you. It was heaven. He could hardly wait to get his mouth on your sweet little cunt, especially when you were already so worked up for him.Â
âYour humour is only funnyâŠâ you paused to gasp, head tilting back so Harry could nip down along your neck. ââŠsometimes.â
âAnd youâre sexy all the time.â He murmured, simultaneously pushing your oversized t-shirt up while kissing downwards. He ran his hands over every inch of exposed skin, pushing the shirt above your breasts so he could clasp his lips around one of your nipples.Â
You took the shirt off immediately, whimpering and bucking your hips to meet his while you scratched at his back. He scraped his teeth against your sensitive bud, tugging and sucking hard enough to make your head spin. While he assaulted your nipples, his hands ran over your belly and hips down to your thighs spread wide underneath him. It was only when his fingers crawled to your very inner thigh ready to tease you through your underwear that he felt the thin film of plastic.
âWhatâs this?â His movements stopped immediately as he felt over the thin plastic film. You whimpered at the sensitivity, feeling particularly sore after your adventure yesterday.Â
âI did something and you canât be madâŠâ You breathed, watching him sit back on his haunches.Â
His eyes widened when he got a better look, resting his hand on your thigh while he ran his thumb over the four little letters now permanently marked on your skin. Harry was no stranger to tattoos, he was practically covered in them. But the last thing he ever expected was for you to make your temporary tattoo last longer by making it permanent.
His handwriting. His claim. Harry permanently etched on your body forever.Â
âBunnyâŠâ Harry murmured, looking between you and the tattoo. âWhat did you do?â
âYou said you couldnât promise me forever but you could give me until the tattoo fadesâŠâ His eyes focused on you and you felt yourself already becoming pliant just with the dark look on his face. â...now itâll never fade.â
He said nothing for a moment and just stayed staring at your tattoo. His eyes drifted upwards ever so slightly to where your pretty lace underwear was pressed snugly to your pussy. Then he looked further upwards to your soft belly and your perky tits and finally⊠to your face. Your pretty eyes and your lips, the lips he loved to kiss more than anything.Â
Harry was back over you in an instant, cupping your jaw while kissing you like he was ravenous for it. You whimpered into it, tugging on his hair until your lips parted in a gasp.Â
âCanât believe you did that, bunny. Got a fucking tattoo so Iâd be stuck to you forever.â He murmured, smushing his mouth to yours again. âThat was the plan, wasnât it? Force my hand so Iâd be yours forever.â He started to kiss back down your body again, making sure his tongue pressed against your skin with every touch.Â
âI love you. I want⊠I want to be yours forever.â You whimpered, watching him settle between your spread legs with an evil smirk on his face.Â
âAnd you thought a tattoo was the right choice? Hm? You thought letting some other man permanently alter your body was the way to go?â He dipped his fingers into the waistband of your underwear, tearing the lacy material in two. He was completely rough with it, making sure it ached as he pulled torn pieces off your body.Â
âIt wasnât a man. SheâŠÂ shit.â You couldnât even find the words, not when he spread you wide and stared at you like you were some fine dessert.Â
âYou think that makes it better, bunny? You think who did the tattoo makes a difference?â He raised his brow, running both his thumbs up your outer labia to tease you.Â
âI told you not to be mad.â You whined, pressing your hands to your face.Â
âIâm not mad. I think this is quite possibly the hottest⊠most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me.â You peeked through your parted fingers, looking down at where he was looking up at you, spreading his hands to kiss at the thin layer of plastic. âSo fucking sexy.â Harry murmured, looking down at it in awe.Â
âSo why do you sound mad?â You whispered, looking down at him.
âIâm not mad you got a tattoo, Iâm mad I wasnât there. Didnât I always say I wanted to be there for your first one?â
âWell yes but-â
âAnd didnât you promise me that I would be?â
âYesâŠâ you swallowed thickly. He was speaking at you in such a condescending way. Like you were a child being taught a basic lesson for the first time. It was belittling.Â
It turned you on in such a feral way. He could even mansplain anything and youâd be happy to play into it. As long as he sounded like that and wound up between your thighs afterwards he could speak to you however he liked.Â
âSo you went against your word, hm?â He smirked as your thighs trembled on either side of his shoulders, your body growing more and more sensitive and needy as he started tracing over your pussy.Â
âI guess so.â
âDo I go against my word? Have I ever broken a promise before?âÂ
âYes.â You tried to defend, knowing very well he always stuck to his word. Harry had never broken a promise to you. Not when he told you heâd be back in three days or when he didnât know but promised heâd return to you safely. He always kept his word.Â
To be fair though, it was hard to stay clear-minded when he was caressing your pussy like it was something cute to pet. It wasnât. And with every stroke of his fingers, every slide through your crease to spread your arousal up to your clit before coming straight back down like he didnât even know what a clit was, your mind was spiralling. He was killing you.Â
âOh really?â He nudged a finger to your entrance, pressing just hard enough to slip the very top inside of you. You always were the most sensitive at your g-spot then right here, at the very beginning where all your nerves were alive and your pussy was clenching around nothing because you needed something inside. Specifically Harryâs cock. âTell me. When?â He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to your clit and finally slid his finger inside of you, eliciting the prettiest whine.Â
âUm⊠UhhâŠâ You couldnât speak or think with his tongue slowly sliding over your clit now. He traced languid circles and waves, taking complete control and doing it all at his own pace. Harry was tasting you for his own pleasure more than he was yours, even if he did love the way you came for him.Â
âExactly.â He smirked, âSo let me take my time with you. Iâm owed that, arenât I?âÂ
âI thought you were meant to be apologising to me? This feels like an unfair system. A bullet wound is more serious than a tattoo.â You complained, sliding your hands into his hair to try and drag him closer to you.Â
After being away from him for so long, one of the longest times apart since you started dating-or whatever you two were, all you wanted was to feel him. You wanted his pleasure and the weight of his body on top of you. Teasing wasnât fun when you were apart more than you were together.
You prayed that would change after the gesture you made. The permanent commitment to him.Â
âWhich one is permanent?â He grinned lazily up at you.
âYou couldâve died.â You argued.
âBut I didnât. Now will you stop complaining otherwise Iâm more than happy to stop. Itâs been a big day I could easily go to sl-â
âNo!â You jumped a little too quickly, making him laugh and press spongey kisses against your inner thighs. âNo⊠no, please. Iâll take whatever you want. Iâll be good.âÂ
âYeah?â He smirked, pressing his fingers into your fresh tattoo. You gasped, clutching his hair tighter in your hands. âThatâs what I like to hear, pretty girl. Besides, I think letting me take my sweet time tasting you is the best punishment out there. Donât you think?âÂ
Harry pressed a few chaste kisses along your thighs, feeling just how tense you were. You were clenching around his finger and holding onto his hair tight so he wouldnât move away. But he couldnât have you so tense⊠he needed you to relax.
âCalling it a punishment scares meâŠâ you whimpered, feeling his tongue slide over your clit in a sloppy figure-eight pattern.Â
âmh⊠just relax, bunny. Stop thinking and let me take care of you⊠youâre my girl, arenât you? My sweet, delicious girl. My girl?â He ran his thumb over your tattoo, speaking right against your clit like he was talking to your pussy instead of you.Â
âMhmm.âÂ
âThen relaxâŠÂ you deserve to be spoiled after all you do for meâŠâ Harry looked up at you, smiling as you forced your body to melt into the bed.Â
Your eyes fluttered shut, head tilting back when his mouth returned to your clit. He gently added another finger inside of you, curling them both into your g-spot in a steady stroke. They felt so deep inside of you, nowhere near as full of his cock but still so so good.Â
The combination of his tongue and his fingers were driving you crazy, but he did them in such a relaxed, languid way that you knew it would take you ages to cum, if he even let you.Â
âSee? âS nice isnât it?⊠you always take care of me, bunny. Always clean my wounds and take good care of mâcock⊠mâheart tooâŠ. Always make me feel so happy.â
âYou make me happy too⊠scare me a lot tooâŠâ You sighed, fisting his hair as he grazed his teeth over your clit.
âI donât mean to,â Harry murmured against you, kissing against your clit in an infuriatingly light touch. âOnly want to make you feel good⊠feel safeâŠâ
âYou do⊠you do⊠just-fuck, please⊠MoreâŠÂ Harder.â
He smirked at your begging, the whiny tone in your voice going straight to his cock. Barely a couple minutes into it and you were already getting desperate. Already tugging at his hair and starting to wiggle.Â
He loved you like this because he had the ultimate control over whether or not he gave you what you wanted. At this point, it could go either way.Â
âNot yet sweetheart, âm having too much fun just like thisâŠâ
Your back arched when he pressed his fingertips into your tattoo, purposefully digging into the soft skin. It was a small tattoo, tiny in comparison to half of Harryâs work but you had a relatively low pain tolerance and your very inner thigh was quite sensitive. It was torturous paired with the way his tongue softly stroked against your clit.Â
âPlease, HarryâŠâ You begged once more, using your hands in his hair to try and drag him closer to you. You were writhing beneath him, desperate for something more than just light teasing shapes. You could barely handle it anymore.Â
âAh.â Harry tutted, slipping from your clit with a little pop of his lips. He grinned up at you, mouth and chin all soaked and dripping before pulling your hands from his hair to push them down on the bed beside you. It was possibly one of the most erotic things you had ever seen. âYâknow I like my hair pulled, bunny but if you keep pushing it, Iâll make sure you donât cum at all. Let me enjoy you.â
âOkayâŠâ You nodded quickly, hoping he wouldnât stop altogether. âmâsorry. Iâll be good.âÂ
âGood.âÂ
Harry released your hands before grabbing a hair tie from his wrist and putting his hair up in a bun. God when he did that⊠it did unspeakable things to you. You watched him obsessively, frothing over the way his arms and chest stretched and flexed with every small movement. Up behind his head then back down to the bed when he settled between your thighs while staring at you with this triumphant fuckboy smile.Â
âYouâre so pretty, yâknow that. So so pretty and all mine.â He murmured, tracing his finger through your crease while looking straight at your pussy with complete awe. Harry was fucking obsessed with you.
âHarryâŠâ
âI know,â he sympathised, voice almost mocking at your flushed cheeks. He loved when you got nervous. âYouâre so pretty when you blush, y/n.â He blew gently over your clit, sliding his two fingers back into you.Â
Closing his mouth around your clit, he started pleasuring you again. He moved his tongue against you harder and curled his fingers into you with far more purpose than before. And finally, finally you were starting to feel that relief. It was exactly what you needed to start to feel that twist in your stomach and shake in your thighs⊠the rush before that euphoric release. Your toes were starting to curl and your fingers tightened into his hair, tugging so hard he had to dig his fingertips into your tattoo to ground himself from how desperate he was getting from his hair being played with.
âOh god⊠Iâm⊠âmgonnaâŠâ
And then the rush stopped, that spiraling wave freezing right before it tumbled over the cliff. Harry removed his mouth and halted his fingers, kissing over your thighs instead with an evil grin you could feel against your skin.Â
âHarryâ you protested, gasping while looking down at him. Your legs attempted to clam around his head and you tried to tug his mouth back to you but he easily overpowered you and used his arms to pin your thighs wide against the bed.Â
âYouâre cute when youâre desperate. Might be my second favourite look on you.â He bit down on your thigh, chuckling against your skin.Â
âWhatâs the⊠whatâs your favourite?â Your breathing felt laboured, skin already feeling a little sticky from being teased for so long. Â
âWhen you orgasmâŠÂ sometimes itâs when Iâve got you so far gone youâre fucking sobbing for me. Only like your tears when theyâre because of mâcock.â
He was evil.Â
Was it fucked up that knowing he liked to make you cry turned you on?Â
âYouâre so meanâŠÂ you know I-ohâ your words got caught in his throat, eyes fluttering closed again when he started tracing his tongue over your clit again.Â
Harry started to tease you again, going back to that languid, gentle touching. He was enjoying every second of it too, moaning into you, using his spare hand to grab on your belly and your breasts. He pinched at your nipples before pressing against your tattoo, all to rile you up and build your orgasm again so damn slowly.Â
Harry was nearly about to burst. You were so wet and so fucking sweet and though he loved having his face between your thighs for hours on end, it turned him on beyond anything else on the fucking planet. He had to keep focusing his mind elsewhere, on anything but the way your cream was coating his fingers and dripping down his palm, or how you were so fucking wet just one slide of his tongue through your crease echoed around the entire room.Â
But then you got a little too sensitive, a little too desperate and tugged his hair so hard it slipped from the bun he did earlier. He was just as happy to punish you than he was to rest his face between your thighs.Â
The pleasure stopped once more and you were flipped so fast onto your belly, you didnât have an opportunity to try and wiggle away. He gathered your hands quickly in one of his so you couldnât move and ignored your whine of his name.Â
âI warned you once, y/n, and you didnât want to listenâŠâ
âHarry âm sorry. Iâll be good. I promise.â You protested, at Harryâs complete mercy. He pinned you to the bed with one hand, keeping your hands pressed to your lower back while he pulled his belt out of his belt loops. You wiggled beneath him, trying to get out of his tight grip only to be suddenly swatted with his belt over your ass.
You gasped at the sting, feeling the spot on your skin grow a heartbeat of its own. It was a warm spiced feeling, oozing down to your aching clit that Harry had teased all night.Â
âYou did this to yourself, bunny. I wanted to be nice and I wanted to enjoy your sweet little pussy but you couldnât keep your hands to yourself. Could you?â Harry looped the belt around your hands then tightened it with the buckle so it was snug around your wrists. He tugged at it just to be sure you couldnât slip out before hovering over you to kiss you gently on your shoulder.Â
âOkay?â He asked, nuzzling his nose against your cheek.
âMhmm.â You nodded.
âColour?â
âGreen.â
âGood girl.â He whispered the praise against your shoulder, kissing the middle of your back on his way back to kneel behind you.Â
Harry was quick to pull your ass up off the bed until your face was pressed to the duvet, giving him the perfect access to all your pretty holes. You were practically dripping. Already edged once with no relief and now he could just taste you and bury his face without having your hands in the way. His perfect girl.
âSeeâŠâ He murmured, tracing his hands over your ass. âIsnât this better? Now I can enjoy you in peace.â
You responded with a noise of indignation, squeezing your fists when he chuckled and spanked your ass in that same spot he whacked his belt. Your skin was pulled taught with the way your chest was pressed to the bed, making the sting heavier than usual.Â
Even though you whimpered and your whole body jerked at the feeling of his palm on your ass, Harry knew you enjoyed it. Just like you enjoyed being tied up.
The only reason you protested having his belt around your hands was because you hated it like this. Behind your back or pinned to your sides or thighs. You didnât like not being able to feel him, especially when you couldnât see him either. With Harry always gone you just wanted to touch him as much as humanly possible when he was around him.
You always had a hand on him. In his hair or scratching his back or in his pocket or intertwined with his fingers. You just needed that touch. Craved it. And now it had been taken away.
âGod, you taste so fucking good, bunny.â Harry groaned, spanking your ass roughly. He spread your cheeks wide, pulling back to spit right on your tight rim of muscles before he was sucking over your clit again. âLike a fucking dream.â
He groaned against you, nuzzling his nose right against your entrance to press just hard enough to dip into you. The way he used his entire face to pleasure you was completely feral. Heâd be able to smell you for days and taste your sweet sweet arousal for hours to come. Thatâs exactly how he liked it.Â
He was completely wrapped around your clit, sucking in that perfect rhythmic pressure he knew you liked. The same pressure that had you tumbling towards an orgasm within two minutes flat. Now he seemed to be doing the opposite of his torturous teasing. He was trying to make you cum and he was doing it in the messiest, most feral way possible.Â
That was somehow more evil because you had nowhere to go. You couldnât move your hands or grab his hair, not even hold his hand until he reached for you. With the tight grip on your hips, you were pinned in his grip. You didnât mind though, because he was finally⊠finally giving you that delicious pleasure.Â
You were hopeful, your entire body tense and trembling. Your mouth was gaped against the bedding, soft moans muffled into the material. Until your entire world crashed and burned when it all stopped. Again.Â
âNo. Harry...â
âShh, itâs okay, bunny.â Harry pressed his mouth over your ass, sliding his fingers out of you to run through your crease to your clit. âStill green?â
âY-yes.â
âGood. Then letâs keep going, shall we?â
You lost count at how many times he edged you. After five it all turned into a blur; a teary, stinging blurr where your mind was completely in the clouds and your body felt like it was melting into a puddle. You were completely heavy in the bed, legs sore and trembling and your arms aching after being behind your back for so long.Â
Every touch was torture, every flick of his tongue or suck over your clit sent your mind into orbit. You needed to come so fucking badly but there was nothing you could do to get him to let you finish. He was happy to just taste you and lick you until you were reduced to a pile of tears and sore muscles on the bed.
âPlease Harry⊠please I need it so bad⊠need yâcock so so badlyâŠâÂ
It wasnât the first time you begged for it, but it was certainly the first time you cried for it. You were crying softly against the bedding, wiggling and clenching around his fingers. Your nails were digging into your palms, trying to counteract the pressure your entire lower body was facing.Â
âYeah? Wanna give it to you, bunny. So fucking badâŠâ Harryâs cock had been painfully sore since your fourth edge, so fucking hard he got rid of all his clothes just for some relief. His jeans were pressing so tight against his cock, he could barely handle it.Â
Harry was a sadistic fuck, though and he liked the pain. He liked being sore and he liked to edge himself so when he finally got inside you and got that ultimate pleasure, the entire experience was better. He liked it when he made you come multiple times, but there was something romantic about edging you until you cried then letting you finally come when he was deep inside you and about to orgasm himself.Â
Simultaneous orgasms were a rarity, but Harry liked the challenge. Often it was him timing his with yours anyway. You were terrible at holding your orgasm, practically incapable of it. Thatâs why edging you was so funâŠÂ Harry had complete control over it. He knew the signs of your body reaching that point without you even verbalising it and knew the exact moment to pull away before you tipped over the edge.Â
And even when you cried and it was sore, your colour remained green the entire time.Â
âGot me so hard fâyou⊠just need to make sure you really want it, huh?â Harry bared his teeth against your ass cheek, biting down on one of the spots his various spontaneous spanks had made their mark. Your ass was beat red at this point, covered in teeth marks and hand prints from Harry getting too damn excited. He knew it would be sore for a couple of days, but thatâs what he wanted.
He wanted his memory on your skin⊠and now after your tattoo, it would be. Forever.Â
The thought of that was exhilarating and one of the most terrifying things in Harryâs world.
âI do⊠I need it so bad, Harry. Feel so empty without you⊠so soreâŠâ Your words all joined together, a slur of neediness and sniffled tears.Â
âOh, I bet, bunnyâŠâ He cooed, sliding his fingers out of you before sucking them clean. He then moved up on his knees behind you to gently undo the belt from your wrists. âBet youâre so sensitive nâsore, arenât you?â He threw the belt to the side, massaging your wrists in his hand to soothe the reddened skin.
You just nodded against the bedding, curling your fingers back to hold his hands. He sighed at the sight, leaning down to quickly kiss your fingers before rolling you on your back.Â
âAw, baby. Look at you all teary-eyedâŠâ Harry cupped your cheek, letting your legs fall wide on the bed as he wiped the tears from under your eye. With his other hand, he grabbed his cock and guided it to your pussy, sliding the head through your folds. His teeth gritted at the sensitivity on his desperate cock and he was trying so hard to not lose all strength in his body just at that one little touch. He was the one desperate now.
âYâlook so pretty like this⊠fucking gorgeous you areâŠâ
âHarryâŠâ You sighed, holding onto his wrist with one hand while grabbing his hip with the other. Just the feeling of his cock through your folds was heavenly, a sign that youâd finally get to come.Â
âI love the way you say my name, pretty girl. Like a fucking angel⊠shitâ
His hand slid down your face to your neck, looping around it in a loose hold while he pressed his tip to your entrance and slowly eased his way in. Your pussy was so sensitive from all his teasing and he could tell too. Your cry was loud and your nails dug deep into his hip. He was addicted to the feeling.Â
âShit⊠oh godâŠâ You whined out, head thrown back against the bedding. Your mouth was wide in a pant, chest heaving just at the feeling of him bottoming out inside of you. His cock was always an adjustment⊠thick and long and fuck, every time you thought of it your mind went a little dizzy.
It ached to have him inside you without being edged so much and now it was like a hot fire in your womb. Your clit was aching, your belly was aching, and everything was so tightly strung all you wanted was just to be fucked. Even if you were more sensitive than ever, you just needed to be fucked hard into the bed.Â
No teasing. Nothing. You just wanted him to fuck you until you came undone around him.Â
âFuck me⊠please, Harry just fuck meâŠâ your words came in a rushed, desperate plea; your hips jutting to try and get him to move.
âFuck, bunny. Got a filthy fucking mouth, donât youâŠâ Harry cursed, tightening his grip around your neck. âIâll fuck you, alright. Iâll give you exactly what you wantâŠâ
He started rocking his hips against you, wasting no time to get to a steady, bruising pace. It was hips snapping against hips, your thighs wide on the bed while he used his hand around your neck for balance. His balls slapped against your ass and his noises of pleasure were so goddamn erotic you knew youâd never forget the sound of them.
It was euphoric.Â
âGod baby, you feel so fucking good wrapped around me. And youâre all mine, arenât you? All fucking mineâŠâ Harry grunted, gritting his teeth to try and stop himself from finishing too fast. He was practically going to burst the moment his cock slid inside you. âAnd thisâŠâ He pressed his palm to your thigh, heavily running his thumb over your tattoo⊠âis so sexy⊠so fucking sexyâŠâ
Neither of you seemed to care about the fact he had fresh stitches and a fresh bullet wound because the way he was fucking you was too good to care about something that could be so easily fixed. That pain in his abdomen did very little to stop him from giving you the fucking you deserved, even if that meant heâd have to sit through another angry stitching done by you.
Hopefully, this time you werenât as angry or as rough with him⊠though he wouldnât have minded if it meant heâd have you again like this.
You couldnât even respond to him because it felt like your mouth had disconnected from your brain. Your body was so overstimulated that your mind could barely function. But you could drag him down with two hands on his jaw and kiss him. It was messy and uncoordinated but that didnât even matter. All that mattered was that his body was on yours and you felt the closeness you had craved since the moment he tied your wrists behind your back.
âI love you⊠I love you so muchâŠâ You murmured, already feeling your orgasm approach again. It hardly took any time, not when he was fucking you so good and so hard. He felt deeper than ever before, so deep you could feel that deep pit in your stomach start to churn. It was a feeling that didnât happen very often, but one both you and Harry reaped the benefits of.Â
âI love you so much, angel. My love forever and always.â Harry groaned into your mouth, gathering your hands in his and intertwining your fingers together. He pushed on either side of your head, pressing them into the bedding as he started to kiss along your jaw and neck to get a bit of air.Â
The dirty talk kept spilling out of his mouth, some coherent and others just desperate strung together sentences that made your head spiral and your pussy clench around his cock. He had a way with words, both in and out of the bedroom and it never failed to knock you to the fucking floor.
That deep churning in your pit only grew and started to press right against your clit. You could feel the pressure building and building until it felt like you were going to burst. Your clit was aching; a pinching white-hot pleasure beating from it like it had its own heartbeat.
âOh⊠shit⊠shit. Harry⊠âm gonna⊠âm gonna squirtâ The words barely got out, all thrown together in a loud cry right in his ear before you felt the damn burst from inside of you.Â
It rolled over you in a crash. An initial euphoric crash of pleasure hitting your body from all angles. Waves and waves of pure ecstasy made your thighs tremble and your toes curl. Your whole body shook as the first spray of your arousal hit Harryâs lower belly and with every squirt after, another jolt of electricity.
âShit baby. Good fucking girl. Fucking hellâŠâ Harry cursed, grinding his hips against you to try and draw as much of your orgasm through. He felt it coat his cock and the hairs at his base, dripping down to his balls until it started to dampen the bedding beneath you. âJesus, bunny. âM gonna cum⊠Can I?...â
âWant it⊠want it inside, pleaseâŠâ you whimpered, squeezing his hands tight as the pleasure started to die down to a low beat in your clit.
Harryâs mouth smushed against yours as he fucked himself once more inside of you, groaning against you as his body trembled above you. You could feel the hot bliss of his come filling you to the brim and the sudden weight of him on top of you when he let himself relax against your body.
âShit, bunnyâŠâ He sighed, dropping his forehead to the crook of your neck.Â
You were both exhausted. Your skin was damp and sticky and the bed below you felt exactly the same. It was a mess. You were a mess and yet you were the happiest you couldâve been. Sore muscles and a fire beating on your ass and fresh tattoo meant nothing compared to the fulfilment you had just being with Harry.Â
âAre you okay?â He whispered after a moment of silence, resting his chin on your chest to look at you. He needed to collect himself before he checked on you so he was physically able to take care of you and provide whatever you needed. He definitely needed to have a shower or bath with you and rub some cream on your wrists and bum.
âIâm good,â You whispered back, smiling softly at him. âA little sore but so good⊠are you okay?â
âIâm perfect,â he smiled and softly kissed your sweaty skin, âcan I pull out now?â
With a small nod, he gently pulled himself out of you and then started your normal routine. He went to get some water and a damp towel to clean you both up and then returned to clean you while you guzzled the entire thing. Some nights you two jumped in the shower straight away, but that was only if you werenât going to have another round or were prepared to change the sheets at the same time.
Tonight wasnât one of those nights. After you went to the bathroom quickly you returned and you both curled into each otherâs arms to have your usual pillow talk. It was your favourite part of sleeping together because it was often when the truth came out or you found out more things about him. You loved that.
âI still canât believe you did thisâŠâ Harry murmured, looking down at the tattoo. He traced his fingers over it, looking at it obsessively.
âWas it too much? Be honestâŠâ
âWhat?â Harry was a little taken aback and looked up at you with a furrowed expression, âNever. Fucking unexpected but I love it,â he reached up to grab your cheek and you immediately nuzzled into it, holding your hand over his, âI love you, y/n. I donât say it often enough but I do. And I want you in my life, I just donât know how to do it. I donât know how to keep you safe.â
âLet me come with you.â You responded, ânext time you go back to the city, let me come. I want to see where you live and⊠I donât know, maybe meet your friends? OrâŠâ you felt a little embarrassed at the next words that came out of your mouth, but you werenât exactly sure how else to say it, âwork colleaguesâŠâ
Harry cracked the biggest fucking grin at how you phrased it, but he tried to not laugh so he wouldnât embarrass you. âAlright. Tomorrow. Iâll take you back with me.â
âTomorrow?â You blinked, not expecting him to just willingly agree like that.
âYes. I donât have a job until Thursday so weâll have a couple of days together. But thatâs only if you donât have college or wo-â
âI donât.â You interrupted quickly, knowing very well you did have university and work. Harry knew that too, he just wanted to see if youâd really skip a few days of responsibility for him. âIâd love to go.â
Harry smirked, nearly getting all worked up again at the thought of his angel skipping classes just to spend time with him. âGoodâŠâ He then cleared his throat and sat up so he could look at you, âI want you to have this.â
He removed his signature cross necklace from around his neck and motioned for you to sit up as well. âHarry⊠I couldnâtâ
âYou can.â He pressed, placing the necklace over your head. He eyed the way it fell right between your breasts and pulled your hair out from underneath it so it wouldnât get tangled. âAlways wear this, y/n. I mean it. The moment I take you into the city there will be people who care that you know me and theyâll use it against me.â Harry played with the cross between two fingers, rubbing his thumb over the front of it, âWearing this⊠itâs a protection.â
âHow?...â You whispered, looking between the necklace and his gorgeous green eyes.
âBecause this-â his hand fell to your thigh, squeezing over the plastic film of your tattoo, â-tells me that youâre mine and this-â he grabbed the chain again, tugging it ever so slightly, âtells the entire fucking world.â
ââââââ ⥠âââââââ ââââââ ⥠âââââââ
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The Wrong Robin Au (part four)
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Danny slowed his car down, staring at the black iron gate coming into view; Bats and ivy welded on in an elegant pattern, obviously more thought-out than The Drake's ducks had been. He had to give it to Tim, the kid had been right about how stupid the ducks looked.
Glancing around, Danny found he was completely alone on the dirt road. The gray sky slowly brightened as the sun climbed higher in the distance, trees swaying in the gentle breeze, and birds chirped.
If it hadn't been for his experiences at Vlad's place, he would have found the scenery comforting, maybe even inviting. But the knowledge that this was the home of a billionaire, one that went out at night to fight crime like a furry on crack nonetheless, ruined it.
Maybe he should just head back to the motel...
...
Fuck it, when had Phantom ever backed down? That's right! Never! Danny was going to stick to his metaphorical guns and follow through with his admittedly stupid plan.
Taking his foot off the brake; Danny activated his intangibility, shared it with the car, and drove through the gate. (look, what were his powers for if not to make his life convenient? He deserved it after literally dying for them. AND the gate was probably locked. There was no way he could convince someone to let him in at this time in the morning, so...)
Danny kept an eye on his surroundings as he drove, he doubted Bruce Wayne would have ghost vultures working for him, but that doesn't mean Danny wouldn't be prepared if he did.
Eventually, a large building came into view. Its gothic architecture and obvious timely design set it apart from Vlad's modern monstrosity of a castle. Danny could just tell this was a home for a family with old money; the weathered roof and aged water fountain told stories of the people who used to live there. This was a home, not just a house.
Pulling his car over and parking, Danny quickly sent a mental prayer to the home's ancestors. He hoped they could forgive him for what he was about to do.
Grabbing his backup phone and his keys, Danny tossed the car door open and stepped out. Immediately his senses were clouded with grief and anger. It was so strong he almost lost his footing. The house was just drenched in the emotions, tendrils reaching out and wrapping around anything and everything.
Closing his eyes, Danny held his breath so he could focus on blocking the emotions out. (flashes of someone else's memories rushed past his mind; a glimpse of a young boy sitting in a library reading a book. An older man sitting next to him silently. In another flash, the two were now in a dark cave, the light of a computer the only thing illuminating them as the older man draped a blanket across the boy's back. whispered words of sincere promises echoed in his head.)
He had believed Tim, but he hadn't expected it to be this bad. Ancients, this was worse than when he had to deal with Spectra.
Batman definitely needed therapy.
...
Maybe Jazz should be Robin instead, she'd know how to handle this properly. but Jazz wasn't here right now, she was in Sweden learning all about mental health. Which meant Danny would have to do this himself.
yay.
He had two options; One, he sits down with the man and they have a sincere and very emotional conversation. Or two, he beats it into the guy's head that he needs to stop going out and trying to get himself killed. Based on everything he knows about Batman? It was going to be number two that was going to get results... Well, at least Danny had experience punching things until he got what he wanted. (even if it didn't always work.)
Shaking himself out of his mind, Danny started making his way to the front door. It was past five in the morning, Bruce should be home now. Whether he was sleeping like Danny would assume he usually did, was a different question altogether.
Glancing around the door, Danny found there was a large rope hanging to the left. Vlad had the same thing at his place, it was an old-fashioned doorbell.
shrugging, Danny pulled on the rope and waited.
and waited.
and waited.
After a minute or two, Danny pulled the rope again. Suddenly the door swung open to reveal an older man dressed in a nice waistcoat and trousers.
"Can I help you?" the man asked, a British accent completing the look.
Danny blinked for a second before quickly focusing back on his task. "My name's Danny. Bruce is being a dumbass who needs to take a chill pill and take a step back from hospitalizing criminals. Can I come in?"
It was the old man's turn to stare and blink at him. After a minute, the man stepped back and opened the door, his eyebrow raised. "I would like to see how you plan to tell this to Master Bruce. His office is this way, young man."
"May I ask what exactly you're doing here?" the man asked, closing the door behind Danny.
Danny shrugged, "I'm here to beat some sense into him. He's going to get himself killed and no one wants to see what happens when he does."
The butler, because the rich fruitloop would obviously have one, hummed as he nodded his head in agreement. "I see. Maybe this is what he needs then. he won't listen to me, no matter how much I nag him."
Nothing else was said as he guided Danny through the manor, eventually stopping at a fancy dark wooden door. "Master Bruce, you appear to have a visitor." Then He opened the door and gestured for Danny to enter.
He only had a moment to ponder how he should do this before he entered the room. He should keep his powers hidden, for now at least.
He was greeted with the sight of an exhausted man in a bathrobe sitting at his desk and staring out the window. He was clutching a very worn and loved book in his hands, his brows slightly furrowed. (Danny noted that it was the same book the kid had been reading, The Hero and the Crown... or something like that, Danny hadn't really gotten a good look at the title.)
The butler stepped back, closing the door, and stood next to it to maybe await his new orders. Ones he probably wouldn't get any time soon, if the way Bruce hadn't moved or responded meant anything.
Well, if the old man wanted to see this then who was Danny to stop him?
Stepping forward, Danny leaned over the desk and slapped the back of Bruce's head. The man swiftly turned and stared at him, raising one of his hands to touch his head in shock. Danny heard the butler choke in surprise but ignored him. He could only pray to Clockwork that Bruce didn't kill him for this.
"You are being absolutely idiotic, dude." Danny declared. "Do you think Jason would have wanted you to act like this?" Bruce stood up, his chair slamming into the wall, his eyes burning in anger. "No? Then get your shit together and be the man he would be proud of."
Bruce lunged over the desk, his fist pulled back to hit Danny. It was just like Danny expected, just like Tim had told him, the man was letting his emotions control his actions. Dodging to the side, Danny continued talking, "This going out every night, fighting more and more dangerous and outlandish people all by yourself? It's going to get you killed."
Bruce gave up on trying to punch him, instead, he threw himself forward and body-slammed Danny to the floor. Danny coughed, quickly blocking his face as Bruce took a swing at him. Using the man's blind anger to his advantage, Danny kicked Bruce in the chest and sent him flying into his desk. "Jason's dead. It sucks. and it hurts. It's probably the worst pain you've ever experienced, but there's nothing you can do about it."
Danny glared at the man as he scrambled into a crouch, waiting to see what Bruce did next. "Shut up," the man growled, shoving himself up and away from his desk. He picked up his stapler; he was probably either going to use it as a blunt weapon or throw it at Danny. Widening his stance, Danny got ready to dodge or lunge.
He remembered reading about him, online when he first became Phantom. He remembered reading about Robin and Batman and how they worked together to protect Gotham. How they tirelessly worked day and night to put their rogues away every time they got out again.
He remembered seeing pictures of Batman standing next to little Robin, a proud smile on his face as the police took the criminals away. Pictures of the man helping and protecting Robin whenever the boy couldn't handle whatever mess he had gotten into. There was even a memorable one of Batman scolding an obviously sheepish Robin, a knocked-out Riddler slumped behind him.
He had wished so badly for someone to help him back them, for someone to be his Batman when times got hard. He remembered how devastated he was when it turned out the only person like him was Vlad. Vlad, who had wanted to murder his father and marry his mother. Vlad, who had overshadowed people to gain more wealth and power. Vlad, who hadn't seen how wrong it was to try and clone him.
He remembered the comments and videos from the citizens of Gotham, cheering for their heroes when they succeeded in capturing the rogues. How they still supported them when they failed. It was nothing like Amity's reaction to him.
He remembered how Gothom reacted when Robin was pronounced dead. How the city had cried and raged. He felt it all the way over in Amity, the grief and anger. The whole city had come together to mourn the boy who protected them. Even two years later, Danny could still feel the echoes.
"Jason's dead. He's dead and gone and you're letting yourself get consumed with your grief. but you made a promise Bruce."
Danny knew he had, it was the same promise Danny had made just four years ago.
Bruce's eyes widened and the anger that was surging in his eyes froze for just a moment. His hand loosened around the stapler but didn't let it go. The butler looked concerned, unsure if he should interfere or not.
"You made a promise all those years ago when you first dawned that stupid bat suit. You promised to do everything in your power to help your city. To protect it. Robin made the same promise. When he took up his suit. They both did."
Bruce's jaw tensed, his eyes narrowing. Danny lowered his body, still ready to dodge at a moment's notice.
"You made a promise to your son, Bruce. Even if he didn't know it. One that you couldn't keep."
Bruce threw the stapler, making Danny jump to the side to dodge it. His mistake was not keeping an eye on what Bruce did after throwing it. The man quickly rushed up to him, eyes blazing in anger. "You don't know anything!" he cried, his fist slamming into Danny's jaw. Danny staggered back but ducked under the next punch.
"I lost my son! I wasn't there!" Bruce shouted, kicking Danny's legs out from under him. Danny's back hit the floor, knocking the breath out of him. Bruce followed him down, breaking his nose with another punch to the face. "I promised I would protect him and I wasn't there!"
Danny growled, catching Bruce's fist in his hand and sending a punch at the side of Bruce's head. Bruce tried to lean back, Danny's fist clipping his forehead. Bruce grunted, reaching up to grab Danny's fist to keep him from punching him again.
"You couldn't protect him! I get it, it sucks!" Danny shouted back, flashes of Dani's melting form grasping at his shirt in panic pulled to the front of his mind. "It leaves a black hole in the center of your chest! It sucks all the warmth out of you, leaving only the cold bitter knowledge that you couldn't save him!" (that he couldn't save her)
Bruce pulled his fist out of Danny's hand, slamming his elbow down into Danny's chest and twisting Danny's right arm sharply in an attempt to break it. Danny kept talking though, ignoring the pain as he pulled his arm out of Bruce's grasp, "But Jason made a promise! and you're doing nothing to keep it!"
Danny grabbed onto Bruce's bathrobe and flipped them so Bruce was the one on the floor now. Quickly reaching up, Danny grabbed both of Bruce's hands and held them as still as he could. Bruce was strong, but Danny had years of fighting Skulker and the other super-strong ghosts under his belt. "He made that promise knowing that you had made the same one!"
Bruce growled, throwing his head up in an attempt to hit Danny with it. Danny leaned back, accidentally loosening his grip just enough for Bruce to break out of it. Bruce shoved him off of him, making Danny slide back and hit a chair.
Grunting, Danny stood up and lunged at Bruce. Bruce dodged to the side, dropping down to pick the stapler back up. "I can't claim to know what Jason would have wanted," Danny spat, backing up to give himself more space as Bruce stepped toward him. "but I know as someone who made the same promise, I wouldn't have wanted you to change into what you are now!"
Bruce narrowed his eyes at Danny, "Yeah, and what's that?" he growled.
"A careless, suicidal, moron," Danny growled back.
Bruce froze, stopping in place as he stared at Danny.
Danny took his chance to drive his point home; standing up straight, he raised his hands up in surrender. "He was your son. He looked up to you for protection. For guidance. And sure, maybe you weren't the best dad, and maybe you made mistakes. But you were his dad."
Danny stepped forward, watching as the butler stepped forward to reach out to the man. "and what kind of son would want his dad to kill himself?"
Bruce dropped his stapler, his eyes falling to the ground and catching onto the book he had dropped earlier. It was opened to the front page, written words in messy writing covering it.
"You need to stop, Bruce," Danny said, slowly crouching down and reaching out for the book. Bruce watched him as he stood up, the book still open to the front page in his hands. Jason's writing visible to all of them.
"you couldn't keep your promise to protect him. It sucks and it hurts. but you can keep his promise. The same promise you made all those years ago."
Bruce looked up at him, his blue eyes filling with tears, the butler's hand resting on his shoulder. Danny stepped forward again, holding the book out for Bruce to take.
"You can't protect Gotham if you're dead."
Jason's handwritten note stared up at them, the ink messy and smudged.
'to the best dad in the world and the many adventures we'll go on!'
and Bruce? Bruce crumbled to the floor with a sob, leaving Danny to stand in front of him. Blood running down his face, staining his hoodie and pink Hello Kitty pants, the book still held out with steady hands.
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#Danny pretends to be Robin#Post Jason's death#The Wrong Robin Au#danny's only had tim for two hours#but if anything happened to him#he'd kill everyone in the room and then himself#danny fenton#dp x dc#dc x dp crossover#dc x dp#tim drake#Wrong Robin Au#bruce wayne#batman#danny phantom#dpxdc#dick grayson#alfred pennyworth#clockwork#maybe a little out of character#but this is when burce is greiving jason#so him fighting Danny would be more likely to happen then one would think#he's not thinking clearly#danny's a stranger who just walked into his house and slapped him#and then called him out by using his dead son#he's a little angry at that#Danny knew exactly what he was doing by saying all that
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Bone Deep
AO3 Link -- MDNI -- TW: emotional hurt/comfort, make up sex
Your husband, John Price, has fallen into a pattern of behavior that seems to be moving him farther and farther away from you. But, you refuse to play second fiddle for long.Â
You were drenched. It had been raining in such a way that made you think the Lord had gone back on his promise. Perhaps the rainbow had been painted just to placate you. Perhaps, you thought as you wrung out your hair on the porch, you would be drowned after all.Â
It sure felt that way. Work had mounted up to the point of a fever-pitch. You had three projects due and one to revise. Not to mention, your husband had been home and yet almost fully invisible.Â
John Price was back on something like leave, but he was never around. You saw evidence of his presence all over your floor and table and furniture. Socks, dirty plates, dead tablets, scraps of paper with Russian names scribbled on them... He was hunting Makarov in your kitchen and your hallway and your bathroom, and he was leaving that trail of breadcrumbs both literally and figuratively all over your house.Â
Youâd gone to bed alone for two nights in a row, and as you nearly tumbled over a pair of his sneakers in the foyer, caked in wet mud, you decided that it would not be three.Â
âJohn?â You called out.
There was no reply, but a pale blue light shone under his office door.Â
You popped open the latch and saw him hunched over the computer screen.Â
âJohn.â
âHm?â He responded, but he didnât turn around.Â
âJohn!â
âWhat?â He roared, spinning in his chair and glowering at you, shaming you for interrupting him.
âOkay,â you nodded, resigned.Â
It would be a cold day in hell before you accepted that tone from anyone. Youâd gone in there expecting to have a rational conversation, but your husband had raised his voice to you like youâd been a naughty dog.Â
And you were absolutely not going to take that sort of treatment.
You made it to your bedroom in a quick three strides, pulling your overnight bag from under the bed. You shot your best friend, Cana, an SOS text. She lived two hours away, but you didnât mind. Youâd drive all night through the rain if it meant getting out of this prison that you used to call a home.Â
Okay, maybe that was a little dramatic, but you had boundaries. Clear ones. And he knew he had crossed them. He just didnât care.Â
You started to pack as you fumed, tossing in a few days worth of clothes, your toiletry bag, the essentials. Then, the bedroom door clanged open, its handle slamming into the railing on the wall.Â
âWhatâs this?â John waved a hand over your bag.Â
âWhen I married you, I married a partner, not a ghost. The only reason I know youâre home is because you leave your fucking laundry for me to finish all over my floor. Iâm not going to clean up after you like some maid. Then, you raise your tone at me, disrespecting me? No. When youâre ready to be my husband again, you know my number.â
He scoffed,
âAll this bloody drama over some dirty socks?â
You stared at him in a way that told him just how serious you were. The silence between you stretched on for eons, expanding in all directions. You smiled,Â
âYou know itâs not the socks.â
The look in his eyes said: yes, I know itâs not the socks. But, his pride wouldnât let him say the quiet part out loud.Â
So, you left.Â
Starting up the car was hard. Backing out of the driveway was harder. But, every mile you drove simply steeled your resolve. You knew his work was important, but you were important, too. Youâd always be his wife, but you needed some space.Â
You texted your boss when you made it to Canaâs house; you were taking a few days off. A night of tears and comforting hugs (and strong margaritas) passed, then a morning. Then, a night⊠and in the middle of it, you saw your phone light up. Despite the million other notifications you received every day, you knew it was him.
John: hey
You: hey
John: can i call
You: one sec
You sneaked out of bed, untangling yourself from Canaâs lanky arms, and lugged your phone out to the front porch. You were about to curl up on her big patio chair when you were stopped in your tracks at the sight of a big black truck idling in the driveway.
You sighed, standing there staring at your husband. He killed the engine and stepped down from the cab. As he approached you, looking up at you from the bottom of the stairs like a wide-eyed disciple, you noticed that his blue irises were ringed in pink, bloodshot and puffy. He hadnât shaven, and he looked pale.Â
But, even though you were still hurt, and even though he looked a little worse for wear, it was hard to ignore the carnal ache in your belly when you watched the muscles bulge and flex in his immense forearms as he crossed his arms in front of himself. The way his chest stretched out his black tee shirt, a tuft of fur peeking out of the crew neckline, the sleeves struggling to contain his round biceps. The way he chewed his full bottom lip when he had something important to say. It was enough to test your resolve. Â
âHey,â you said in a small voice, holding your arms around your body for comfort.Â
Suddenly, those sharp eyes focused on you with rapt attention, and he stared right at you, speaking in a low, gravelly purr, trying to keep his voice down,
âIâve been a proper arse.â
You tried to hold back a smirk. He continued,
âI took advantage of you. Iâve been hunting this fuckinâ bastard for so many years, and Iâve got him cornered. Itâs all I can think about. Every night I think if only I was a little quicker, or maybe just bloody braver, I could stop him from killing more innocent people. I let him into our house. Into your life. And I shouldnât have let my work come between us,â Johnâs expression softened, and he uncrossed his arms, hooking his thumb into his jeans pocket, âAnd Iâm sorry.â
âThank you,â you said quietly, still waiting for his next step. Being sorry was only part of it.Â
âWhen you come home tomorrow, itâll be different. Iâm gonna pull my weight again. You have my word that Iâll only work when you work, and when youâre home,â he squared his shoulders, rocking his hips forward, nervous energy coursing through his body, âIâll be home with you. I promise.â
You nodded, shifting your weight, staring down at your feet. Then, he called your attention with a caught breath and words that hurt you bone deep,
âYou are coming home, right?â
You tried your honest best to fight the tears, but your body shuddered through a sob and you gasped in a sharp breath of air. He moved to hold you, to ascend the steps and repent, to be forgiven, but you held up your hand stopping him in his tracks,
âI wonât have you speaking to me like that, John. I wonâtâŠâ You thought about your words carefully, âI canât be treated that way.â
âI understand, love. Believe me,â he chuckled, âI never want you to feel like that again.â
The way he rubbed his thumb across his sternum made your own chest hurt. He tried to approach you again, stepping up the wooden stairs, creaking under his weight, and he angled his chin up as if to kiss you. But, you stepped away, guarding your own heart for just a while longer.Â
The hunger in his eyes followed you like smoke from a fire, warming you with its heat.Â
âIâll be home in the morning, John,â you said, turning to go back into the house.Â
The next morning, as you packed, you thought about his promise. You hoped that you were heard. Truly heard and not just for a week of good behavior. You deserved to be respected, and you wouldnât let your relationship with him become so one-sided again.Â
When you pulled into your driveway, you expected to be greeted with the same dark, empty house. As you moved to pick your feet up over the usual mess of shoes, you discovered the foyer scrubbed to a high shine, and there was nothing to stumble upon. All the shoes were shoved into their little cubbies, and there wasnât a dirty sock in sight. The living room was bright, clean, and John was standing in the middle of it, waiting for you. He took your bags, and scooped you up into a long, tight hug.Â
You thought he might try to kiss you, but he didnât. He just held you against him, breathing in and out, not letting go. Your face was buried deep in his chest, and you could smell his aftershave mixing with the strong scent of his cigars, and a slight musk that was all him. You wanted to feel his fur against your cheek.Â
Suddenly, he grabbed your chin in his hand, making you face him, and he said in a dark, warm tone,Â
âIâm gonna be the me that you need me to be. From now on. I swear it.â
You felt his soft lips touch yours, kissing you chastely, then deeper, chasing your taste, finding your tongue, licking along its length, savoring your mouth like a treat, cherishing every suck and nip and bite.Â
âI missed you, John,â you admitted, feeling hot tears staining your cheeks, not realizing you were crying.Â
He wiped them from your temples, smearing them into your skin, cradling your head in his hands so carefully as if you were made of glass.Â
âIâve been away. But, I swear, love. I swear, Iâm back. I swearâŠâ
His lips met your wet cheek and took your tears with them.Â
âI swearâŠâÂ
He kissed your neck, holding your head in his huge paw.
âI swearâŠâÂ
You ran your hands over his neck, encircling him, tugging at his shirt, needing to feel his skin. He hooked his arms over his head and rucked the shirt off his back, tossing it on the couch. He pulled you into his lap as he sat down, sinking into the cushions, kissing you like you might disappear again.Â
âIâm so sorry, love. Please forgive me,â John growled darkly, his deep voice rumbling between kisses.Â
âForgiven,â you said, forcing him to look at you.
Then, he put his forehead to yours and let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes and simply rubbing your back, trailing his hands over your hips, pulling you in closer to him.Â
Tentatively, as if testing the waters of a deep well, you rocked your hips against him, seeing if you could get him to take the bait. If you had your husband back, you wanted to seal that promise with more than just a kiss.Â
He groaned,
âMm, I donât deserve that.â
You repeated the motion, feeling the twitch of his fat cock inside of his jeans, and you narrowed your eyes at him,
âSex isnât a reward. Itâs our connection, and I need to feel you. I need my captain back.â
He smiled, nuzzling your jaw, peppering your skin with little, chirping kisses,Â
âPretty girl⊠I missed you so much. What was I thinking?â
You shrugged, playing coy as you slipped off your leggings and set to undoing his buttons, opening the fly of his jeans to see the shock of dark hair and the swollen prize nestled in it,Â
âI dunno. Maybe you just needed a reminder?â
As you teased him at your entrance, letting his head play in your wet folds, you began to sink down onto his shaft, spearing yourself onto his length, rocking back and forth with a tantalizing rhythm.Â
âMmngh,â he sighed, his eyes staring, transfixed on where your bodies reconnected.Â
Finally, after some effort, his girth was fully sheathed within you, warmed and cradled by your soft heat. You began to lift yourself on your knees up and down, dragging all the way to his rosy head and then sliding all the way back down to those brown curls, enjoying the faces he was making against his will.Â
However, he didnât put up with your performance for long. Before you knew it, you were laying on the couch with your knees on your chest, taking every inch of his cock as deep as it would go. He had a gentle curve that, in this position, rubbed exactly where it needed to, pulling you along from one orgasm to the next like you were a kite, fully at his mercy and high as hell.Â
Your mind swam with murky, unintelligible thoughts, and he fucked you harder and harder, pounding himself into you like a machine. Sometimes you forgot his strength⊠and his stamina.Â
You whined a bit, your timbre changing from other-worldly pleasure to mild discomfort, and he picked up on it like a hound. He slowed, inspecting you, looking for the broken pieces.Â
âYou alright, missus?â He said, kissing you, thrusting shallowly now, checking in with you.
âCan we sit?â
âCâmere.â
John pulled you into his lap and continued his efforts, rocking himself back and forth, holding your body like a toy. Then, he snaked his hand between you, giving your clit something firm to rub against, and you felt the tingles begin to build inside of your belly, a coil tightening, a dam under pressure, a firework ready to burst.Â
He was facing you, so you began to kiss him in a slow, supple way, letting your mouth fall open and your lips meet his with the lightest touch. John matched your energy, getting lost in your ritual, sending out the tip of his tongue to play and taste you again.Â
He pulled away and licked his fingers before returning them to your folds,
âMmf-fuck. You are so bloody good.â
âI want you to come in me, baby,â you confessed, resting your forehead on his, trying to catch your breath.Â
You saw the surprise dance through his expression.Â
âYou sure?â
You knew it wasnât something you allowed very often. Youâd been off of your birth control for a few months, trying to give your body a break from the hormones. And even though you werenât trying for a baby, that was always a dream that you shared. For John, it was the ultimate dream.Â
âYeah, Iâm sure,â you nodded, kissing his smiling mouth.
âOh, fuck me,â he growled darkly, gripping you around your waist, changing the angle to something wholly transcendent. How did he do it? How did he know where your body needed him to be? It was absurd.Â
Everything was bright and glittering as you came around him, and you felt yourself squeezing his cock mercilessly, coming down his shaft in hot, thick coatings of creamy slick, unable to stop it from flooding out around him.Â
He, too, was erupting. He gasped for air, grunting in loud, animalistic shouts, his whole face contorted into a pleasure-filled rage, pumping you full of his soft, warm cream, frothing it with his rough movements.Â
Eventually, he flung his head back, holding you to him in a tight hug, his entire body moving and reacting without his input, fully on instinct. You held him back, clutching him against you like a lifeline.
You thought he would slip out of you once he was down from his high, but he didnât. He simply held you to him, sweaty and desperate, letting himself soften inside of you. It was as if he didnât want to leave.Â
âThank you, love,â he kissed you again, shuddering yet powerful.Â
âItâs nice to have you home, John,â you smiled, letting his soft laughter warm your heart, basking in it like the sun.Â
#call of duty fanfic#cod mw2#captain john price#cod mwii#john price#cod#captain price#captain price x you#call of duty#captain price x female reader#captain john price x female reader#captain price x reader
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pretty when I cry
wc: 6k
pairing: joel miller x f!reader
summary: what was meant to be a slow relaxing morning after a night out with joel turns into something much more.
a/n: so Iâve been trying to work out the rest of my tlou series but couldnât get this idea out of my head. itâs entirely self-indulgent, absolute filth, literally inspired by porn (but with feelings). pls skip if youâre not comfortable with anything outlined in the warnings/tags, otherwise hope yâall enjoy :] (and if anyone has any interest in a part two lmk bc I may or may not have some ideas lolol)
warnings/tags: explicit 18+ (minors dni), no outbreak au, softdom!joel, smut with a hint of plot, established relationship, age gap, reader is described as small/little but also curvy, hints of possessive!joel, daddy kink, almost dd/lg dynamics, subspace, oral (f receiving), slight somnophilia (very consensual), size kink, dirty talk, so many petnames (baby, honey, pretty girl, little girl), painful sex but Joel is a consent king, aftercare, fingering, *cough* butt stuff *cough*, unprotected pinv, squirting, barely proofread sorry
It wasnât uncommon, for you to wake up like this, Joelâs head of salt and pepper curls dipped below the covers, his mouth eagerly pulling an orgasm from your pliant body. So it comes as no surprise when youâre roused awake by the sound of your own whines and whimpers, slipping through your lips like soft little pleas. Your tired eyes shift to the top of his head, the sheets bunched at his wide shoulders, leaving you bare and exposed to the cool morning breeze blowing through the open bedroom window.Â
He works in slow languid movements, yet he has you gushing around his tongue nonetheless, his mouth warm and wet against your dripping sex, still soft and swollen from the previous nightâs activities. Youâd fallen asleep, damp and sticky, only after heâd pounded you into his mattress until the early hours of the morning.Â
Upon waking, the feeling of his cum still dripping out of you, legs wrapped around one of his dense thighs, it drove him positively insane. It didnât matter how peacefully asleep you were, how steadily you drew breaths between your plush lips, he had to have you the moment his eyes set on you. Â
He senses youâre awake when your fingers delicately twist through the curls at the crown of his head. He hums contentedly against you, the vibrations making your eyes fall closed once more as wanting sounds slip past your lips. Youâd never been one for religion, but seeing Joel for the past several months has you questioning everything. The way his mouth moves against your pulsing core leaves you with no choice but to believe in some higher power, some celestial being that deemed you lucky enough to allow a man like Joel into your life.
He pulls away from your messy cunt and you whine at the loss. Your glossed over eyes meeting his with pupils blown wide. âMorninâ pretty girl,â he says, his voice gruff and his lips shining with your slick. The sight sends another wave of warmth straight to your core.Â
âHi,â you say, tone gentle and weary with sleep. A timid smile spreads across your lips as you run a hand through his scruff. No matter how many times you wake up next to him, how many times he fucks you senseless, you always manage to grow shy under his salacious stare.Â
He plants a fleeting kiss to your clit and you shudder, you can feel him smirk even as your gaze shifts to the ceiling above you. Your hand unknowingly grips his hair tighter and urges him towards where you need him most, not even noticing your own action until you hear Joel let out an amused chuckle.Â
âSo needy for me, huh baby?â He runs a hand from your thigh over the curve of your hip, his touch featherlight over the certain spot by your hipbone that he knows drives you wild. His fingers end splayed across your lower belly, his thumb rubbing small circles into your skin.Â
âAlways need you, daddy,â you say, only slightly above a whisper, a small buck of your hips to get your point across. The petname has his already half hard cock twitching against the sheets, his other hand instinctively squeezes the flesh of your hip.Â
With no warning, his lips are on you again, his pace now fast and increasingly sloppy. He eats at you like a man starved, his curved nose rubbing against your clit with each of his movements. The intensity of it all makes your head spin and your cunt clench around nothing. A ghosting pain lingers in your lower half, another reminder of the evening prior.Â
The two of you had gone out, like you often did on Friday nights, deciding on a new spot downtown. Joel was hesitant at first, having heard it was more popular with the younger crowd, more catered to people your age. But heâd learned early in your relationship that saying no to you was nearly impossible, with your big doe eyes and sweet pleading smiles, he rarely had it in him to deny anything your little heart desired.Â
But God, the little black dress you wore nearly had him throwing you over his shoulder and locking you away in his bedroom for only his eyes to ever behold. Joel would never admit to being the possessive type. He knew what other men saw in you, wide eyed and sweet, kind beyond reason, with a gorgeous smile and beautiful curves. He saw the way theyâd look at you, saw the way their eyes followed your perfect form, like predators stalking their prey.
He would never admit to being the possessive type, but his incessant grip around your waist in every public space and the death glares heâd send any man that looked your way proved otherwise. And despite your attempts to dissuade his arrogance, there was a part of you that craved to be claimed, to be marked as his.Â
The week had been long and draining. Your overbearing boss forced you to work overtime into the late hours of the evening nearly every night, and with Joelâs days often starting as early as 5am, he was usually sound asleep by the time youâd managed to feed yourself and drag your exhausted corpse to bed.Â
To no fault of his own, Joel hadnât paid much attention to you this week, leaving you feeling neglected and irritated despite his generally relentless attentiveness towards you. And so you decided to toy with him, always testing his limits and seeing how far you can go before he snaps. You wouldnât admit it, but you kinda liked him a little angry.Â
And boy was it easy to get a rise out of him, especially dressed the way you were, your ass only just covered and your tits spilling over the tight corset-like top of your dress. You had his blood boiling before the two of you even left his house. When you finally walked through the bar entrance, Joel was like a guard dog, his arm wrapped tightly around your lower waist, a permanent scowl imprinted on his face towards the many male bar goers that ogled you. He had you tucked so close to his body you were nearly tripping over his feet with each of your steps.Â
After your first drink you were feeling antsy, and a bit too bold for you own good, and so you flirted with them, boys you had not a single shred of interest in, laughed at their jokes and accepted their offers to buy you drinks, all the while glancing back at Joel, biting your lip, trying not to giggle at his grimace and the way redness began spreading up his neck. Youâd retreat back to your table, to Joel, prizes in hand, and feign innocence when heâd question what you were up to.Â
âWhat do yâ think youâre doinâ,â he questioned after you had slipped away to the bar a second time under the guise of needing to use the restroom. You padded up to him, slotting yourself between his thighs, twirling the straw in your drink between your fingers. Even sitting on the barstool he towered over you.Â
âNothinâ, daddy.â You looked up at him through your lashes, knowing fully well what your words did to him. You brought the hand that wasnât holding your drink to his upper thigh, you could feel the muscle tense as you slid your way up, up, up.Â
âWatch it, little girl.â He grabbed your wrist, hard. You instinctively tried to pull away, but his grip was firm. He jerked you towards him, your chests nearly touching before bringing your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly, a stark contrast to the death grip he still had on your wrist.Â
His voice was low, a sign of warning. âFâ you want somethinâ from me, all you gotta do is ask, darlinâ.âÂ
You huffed and pouted slightly when he released you, ignoring the fact that your actions resembled those of a petulant child. Despite knowing that he would give you anything you asked of him, having proved it to you countless times over the course of your relationship, the neglected feeling in your chest grew. You didnât want to ask, sick of making decisions and telling others what to do after the week youâd had. You wanted him to take.Â
It was after your third disappearance, this time to actually use the restroom, that Joel snapped. Passing by the bar, one of the young men that bought you a drink attempted to stop you in your tracks. You didnât pay him much attention, just smiled and nodded at his words, quietly trying to slip by. But then his hands were on you, grabbing your waist in a way that made your stomach turn. You hadnât even had time to register a response, to push him away and run back to Joel, before his hands were leaving your body and being replaced by much larger ones, rough and calloused. Joelâs hands.Â
âWeâre leaving, now,â he grunted, pulling you by the back of your arm towards the exit. It was only after heâd practically thrown you into the passengerâs seat of his truck that you knew you were in for it.Â
Youâd barely made it to the front door before he was ripping the fabric of your little black dress from your body, letting the torn pieces fall to the floor. Immediately youâd attempted to scold him, it was one of your favorites, but couldnât get a word in before he was throwing your bare body over his shoulder and carrying you to his bedroom, promising heâd buy you as many dresses as you wanted if youâd shut up and let him have his way with you, let him fuck you stupid, until the only thoughts going through your head were Joel, Joel, Joel.
He spent the following hours relentlessly pulling orgasm after orgasm from your pliable body, impaling you on his thick cock until hot tears streamed down your cheeks.Â
âI know, baby,â he said from his place behind you, your limp whimpering form draped across the edge of the bed. âJust needed to be reminded who you belong to, huh?â His voice was mocking, but with a certain sincerity that made your cunt clench even harder around him.Â
âYours, daddy,â was all you could manage before you came around his cock for what felt like the hundredth time that night.Â
Needless to say you were feeling extra sensitive this morning, Joel was hyper aware of this fact, yet the feeling of his tongue repeatedly diving into your abused hole had you begging for more. âNeed you inside,â you say despite the hurt. Joel holds back a groan at your pleas, needy little thing. He pulls away just slightly to meet your gaze, his breath still hot against your core.Â
âNot gonna put my cock in you, honey.â The finality in his voice makes your heart drop and tears prick in the corners of your eyes. You were always like this in the mornings, he had come to notice, sensitive, soft, often emotionally even more so than physically. Joel had always been an assured man, never impulsive or reckless in his actions, always thoughtful and never selfish. But with you heâd learned patience. Heâd learned to hold your emotions in the palm of his hand with a certain gentleness he never knew himself capable of. Heâd learned you often needed more time than most to become placid, to settle, and so it became almost a sense of his, knowing when to take and when to give, even when you werenât sure yourself. Â
âPlease-â you whine, tears in your voice. His big brown eyes soften when they meet yours, his resolve slipping only momentarily while he moves to kiss the inside of each of your thighs.Â
âNot gonna convince me, baby.â he tuts. âCanât take me yet.â He moves higher, nuzzles into the soft skin above your clit. You let out a small gasp when he starts sucking harshly, surely leaving a bruise, a mark that only he will ever see.Â
âI can. I promise.â You wriggle in his hold, feel your wetness drip onto the sheets. He nips the spot and pulls away.Â
âQuit.â He pins your hips harder, his eyes meeting yours once more. âMaybe if you hadnât been such a goddamn tease last night I wouldnâtâve had to wreck this perfect little pussy.â He runs a finger through your folds as he says it and you tense slightly. He raises an eyebrow at you, an I told you so look, you huff in frustration, yet you relax in his hold.Â
âYou ready to be good fâ me, baby?â His voice seeps through your ears like honey, your mind beginning to wander to that all too familiar headspace you often turned to in these moments. You nod your head, eyes hooded. Joel senses the shift. âYouâre gonna take whatever daddy gives you yeah?â
âYes,â you gasp as you feel just the tip of his index finger probe your dripping hole, Joel gauging your response.Â
âNâ then what dâ you say?â He twists his finger inside you and pushes in just to his first knuckle, the stretch already intense given your increased sensitivity.Â
âThank you, daddy,â you sigh, not a single shred of fight left in you. A devilish smirk spreads across his face.Â
âGood girl.â
His hands are on the backs of both your thighs, hiking your legs up so that theyâre pressed firmly against your chest, your glistening folds on full display. You shiver as the cool morning air hits where youâre most vulnerable. He then pushes your knees apart, situating himself so that his mouth is only inches from your core while still holding you in place, your legs spread obscenely wide to accommodate the breadth of his shoulders.Â
He spits directly on your clit and watches as it drips down your cunt, combining with the mess of wet already there. Itâs entirely unnecessary, but itâs how Joel likes you, filthy with his cum and spit and your own slick. You tremble as he smooths his hand over your mound, his undivided attention on the mess heâs creating. When heâs satisfied, the pad of his thumb finds your clit, rubbing small circles into the bundle of nerves, making your hips buck once more.
He pauses his movements, his eyes dark and entirely void of any sense of leniency. âNot gonna tell you again.â A tear pools in your lower lashes at the loss of his touch, your breathing goes shaky.Â
âSo pretty when you cry fâ me, honey,â his tone mocking. âAlmost as pretty as when you come for me.â
His mouth is back on you, even more ravening and unrelenting than before. You have to bite down on your pillow to prevent yourself from screaming when his lips wrap around your clit, sucking the sensitive bud into his warm mouth. Every cell in your body is screaming for his touch, needing more, more, more. You want to be enveloped by him by not just his mouth, but every part of him. You have the sudden desire to crawl under his skin, make a home for yourself there, where all you can ever feel is him, him, him.Â
The peaceful sound of birds chirping outside the window is drowned out by your cries and the pornographic squelches of your wet sex. Your vision blurs as his tongue plunges in and out of you.Â
âTaste so fucking good, baby,â he pulls away for only a second, his eyes not leaving your center as he anchors his thick arms under your ass and thighs, bringing your cunt impossibly closer to his eager mouth. Â
Joel knows your body, knows what every twitch and minor shift means, how your breathing quickens when heâs brought you right to the edge, the sounds you make when youâve completely given in, forfeited all control. And he senses it, when his thumb presses against the cleft of your ass, and a moan slips from deep within your throat, that heâs uncovered something, something that makes his cock twitch and drip onto the sheets below him.Â
He pulls away quick, too quick, and your face burns, the fleeting sensation prompting a new surge of desire in the pit of your stomach. The feeling was foreign, a bit startling, but in a way that left you longing for more. If you were to trust anyone to delve into this part of yourself, this uncharted territory, it would be Joel. It would always be Joel. He knew how to take care of you better than any man youâd ever known. With him you were safe, you were heard, cherished and adored. With him there was no emotion too big or too small, no desire left unsated.Â
âJoel-â you breath. âJoel, baby. I want-â
He pulls away from you, a knowing look in his glassed over eyes. âWhat is it, honey? What dâ you want?â
He canât help himself and licks a long strip from your asshole to your clit, moaning at the taste. âFuck- Joel,â you cry out, a drop of sweat falling to your forehead. âWant- want your fingers.â
âWhere dâ you want my fingers, baby.â He says it more like a command than a question, but you canât respond, your head falling back as he starts lapping at your clit. âYou want them in this sweet little cunt?â He prods one of his thick fingers at your opening, but quickly pulls away, leaving you clenching around nothing.Â
You bite your lip, eyes hooded. âMm,â you shake your head. His eyes are nearly black now, something unhinged, sinful behind his gaze. He knows what you want, the seed already planted in his insatiable brain, but he wasnât going to give in to your pleads that easily.Â
âDirty girl.â His voice has dropped an octave. âTell me what you want.â
âPlease, daddyâ you squirm, tears pooling at your waterline, threatening to fall at any second. His hardened grip on your hips softens for a moment before heâs turning his head and biting the inside of your thigh, hard. You gasp, a tear rolls down your cheek. âUse your words.â
âI wan- I-I donât-,â you babble, the tears now flowing freely, leaving wet trails down your cheeks. He lets you choke on your words for a moment, not once tearing his eyes away from yours.Â
âOh honey, I know sâ hard,â he soothes, sliding his hand along the curve of your ass. Your tears slow. âSâokay. Daddyâs gonna give you what you need. No more cryinâ.â
You sniffle, a small smile spreading across your face at his words. You always had a way of making him cave.
His expression goes serious for a moment. âWhatâs your safe word?â Red. âAnd youâll use it if you want me to stop?â Mhm. âRepeat it.â His commanding tone sends a chill down your spine. âIf I want you to stop, Iâll say red,â you say softly and run a hand through his curls, wet with a mixture of your sweat and his own.Â
âFuck, baby. Gonna make you feel so good,â he says more to himself than you. Your brain turns to absolute mush when his mouth meets your skin once again.Â
Even with his head between your legs, even when heâs on his knees for you, heâs the one in charge, the one that dictates your every move. How your body twists and bends to his will. He decides when you get to cum, decides when youâve earned it. And thereâs a certain feeling that comes with it, this loss of autonomy, a sense of ease and security created by a total loss of control. No other man youâve been with has understood, most of them only seeking to fulfill their own selfish wants. But Joel knows, having understood this unfamiliar part of you almost as soon as the two of you met, knowing exactly how to satiate that little corner of your brain that craves submission.Â
You suck in a sharp breath when you feel his calloused thumb return to your tight hole, tensing a bit when he adds more pressure.Â
âRelax, baby.â And you do, your muscles go lax almost immediately and the furrow in your brow softens. You exhale a moan as he begins kissing your cunt, avoiding your most sensitive areas so that he can keep you focused on the feeling of his thumb pushing into you.Â
âFu- fuck, Joel!â You basically shriek when the tip of his thumb breeches the ring of muscle, itâs already all consuming, already so full.
He retracts his thumb and you let out a choked sound before he brings his thick finger to your wetness, gathering slick on the pad of his thumb before resuming his unrushed stretching of your virgin hole.Â
âMore ngh- please.â He prods you painfully slow, assessing your every reaction as his knuckle plunges into you.Â
âUh-uh. Donât care how nice nâ polite you ask, baby. Not gonna ruin this little hole.â He plants wet kisses along your seam. âNot yet,â he says almost inaudibly against your mound before devouring you once more. The promise of more makes something in your brain snap, all the shyness and trepidations from before gone in one fleeting moment.Â
He stretches you slowly, the speed of his mouth quickening and his thumb beginning to slide more easily in and out of you. Youâre entirely lost in the feeling, completely overwhelmed by the pressure and the speed of his tongue on your clit. You cry out when he removes his thumb, replacing it with his middle finger, and dipping his freed digit into your cunt, completely overcome, overstimulated in the best way.Â
Itâs too much, but not enough. But no, itâs too much. Heâs everywhere, in your cunt, your ass, your head. All you can think is how anything in life could ever feel this good. How anyone can be this good, this knowing of your every want, every need. The thought makes tears pinch at the corner of your eyes.Â
His gaze is fixed on you, every twitch, every shift. He nearly comes at the sight of you grinding down on his fingers. Thatâs it baby, fuck yourself on my fingers. His movements slow, your orgasm begins to fade and you whine. Youâre not even thinking when you bring your delicate fingers to your clit and trace small circles against the bundle of nerves. Joel immediately grabs your hand and pins it to your lower stomach, nearly growling against your skin. Any other time heâd have you bent over his knee for not asking permission, but heâs so drunk on you, so dead-set on making you come apart, he lets this one slide.Â
âNeed tâ come so bad, huh baby?â You nod your head furiously, a few more tears slipping down your cheeks. âGo âhead nâ ask for it then, baby. Nice nâ polite like I know you can.â
âPlease daddy, please let me come.â You barely register the words falling from your mouth, but the proud look on Joelâs face tells you all you need to know.
It doesnât take much to send you over the edge. He sucks harshly on your clit, pulling it into his mouth, while his thick fingers work each of your holes. His hand holding yours presses harder, harder, harder until the tension snaps and youâre screaming, sobbing out as you gush around him, soaking his scruff to the point that your slick drips from his chin and onto the already drenched sheets. He works you through it, curling his fingers into your cunt so that another warm stream of slick hits his tongue. And he takes, not letting a single drop go to waste as he laps at you.Â
Your head is still buzzing when he finally ceases his movements, the shockwaves of your orgasm still flowing through you making your whole body shake. Your muscles convulse as he slowly pulls his fingers from your core.Â
With blurred vision you watch him stand at the end of the bed, his cock painfully hard, red and leaking. You hadnât even considered what all this was doing to him, so lost in your own pleasure from the moment your eyes opened. You have the sudden urge to fall to your knees and take him into your mouth until he comes deep down your throat, but your body is limp, sunk into the mattress below you. You merely watch with hooded eyes as he fists himself, his gaze fixed on your slicked core, the sight makes another pool of your arousal drip onto the sheets.
âFuck-â he sucks in a sharp breath, his hips stuttering against his own hold. âNeed tâ be inside this tight cunt, baby.â
Your eyes go slightly wide at his confession, yet your lower half shakes with anticipation. Youâre not sure youâve ever seen him like this, this wrecked, desperate, this needy. He looks almost pained when your eyes meet his, and you feel as though you may just implode if heïżœïżœïżœs not inside you a moment longer.Â
âWill you let me, pretty girl?â
You nod.Â
âYes or no, baby?â He squeezes the base of his shaft, staving off his impending release. You canât help but smile a little, knowing he could come just like this, just from looking at you in your current state. But the need to feel him inside of you pulls you from the thought.Â
Yes, please, yes.
He grabs your hips and swiftly flips you, shoving a pillow under your lower belly and pushing down on you until youâre laid almost flat on your stomach. He grabs roughly at your hips, pulling you up so that his cock brushes up against your slick folds.Â
You bite down on your forearm when his wide tip notches at your entrance, basically drooling onto your own skin as you attempt to hold back your cries. He eases into you, still overly conscious of your sensitivity, ignoring the small part of his brain telling him to ram into you, make you feel every inch of him in one swift motion. He knows that you would take it, thank him for it, always such a good girl for him especially once heâs finally inside you, yet he knows the kind of control he has over you in these moments, knows itâs up to him to determine what you can and canât take.Â
When he bottoms out you feel as though you may just split in two, something animalistic sounds from deep within Joelâs throat. Tears fall to your arm when your head lolls to the side, your breathing ragged and your whole body on fire from both pain and pleasure.
âFuck- not gonna last, baby.â He starts moving in and out of you slowly, and god, it hurts, yet your tight cunt sucks him back in with each of his thrusts, a delicious burning sensation spreading along your slick walls. You open your mouth to respond, to tell him not to worry himself, to beg him to come inside your aching cunt. But all that escapes your lips is a choked sob in the sound of Joelâs name.Â
âShh I know,â he coos. âYouâre just so little, huh sweet thing? Little fucking cunt squeezing me so good honey.â
You keen at his praise, gushing around his massive girth. Youâd never get used to it, the thickness of his cock, the weight of him deep inside your cunt. No matter how much he prepares you, itâs always a stretch, always just short of too much to bare.Â
His thumb presses into the cleft of your ass as his pace increases. âGonna let me fuck you here, baby?â
âYes daddy,â you say and he freezes for a moment, your words nearly sending him over the edge.Â
âNot today, little girl,â he growls and rocks back into you. A feeling of combined relief and disappointment washes over you. Youâre not sure you could take it, not now, but part of you craves to be reduced to nothing but Joelâs fuck toy, fucked deep and full until you canât even think, nothing but a few holes to be filled.Â
âYouâd let me though, wouldnât ya?â He pulls you from your thought. âDirty fuckinâ thing.â
âMhm, yes daddy.â Your vision goes black at the feeling of his cock pulsing against your cervix. He was close, you could feel it in the way his thrusts went erratic, sloppy and slightly hurried.Â
âLet me do whatever I want to ya, huh?â
âYes daddy,â you say the only two words left in your brain.Â
âFuck, so fucking perfect, baby-â The feeling of his warm release shooting inside of you makes you twitch around him and your brain go fuzzy. You can barely hear Joelâs grunts and moans nor his incessant praises over the ringing in your ears. This is what you craved, beyond the physical gratification brought on by these moments, but the way the world around you disappeared and you were filled with nothing but the content of being his, being Joelâs. The safety you felt beneath his large form, it leaves no room for worry, no thoughts of the stress of everyday life, no decisions to be made. Just him, just Joel.Â
Youâre not sure how long the two of you stay like this, long enough to feel your combined release dripping from Joelâs cock onto your trembling thighs, long enough that you feel yourself dipping in and out of sleep, in and out of consciousness.Â
When he finally pulls out of you, he lets your hips softly fall onto the bed, your body sprawled across the damp sheets. You feel the mattress shift behind you as he stands, immediately heading for the en suite bathroom. At the loss of his presence, youâre reminded of the open window, the now midmorning breeze dancing across your damp skin. You canât help but wonder if the echoes of your morning endeavors made their way to the street below, if a neighbor passing by could make out the sounds of your shrieks and screams, if perhaps itâd been a cause for concern until it became apparent that your cries were derived from a place of pleasure and not pain nor fear.Â
Joel returns and takes quick notice of your shivering, immediately making his way to the window and shutting it. You smile to yourself at the sight of his bare backside, so strong and sturdy, the muscles in his shoulders sculpted from years of working on various job sites, tapering down to his waist, the dimples right above his ass. Itâs truly a view you would never tire of.Â
ââS impolite to stare, yâ know?â He catches your eye, a playful smirk spread across his face. You giggle at him, still laying on your belly, your head tucked into the crook of your elbow. He chuckles when you make grabby hands at him with your free hand, to which he quickly concedes, bending over at your side and planting a kiss on your lips. You sigh against him, carding your fingers through his hair and pulling him closer.Â
âHey baby.â He breaks the kiss, his breath hot against your nose. He tucks fallen pieces of hair behind your ear. âYou okay?âÂ
You nod your head tiredly, unable to muster any more of a response, and he doesnât attempt to pull one out of you, kissing your nose and rising back to his feet.Â
He disappears once again, this time returning dressed in a pair of black sweatpants and a damp washcloth in hand. He sits next to you on the bed, moving to clean between your legs, but your thighs clamp shut. Itâs a purely physical reaction, your body on high alert due to the sensitivity.Â
âHey hey-â he runs a soothing hand up and down your spine then leans over to press a kiss to your shoulder. âJust want tâ clean you up sweet girl. Iâll be so gentle, promise.â His soothing makes your legs instinctively relax and he brings the washcloth to the apex of your thighs. Heâs gentle just like he promised, yet you still hiss slightly when the warm material meets your sensitive skin.Â
When heâs finished, he grabs one of his t-shirts and a pair of shorts from the dresser, quickly returning to your side and urging you to turn onto your back. He dresses you, your body like putty in his hands, his touch gentle and warm. You canât deny the aching feeling in your lower half when he slides your shorts on, but itâs a good kind of ache, an ache youâll crave as soon as it dissipates.Â
You grab at him again when he moves to pull away, but he makes it easy for you, leaning down and pressing his lips to yours, careful not to bare any of his weight on you. The little whimpers that slip past your lips as your warm mouth moves across his make his spent cock twitch.
It scared him sometimes, the intensity with which he felt for you, the depth of his affections. It scared him, the thoughts he had, of what he would do to those who meant to hurt you, to those who have hurt you. It scared him, the thought of losing you, the lengths he would go to keep you safe, keep you here, here with him. But it was in these moments, when youâre laid beneath him, so soft and so lovely, that all those fears melted away.Â
Before things move any further, he hooks his arms under you and lifts you from the bed with ease. You donât protest, not sure you could even if you wanted to, instead you latch onto him, curl your face into his neck and wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you downstairs to the living room.Â
He attempts to set you on the couch, but you cling to him like a koala, arms wrapped tightly around his neck. âLet go,â he says firmly, a smile behind his words. âDonât wanna,â you mumble against his skin, whining as he unfurls you from his torso and plops you on the couch. He places the TV remote in your hand, telling you to put somethinâ on, whatever you want.
He disappears into the kitchen and you attempt to sit up on the couch, your body going slack against the cushions. Your brain is still buzzing, itâs almost like youâre floating, not yet fully aware of your surroundings, but you can slowly feel yourself coming back to reality. You turn the TV on and set it to your latest recording.Â
Joel returns a few minutes later, your favorite water bottle and a plate of peanut butter toast in hand, a bottle of Advil in the other. He sits on the couch, immediately urging you onto his lap, and you donât object.Â
âThe Bachelor?â He says, a hint of judgement in his voice as he unscrews the cap of the Advil.Â
âYou love it,â you respond, beginning to lose focus on the show as you squirm and slither against his body, making yourself comfortable as if he were part of the couch. Joel softly chuckles, wrapping an arm loosely around you.
He holds a few of the pills in front of you. âJoel Iâm fine. I donât-â
âNot asking, sweetheart.â You roll your eyes, but take the Advil from him nonetheless, swallowing them down when Joel holds the straw of your water bottle to your mouth, knowing your body would thank you for it later.Â
âGood girl,â he plants a quick kiss to your temple, before grabbing the toast from the coffee table, heat rises to your cheeks at his words.
He feeds you the toast, taking bites for himself while you chew. You hadnât realized how depleted your body was, now feeling the haze lift with some food and water in your system. Every time itâs like coming back to earth, but fortunately you know that Joel will always be there to catch you.Â
y'all Iâm not good at endings pls forgive me
but hope we enjoyed the rest :p
part two
#joel miller#joel miller x reader#joel miller x you#joel miller smut#joel miller fluff#joel tlou#the last of us fic#joel miller fic#pedro pascal characters#joel miller au#tlou au#joel miller fanfiction
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meant to be
Spencer trying and failing to flirt with you because you are oblivious to his attempts.
spencer reid x reader
i picture this as later seasons spencer maybe sometime around 12-14?
some mature themes mentions of sex at the end so 18+
writing this because i saw something about people who are bad at flirting and thatâs literally me. (i hope ppl get the reference w the nickname)
Spencer had tried every day to get your attention romantically. It didnât work. Nothing did. You were so oblivious to all of his flirting attempts. He figured maybe you had trouble understanding so he worked harder to make you think of him as more than a friend. He tried everything his genius brain could come up with.
He even made up a nickname for you, Bean, because you always had a coffee in your hand, and because he was taller than you.
Today you were getting coffee with him as usual. At your favorite coffee shop and library. You didnât work at the BAU so you would eventually have to go to your own job so Spencer decided to try again.
Since you lived in the same building, neighbors in the same hall, he picked you up every morning. Drove you to get coffee and you each picked a book for each other and then he drove you to work.
He knocks on your door awaiting anxiously. You come out in your outfit, just a t shirt and jeans. you didnât have a dress code at your job, you were an author and usually went into a nice office that the publishing company provided to write since you had a hard time focusing in your apartment. Too many distractions.
In Spencerâs car you make small talk as he tries to think of a way to flirt with you. Normally heâd call Morgan but his son was a toddler now so he was busy. He gets so lost in his head he doesnât realize he just ran a stop sign on accident and almost hit someone.
He hears you yell âSpencer what the fuck!â and slams the brakes. The other car honks and his heart is pounding in his brain. He pulls to the side of the road and stops.
âSpencer. Breathe. Itâs ok.â You worry tracing your face at the sight of his extremely fast breathing and you rub his back reassuringly.
âHoly shit.â He barely chokes out. His face is beet red and he looks like heâs about to have a panic attack.
âSwitch.â You tell him. He looks at you and feels comforted immediately by your face. âLetâs go, switch.â You get out of the car and switch sides.
âSo much for flirtingâ he thinks. Then it hits him. When he picks your book for the day, heâll give you a romantic story. Something that says âI really like you but Iâm an idiot so I donât know how to tell you but iâm not actually an idiot because im technically a genius but my fucked up life has ruined romance for me but iâd love to try it with you if you are okay with that.â
When you take over driving you donât talk. You just focus on the road. You had even turned the music off. He hopes youâre not upset with him. That thought quickly dissipates when you pull into the parking lot and your face is beaming. You both race to the entrance and he gets there first and opens the door for you. You stick your tongue out at him and he smirks.
You order your usual drinks and he gets himself a breakfast bagel and you get a croissant. He puts the food at a table and you both get up to grab each other a book. You had yours picked since last night, The Godfather. Itâs only a little over 400 pages so heâll probably finish it by lunch time but at least it will be fun for him since it will make him think of you. At least you hope it does.
You have a habit of making funny commentary during movie nights. When you watched âThe Godfatherâ trilogy with Spencer he had laughed so hard he cried.
Meanwhile Spencer is searching rows of books looking for the right one. He moves to poetry but nothing feels right. He feels slightly frustrated so he moves back to classics and picks âA Little Princessâ instead. A favorite of yours you had read in elementary school. Not romantic but shows he knows you well.
When he makes his way back to the register to check the book out, youâre already seated munching your croissant. He makes his way to you and hides the book behind his back. You discreetly pull yours out of your bag and hide it the same way.
â1,2,3!â You both count at the same time and then reveal your books. Spencer cracks up when he sees the book you had picked. He had read this before but he enjoyed it because it reminded him of you. You both eat and finish your coffees. You look at each other.
âMore?â Spencer asks.
âObviously.â You answer. You both stand up and order more coffee.
Back in Spencerâs car you open the book and start reading. Heâs about to put the key in the ignition when sudden confidence hits him. He doesnât know if itâs the caffeine but he doesnât care. He should kiss you right now. He stares at you until you look up.
âYouâre going to be late for work if you donât start that engine up soon Mr. Chauffeur.â You tease him.
He leans closer and puckers his lips slightly. Heâs so filled with lust he just canât wait anymore.
You look at him strangely. Was he trying to kiss you right now? Probably not. Truth was you were always so filled with doubt whenever you liked someone. Especially Spencer. He was just too handsome and sweet and perfect.
He leans in even closer to you and tilts his head. You, however, had gone back to your book and werenât even looking at him.
âDoes this make you uncomfortableâ Spencer leans in closer. He closes his eyes and you lean down to reach for something from your bag. He doesnât feel your soft lips on his and thinks he may have missed your face. He opens his eyes.
âEverything does. I have anxiety Spencer. All the time anywhere day and night. â You reply while eating a yogurt you had found in your tote.
Spencer pulls away and smacks his forehead. He starts the car and drops you at your work and drives to the BAU feeling defeated. What would it take for you to realize how bad he wants you.
That night he decides to drop by your apartment. You had gotten a ride home from work by a friend tonight. He opens his door and walks the short distance to yours.
When his hand knocks on your door he feels nervous. You open the door and greet him.
âHi!â You cheer.
âHey, I was gonna order a pizza. You want?â He lies. He actually wasnât the biggest fan of pizza. He didnât eat it too often but it was your favorite food so why not.
âThat would be great. Iâm starving.â You clutch your belly dramatically. Which makes Spencer laugh.
He picks up the phone, âWhat would you like on the pizza mâlady.â
You tap your chin and think. âSausage.â You reply. Spencer thinks of a way to flirt. Kind of.
âHow much sausage would you like?â He asks smirking.
âUhh, 5? I donât know dude. The normal amount that goes on a pizza?â You answer sarcastically, going to your dvd rack to pick a movie. Spencer sighs. He calls and places the order and helps you pick a movie.
âHow about âHow To Be A Serial Killer?â Thatâs a good one. I love Matthew Gray Gubler in this one so much.â You fan girl a little.
âWho the fuck is Matthew Gray Gubler? Also, no, not with my line of work. I need a break from that.â Spencer asks with a hint of jealousy in his voice. You clasp your hand over your heart dramatically.
âOk, fine. how about a Disney Classic? Sleeping Beauty is my favorite.â You ask. Spencer nods. You put the movie on and grab two root beers from your fridge. Spencer thanks you when you hand him one and you lay a big fluffy blanket over you both. Not far into the movie the pizza arrives and you cheers Spencer with your pizza slice.
After you both eat and are full the movie is still on. Youâre starting to feel sleepier by the second. Spencer offers you to lay with him and you take him up on it. Heâs basically a giant teddy bear. Heâs so warm and comfortable.
âIâve got a real life sleeping beauty right here.â He whispers to you. You smile with your eyes closed. Too sleepy to open. He gets out from under you, to your dismay. He cleans up the trash from eating. He even washes some dishes you had left sitting. When he comes back, youâre still half awake. He sees you sneak an eye open to look at him and your smile after.
âIt seems thereâs a fair maiden who has fallen asleep. However can we wake her? What if she sleeps for a hundred years?!â He exclaims. You start giggling softly. He leans closer to observe you.
âI donât believe it! Sheâs laughing in her sleep! Must be quite a funny dream. Wonder what it is. Only one way to find out.â He gently leans down and kisses your lips softly. This action puts you in shock and youâre blushing. He starts to pull away because doubts fill his mind. You grab his hair and pull him back in.
You both pull back and he starts to ask you,
âWere you ok with that?â
You cut him off, âYes.â Then you rip your shirt off. Spencerâs in shock. He follows your lead and starts undressing. He picks you up and carries you to your bedroom. The kiss youâre sharing is deepening by the second.
âFuck why is it so hot in here.â You complain.
âI can think of a few reasons.â Spencer had been kissing you on your neck sucking the skin softly. He lays you back on the bed. He makes you comfortable. He goes down on you and then fucks you like youâve never been fucked before.
The next morning you woke up naked next to him flashes of last night replaying. You couldnât believe it. Spencer was so passionate! You didnât even imagine he liked you like that.
He groans next to you and turns over. You get up and put on some coffee. When you come back into the bedroom heâs awake and looking for you.
âHey, coffeeâs ready.â You lean over and kiss him. He groans too tired to give an answer. He pulls you into the bed and holds you longer.
With him, this felt so easy and realistic.
Then you realize something.
This was meant to be.
the end âĄ
to anyone who read this far: hope u enjoyed reading!! please let me know if u enjoyed! xoxo
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Little Soda headcanons
He started talking really young and hasnât shut up since he was eleven months old
he was just a typically loud baby and cried so much and it made Darry so mad
heâs probably adhd, itâs really heavily implied in the book, but went undiagnosed cuz it was the 50s/60s
also dyslexic
none of his teachers really understood any of this and he therefore had a really hard time in school
he hated school so much and would beg his parents not to make him go and this eventually led to him getting super worked up about going every morning in elementary school
he couldnât, and still canât, sit still (canon)
one of those kids with absolutely no self-preservation instincts (are those a thing?) and he found a new way to accidentally injure himself every week which obviously drove his mom crazy
he was always biting the inside of his cheeks or his fingernails, and probably still does this(same, dude)
One of those toddlers that hated going to sleep so much and would bother his parents until he inevitably crashed at 2 am (took this directly from my little cousin who didnât sleep until she turned 6)
left handed (I say all my favorite characters are left handed)
he hated wearing jackets so much, he would fight his mom about it every morning
really hated when his food was too hot and always made pony try it first to make sure it was okay (took this straight from my brother)
he followed Darry everywhere until he was four which again, irritated him so much
either super picky or would eat literally anything (which resulted in a few ER trips)
cannot handle being yelled at. He just bursts into tears and then starts overthinking and spiraling until it turns into a full on panic attack. Darry definitely learned this the hard way.
dang, this was a lot longer than I intended itâs almost like this is my favorite character. Anyways, hope you liked this, ponyâs next!!
#the outsiders#curtis brothers#sodapop curtis#the outsiders musical#soda curtis#darry curtis#pony curtis
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âhow they bagged you (gojo, geto, nanami, toji)â
ăGOJOă wriggled his way into your heart with the power of sweets. He figured out pretty early on that you had a sweet tooth as rotten as he did, so he used it to his advantage, inviting you to try out new cafes and bakeries that cropped up in cities where he was going on missions. Each time you'd accompany him to one of these establishments, he'd promptly show off, flashing a platinum bank card that sounded an expensive, metallic clang as he tossed it on the counter, buying quite literally every single dessert you had your eye on with no regard for the cost. He's fairly certain he accidentally spent $400 in a single bakery once. He finally bagged you by taking you to an upscale cafe and having the waitress bring out the fluffiest, most intricately decorated cake they could possibly produce, looping cursive on the top spelling out âwill you be my girlfriend?"
(In all honesty, you don't have enough room in your stomach for the sheer amount of sweets that he buys you, but his students certainly enjoy it when you slip them whatever mountain of dessert you have left over.)
ăGETOă gently coaxes you into loving him with his sweet, quiet voice and honeyed words. He noticed within a few weeks of meeting you that you seemed to stand at rapt attention whenever he spoke, and it didnât take a genius to know that you liked his voice. It wasnât the first time heâd experienced something like this - there had been others before who complimented his voice, saying he had a soft, kind tone that was pleasant to listen to - and he knew he could use it to his advantage. He intentionally makes himself sound quieter and more agreeable when he speaks to you, lovingly praising you and complimenting you for the smallest of things. you canât help but swoon each time he greets you in that lyrical tone, and when he finally asks you on a date , you melt at how hopeful and sweet his voice sounds.
(later, when that same voice is murmuring filthy things into your ear, youâll be silently reaffirming to yourself that he was absolutely the right choice.)
ăNANAMIă won you over by being the perfect gentleman. He's not one for dirty tricks or flashy displays of affection - he finds these things repulsive. No, he's going to take a much more classic route with it. It starts with little things - a shared smile here and there, complimenting you often, and making sure to stop by and greet vou everv morning at work. From there, he'll graduate to more direct methods, like inviting you to dinner and remembering your exact coffee order to surprise vou with the next morning. As your bond grows, so do his advances, and he finds himself arriving to work an hour early to slip sweet hand-written notes into our desk. Eventually he surprises you with a bouquet of red roses, chastely asking you out on a date, and you're so smitten you can't imagine a world where you would say no.
(You like his methods, but in all fairness he could have taken you on a date to a 7/11 and you still would've been drooling over him afterwards. For the sake of your standards, though, the romantic gestures were entirely necessary.)
ăTOJIă snaked his way into your heart by shamelessly using his body. You were gym buddies, and he had noticed before how your eyes lingered on his body, watching beads of sweat roll off of his glistening pecs and paying particularly close attention to the way his back flexed when he would lift. He began teasing you, making you sit on his toned back as he did pushups, giving you a front row seat to every contraction of his rolling muscles. He'd have you help him tape up for support, too - smoothing the athletic tape over his thick legs and reaching around his basketball-sized biceps to bind up his elbows drove you absolutely wild. At one point, you're pressing his feet to the floor while he does sit-ups, and all of a sudden he leans up further than ever before, leaning into your face and catching you by the lips. Amused, you ask him what that was for, and he says he'll explain himself - but only if you'll let him take you out to dinner.
(You knew damn well what he was up to - but you're just as depraved as he is, and knew a solid opportunity to feel up on a buff man when you saw it. You're so down bad you didn't even care that he asked you to pay for dinner.)
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how mattheo would love you in every love language âĄ
G I F T S
Mattheo wasn't proud of where his family money came from; in fact, most people didn't even know he was wealthy as he walked around in frayed robes and old hoodies.
But he l o v e d being able to spoil you.
It wasn't just about how expensive the gifts were...
...I mean some of it was (looking at you, diamond earrings for Christmas, the 16k gold 'M' around your neck, your new Louis Vuitton and the trip to Italy you took over fall break).
But the gifts that meant the most to you had nothing to do with what they cost: his favorite band t-shirt, worn and washed so many times it was heavenly soft, or the playlist he randomly texted you one day with every song that made him think of you.
Better yet were the smallest things that let you know you had been on his mind, like when he grabbed you extra dessert at dinner and brought it to you in the library while you were studying, or the flowers that showed up the morning of your big exam.
This boy lived to shower you every way he knew how.
W O R D S of affirmation
Mattheo is so cheeky and such a goofball, honestly.
He's quick with a joke, and his signature smirk, but he chooses his words very carefully around you and doesn't throw around empty compliments.
So, when he did speak up, you knew it was important.
You craaaveeed his praise and feedback, so when he picked you up for your first date and he didn't immediately say anything about your outfit, you were lowkey devastated.
But when you were walking hand in hand back to the castle after a perfect evening in Hogsmeade and he pulled you into his side and whispered "you are unbelievably gorgeous, I can't keep my eyes off of you" it was so much more sincere and meaningful.
(After that, you were his hook, line + sinker).
Not everything he'd say was about your looks. He would brag about you and gas you up to his friends, complimenting your intelligence, your kindness, your hard work.
"You know YN could have been a model? Yeah, they asked her and she said she wanted to focus on her studies, fucking brains and beauty that one."
And trust this carried over into the bedroom, the one place he went absolutely overboard, whispering every single thing you wanted to hear, knowing how crazy it drove you.
Quality T I M E
Something that was different with Mattheo right from the start is that you were always a priority to him.
Boys asked to hang out when you two already had plans? Too bad.
In big ways and little ways it was like he created moments to spend time together.
He'd go out of his way to walk you to every class, even though it made him late for all of his.
"And miss the chance to show off my girl to the whole school? Pass."
The way he'd lay on your bed as you did your nighttime skincare routine, or join you in the library to study.
(Well, you studied potions and he studied you).
He had a permanent seat next to you at every meal.
He'd only had to shove Pansy, then Draco, then Theo aside so many times before they got the hint, all shifting automatically when he came to join you now.
He would look for literally any excuse to be near you, to be in your orbit.
Acts of S E R V I C E
The way this boy would do literally anything for you. A n y t h i n g.
On anyone else, it would look foolish the way he ran after you like a schoolboy, but he cherished you like his queen.
Putting his jacket over puddles so you didn't have to step on them.
Rushing ahead of you to open every door.
Kneeling down to tie your shoe.
One fifth year once had the audacity to say something about it.
The next day he had a black eye.
Date nights? Organized, sorted, planned.
You basically never had to lift a finger again, you wanted for nothing.
He'd carry your books, really carry anything for you (your bag, your jacket, your wand, your water bottle).
And when he couldn't be there to walk you to class or carry your books, trust there were two Slytherin first years waiting for you to do it for him.
You were Riddle's Princess after all, and everyone knew it
Physical T O U C H
His hands. On you. All. The. Time.
Rubbing your thigh, his fingers tangling in yours or twirling your hair. A hand at your back in the hallways or grasping you firmly to him in larger crowds.
King of Casual Dominanceâąïž
Why would you sit in a chair when his lap is open and waiting for you?
His head on your lap whenever possible so you could run your fingers through his chestnut curls.
And, conversely, not knowing what the fuck to do with his hands when you weren't around; his leg would bounce anxiously, his hands would fidget, messing with his tie, tapping on his desk, fiddling and twitching to feel your soft skin.
Oh and the way this boy kissed you...
In the morning. In the evening. On the stairs. In bed. Before Quidditch practice. In the middle of breakfast. During class. He did not give a single fuck who was around or what the circumstances were.
You're literally standing outside of transfiguration, two feet in front of McGonagall and his lips are warm and running over yours like he's going off to war. "That's enough Mr. Riddle!" her shrill voice would ring out.
(He'd ignore her).
And you'd slip past her a full minute later with rosy cheeks, trying to right your lipgloss, a shy smile on your face as you avoided eye contact with her.
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dancing in the dark | mick schumacher
summary: after her team gets totally ripped apart in court, yn returns home and changes into some comfy clothes, content to lounge on the couch for the rest of the evening. however, that flannel shirt drives mick crazy, and he has other plans
pairing: mick schumacher x law clerk!girlfriend! reader
warnings: 18+ content, cutesy smut, (seriously this smut should feel horny and like a warm hug at the same time), mick says some funny things. the lawyer referenced is mickey haller from 'the lincoln lawyer' because i fucking said so. (i literally just realized what i've done giving her boss and her lover the same name lmao i dont know any other tv lawyers so this stands and im making it part of the plot) itâs actually shorter and a lil less graphic than originally intended dont shot the messenger
court was rarely ever pretty, but usually yn could leave a courtroom feeling like she did the best she could.
not today. she was shaky as she left the courtroom, even after mickey haller, the lawyer that she worked for, assured her that she'd done nothing wrong.
"that was my mistake, not yours." he had insisted. "everything you put in that document i told you to. lorna and i checked it three times before i filed it."
of course, that did nothing to make her feel better as she drove back home, taking the rest of the afternoon off. mickey had insisted, which usually meant he had something to work on that he didn't want any help on.
when she pulled into her driveway, she dragged herself out of the small car, and into her empty house. mick was still out, presumably with the dog. he had training this morning, and then a meeting in the afternoon, so he had likely taken angie to his mothers.
still feeling off, she stripped out of her court clothes, donning her fuzzy socks and a plaid flannel top. she let her hair down from its tight bun, gently massaging her scalp before heading to the kitchen to make a mug of hot chocolate.
the file was still in her bag, along with a red-marked copy of the form that had been misfiled. the entire trial had to be postponed, so the haller camp was likely the most hated set of people in that courtroom.
she turned the kitchen radio on, a habit she had picked up from her grandparents. her grandfather loved seventies music, so there was always some don mclean or dolly parton playing in his house when she grew up. she herself preferred the eighties: inxs, springsteen, blondie, benatar.
she heard the front door open, followed by the sound of mick's duffel bag hitting the floor. she listened to his footsteps, and it was soon enough that she felt his arms wrapping around her waist.
"i thought you were in court today?" he mumbled, kissing her shoulder softly. she could smell his cologne, a musky and earthy scent. something inexpensive, for he saved the dior for special occasions.
"we got absolutely destroyed this morning over a misfield document with the courts, so mickey sent us all home to regroup."
truth be told, it was days like this one that had yn questioning why she'd even started this job in the first place. lately she'd had more bad days than good ones, but lorna had assured her that it would pass.
"you know what the great thing about being alive is?" mick said softly, taking her by the hand and gently spinning her to face him. "you can always try again tomorrow. nine times out of ten, there is always a second chance."
"i know you're right. i just feel guilty since i was the one who drafted the document." it didn't matter that mickey checked it and lorna filed it. she was the one who drafted it, so the error was hers.
"your lawyer checked it over, right? and he didn't see anything wrong with it?"
"yeah but-"
'no buts. i refuse to see my brilliant girlfriend be down on herself for something that isn't her fault."
she was about to protest again when mick swayed their bodies into a dance, slightly out of tune with the springsteen song that was playing from the corner. 'dancing in the dark'. it was their song. she smiled despite herself, laughing along and joining in with the dance. mick twirled her around the kitchen twice before hooking his hands under her thighs and lifting her into the air. she laughed in surprise, gripping his shoulder as he carried her over to the couch.
she giggled as he dropped her onto the couch, climbing over her and planting himself between her thighs. mick leaned in to kiss her, his lips soft against hers. she smiled into the kiss, exhaling softly as she unconsciously bucked against his crotch.
âyou know this shirt drives me crazy, right?â
âthis one?â she pursed her lips. âitâs almost a decade old. itâs the oldest shirt in my closet.â
mick grinned, strands of blonde hair falling into his eyes as he nuzzled his cold nose into the skin between her boobs. âyouâre like a sexy lumberjack.â
she laughed as mick kissed over the flannel on her shirt, slowly making his way down to her exposed hip where the shirt had ridden up when he placed her on the couch. "what does that even mean?"
he pressed his nose against hers, her slender legs wrapping around his toned body. "hey, pretty girl. what can i do? how can i make you feel better?"
"mhm, i think i have an idea." she smiled shyly, running a finger down his chest.
"does it involve you screaming my name in pleasure?"
"why yes, i think it does."
laughing, mick kissed her again, gently nipping at her lip before he pulled her into his arms, her legs securely wrapped around his torso. he carried her to their shared bedroom, placing her at the edge of the bed before sinking to his knees on the plush carpet.
he pulled his white t-shirt over his head, discarding it somewhere across the room as he lifted her legs over his shoulders, gently kissing up and down the expanse of her leg.
the sight of mick between her legs never failed to give her butterflies. he never hesitated to get on his knees for her, no matter how sore they may be in the morning. she never even had to ask. mick always seemed to know just what she needed.
her chest was filled with love as mick kissed, licked and sucked his way across her inner thigh. he was her sweet boy, her love. mick thought that she was an angel on earth, and had even made the cheesy 'did it hurt when you fell from heaven' joke the first night that they spent together.
he tongued at her wet core through the black cotton of her panties, eliciting a gentle gasp from the woman above him.
"you liked that, sweet girl? did that feel good?"
"yeah." she breathed, shifting on the bed, arousal jolting through her body. "i want you, mickie."
"it's so weird that you call me that when the guy you work for is also named mickey."
"it's spelt different."
"same difference." he laughed, pinching her thigh gently.
"i guarantee you that i'm not thinking about my boss right now, mick."
mick laughed, his warm hands traversing her thighs, up to her ass, and pulling her closer to his face. "raise your hips, honey pie. let's get those pesky panties off of you."
across from her, a large round mirror sat on top of the white ikea dresser, and she couldn't decide what was more erotic: the reflection of her blushing, panting face and the back of mick's head between her thighs, or looking down and seeing the look of lust and adoration in mick's eyes as he slid her calvins down her legs.
making eye contact with her lover, she teasingly began to undo the buttons on her flannel, letting the fabric fall away and expose her naked curved body to the man on his knees in front of her.
âyou fucking undo me, baby.â mick said, voice husky as he visibly held back a moan. âso pretty just for me. I donât deserve it.â
he gently ran a hand up and down her thigh as she used her legs to draw him closer to her core, the heat radiating off her skin and warming his.
he kissed her core gently, smiling at the soft sigh he drew from his lover before he began to lick at her slit, juices running down his tongue and around his lips.
âholy fuck.â she exhaled, throwing her head back.
if she looked in the mirror, sheâd be able to see micks shoulder blades rippling under his skin every time he pushed himself closer to where she needed him most.
âyeah, you needed this, didnât you? needed me to help you feel better? thatâs what Iâm here for baby, you donât even gotta ask.â
there was reverence contained in every lick, every nuzzle. every time his nose bumped her clit. every gasp and moan she let out spurred him on, encouraging him further as he continued to make out with her pussy.
âfucking hell, mick. that feels so good.â she moaned, rutting against his lips. âoh, god!â
âatta girl.â mick encouraged, snaking his arms around her waist. âjust use me to feel good, baby.â
she was flush against his face now, practically grinding herself against his tongue. she chanced a look down, moaning at the look of sheer lust in micks eyes as he met hers, his long pink tongue licking at her opening, face practically covered in her juices.
âmick, oh my god!â she squealed, thighs closing in around his face, fingers twisted up in the duvet as she tried to stay upright.
she came with a scream, arms threatening to give out beneath her as mick continued to work her to the edge, never giving up his relentless pace
âthatâs my girl. come on, give it to me. I know you can, pretty girl. I know you can do it.â
she slumped backwards, allowing the duvet to pillow around her as she felt her legs go week. her hands moved to ruffle micks hair, a lazy smile on her face. he continued to kiss her thighs as she lay there to recover, listening for every breath, every soft sigh.
âhowâre you feeling?â his voice was soft as he crept up the bed, gently hovering over her body. he laced one hand with hers, his nose running along her cheek.
âabsolutely fantastic. you always know how to make me feel good.â
when he kissed her, she could taste traces of herself on his lips. in the beginning, sheâd felt so awkward about tasting it. now? now it just served as another reminder of how much mick loved her. a reminder that he enjoyed pleasuring her.
âcan you taste how sweet you are?â he hummed, kissing her softly again. âjust like heaven, princess.â
âoh yeah?â
âyeah, pretty girl. Iâm pretty sure heaven is right between those thighs of yours.â there was a sparkle in his blue eyes, and a cheeky grin on his lips. âyou know, youâre more than just pretty. youâre fucking smart too. I wish I could be half as smart as you are. do you think that if I slipped my cock into you right now, I could absorb some of that knowledge like through osmosis or whatever?â
she grinned stupidly at the sheer absurdity of the question. once you got him in the bedroom, mick schumacher had no filter whatsoever.
âwanna try it and find out?â
mick drew back, undoing the top button on his levis while she sat up just enough to toss her flannel aside and move up the bed. she slipped a small throw pillow underneath her hips when the lay back down, sweaty hair brushed behind her ears. mick clambered up the bed to join her, large hands reaching to the knob on the bedside drawer for a condom.
he slid inside her with ease, buried to the hilt as he kissed her forehead gently. she squirmed underneath him, gently rutting her hips into his.
âI love you.â
âI love you too.â
his thrusts were gentle, yet still deep as he drew one of her legs up and around his waist, her arms coming to link around his neck as she pulled him close. he was a gentle lover, a passionate one. he believed in taking his time to make his partner feel good.
âmy god, babe, you feel so fucking good. so good for me.â he groaned down her ear, teeth nipping at her earlobe. âtaking my cock so well.â
hands on his shoulders, she could feel his muscles rippling and undulating under her dainty hands, french nails leaving small scratches along his tanned skin.
âoh, just like that.â
the pace was slow and comforting, sensual and erotic as mick somehow managed to make every thrust feel like his cock was going deeper, deeper, deeper.
âeyes on me, honey pie. I wanna see that pretty face of yours.â mick encouraged, seeing her eyes screwed shut in pleasure, cheek resting against the pillow. âwhereâs my sexy model girlfriend?â
a smile crossed her features, a moan escaping her throat as mick brushed against her spongy walls. she turned her head slightly, staring right up at his goofy smile and sweaty face.
he leaned down to kiss her, moaning into her mouth before slipping his tongue in and touching it against hers.
his hands travelled up and down her body, over all of her curves. over her breasts and rolling her nipples between his fingers.
âyouâre so pretty.â he whispered, kissing her softly. âI love you.â
âmick,â she moaned softly. âfaster.â
he smirked, snapping his hips quickly against hers. âhowâs this, baby? you close?â
âyeah.â she whined. âthink so.â
she curled her legs tighter around him, trying to pull mick closer and closer to her, trying to take him deeper and deeper. his breath was heavy on her neck as he left open mouthed kisses in his wake. one of his hands came down and over her waist, thumb rubbing gently at her sensitive clit. she moaned out a small curse, nails digging into his back.
âplease.â she panted âdonât stop.â
his free hand desperately clenched around the sage green duvet, his grip white-knuckled. her walls contracted around his cock, causing his eyes to roll into the back of his head. he swore in german, his hips faltering as he tried to keep his composure.
âgive it to me baby, come on, I know you can. keep taking my cock. fucking shit, baby, Iâm not gonna last.â
âmick!â she screamed, back arching, skin pressing against his, walls contracting around his thick dick.
her nails were digging into his back, her face flushed and facing away from him as she came. at this angle, he was happy to lean over and press gentle kisses to her face, softly whispering praise and encouragement as he continued to work himself to the edge.
his hips stuttered, cock twitching as he spilled into the condom, body shaking as he lowered himself to rest beside his lover. he had yet to pull out, their legs still locked together. her skin was warm as he pulled her into his arms, swollen lips leaving kisses against her sweaty hair and her fingertips drew shapes against the bare skin of his chest.
out in the kitchen, he could faintly hear the radio. it had long since changed from springsteen, now playing the dulcet tones of paul hewson and u2.
he knew he should get up. he at least needed to take the condom off. maybe pull a blanket over their bodies.
but having her in his arms was a type of heaven within itself. her scent overwhelming his senses, her touch comforting over his flushed skin.
he needed her beside him like he needed oxygen to breathe.
âmick,â she mumbled, head still resting against his chest. âI need to go to the bathroom, and youâve still got most of your lower body weight on me.â
he grinned sheepishly as he disentangled himself from her, watching from the bed as she strode to the closet, pulling a silken robe around her lithe frame.
he was so in love. he hoped this would be his forever.
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Hello my favorite bunnies. I won't let you relax for a minute.
These are my unholy thoughts
The Park twins were definitely something very special.
When you first met Seonghwa, it was hard to believe that he could be the twin brother of someone like Hwaseong, and vice versa.
They were the hottest topic in the office, and as the children of the CEO of the company you were working at, they were frequently spotted around the office.
Seonghwa was the cutest person on the planet. God, you could have sworn there was an angelic halo around his pretty head, and those big innocent eyes⊠Damn it, all you wanted to do was ruin him. There was something so sweet about him that it made your teeth ache with the desire to sink into that delicious caramel skin of his.
At the same time, Hwaseong was his complete opposite - brash, belligerent and vulgar to the point of disgusting, you couldn't be around him for more than a minute without your panties getting uncomfortably wet. And unlike Seonghwa, you were desperate for Hwaseong to destroy you.
You never thought that you would be in the middle of it when the boys started their internship at the company. Mr. Pak was personal request that you take care of them and help them in any way possible.
And as it turned out, "all their affairs" also included the satisfaction of their insatiable libido.
It was a bit of a push-pull for you three. The desire to push Seonghwa into a dark closet and show him what heavenly blowjob meant became stronger and stronger. Especially when he looked at you with those sparkling eyes and batted his long eyelashes.
At the same time, you wanted to smother that arrogant bitch face of Hwaseong with your own pussy. The whole situation made you feel as if you were between heaven and hell at the same time.
Neither of you dared to make the first move, despite the intense tension and the almost painful sexual desire between you.
Everything changed at a company dinner. Seonghwa was lightweight and quickly got drunk, getting clingy and overly tactile with you, while Hwaseong seemed to get even cockier, starting to touch you unprofessionally and not innocently.
You had to drive them home before Hwasung performed a striptease on the table. God, he was literally five minutes away from taking his clothes off. And Seonghwa started to whimper about how much he wanted to go home to his soft bed. The boy was literally the sweetest creature that could have ever existed in the world.
But you were a damn fool to fall for their blandishments and take them home. And you were an even bigger fool to think that they believed that their typical behaviour characterised them in the bedroom.
Things did not turn out as you had hoped when Seonghwa literally fucked the life out of you in the middle of the hallway of their luxurious penthouse and Hwaseong obediently sucked your fingers while waiting for his turn. The huge innocent eyes were black as night and full of lust, while the bold lips that had curved into a devilish grin had become soft and gentel.
The night was going to be long, exhausting and hot, judging by the eagerness with which they tried to get enough of you. Biting, licking, kissing, scratching and fucking you as if their lives depended on it. For you, the morning came just as suddenly as the change in their behaviour last night, but what drove you even crazier was how gentle Seonghwa was with you again, and the way that annoying arrogance once again coloured Hwaseong's beautiful features.
Anyway, you were right about one thing - the Park twins really were something special.
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MOTOMAMI | welcome to formula one
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author's note: just a little something to get me back into the game because i missed working on this!
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f1 Our longterm besties entering F1 together âš
Starring Valeria, Oscar and Logan!
#F1 #Formula1 #BahrainGP
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user1 the 2019 rookies are getting some serious competition with these three
user2 not them leaving nyck out like he isn't a rookie as well ‷ user3 who?
user4 i'm so hyped to see these three race against each other! ‷ user5 only oscar and vale will race each other, logan will stay at the back ‷ user6 that is so foul
user7 đČđœđČđœđČđœâ€ïžâ€ïžâ€ïž
user8 f1 isn't what it used to be ‷ user9 go cry me a river
user10 "shake ass on the podium" she's so real i loooove her
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f1 The Mercedes duo arriving in fashion to the first race weekend of the season! âïž
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user11 vale is so cute omg
user12 the fashionistas of f1
user13 everyone arriving in their boring team merch while these two really rock the paddock
user14 i just know they texted each other this morning discussing their fits
user15 f1 fashion game is SO BACK
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f1 Valeria makes history as the second woman to gain points in F1 đ
Ortiz scores her first points with a solid P6!
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user16 THAT'S MY GIRL RIGHT THERE AAHH
user17 it's just the car ‷ user18 whatever makes you sleep at night
user19 that eyeliner is STANDING ON BUSINESS
user20 the way i screamed out loud when she drove over the finish line!!!
user21 her dad jumping up and down and kissing toto's cheek is the most iconic moment of the weekend ‷ user22 literally her dad is absolute goals ‷ user23 i love her dad so much
user24 just her breathing is already making history
user25 a legend in the making! đČđœđČđœ
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valeriaortiz celebrating that p5-p6 with selfmade tequila
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user26 only hot people driver for mercedes đ
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user27 i already love lewis' and valeria's friendship so much
user28 vale looks so fun to party with!
user29 now i wanna try vale's dad's tequila ‷ user30 ong been thinking about it ever since she mentioned it
user31 can't wait to see vale bloom further in f1
user32 she's going places for sureeee
user33 men crying and throwing up that a woman joined f1 and vale is over here enjoying some good tequila and pizza
user34 she had one decent race and her ego jumps through the roof ‷ user35 truly embarrassing of her
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Ultraviolence | part 2
Bradley Bradshaw x F!Reader x Jake Seresin
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Summary: You and Bradley loved each other, and Jake Seresin was just your old friend from high school who you tried to pay no kind to. At least thatâs how it used to be.
Word Count: 8.9k
Warnings/tags: 18+ MDNI, infidelity, Bradley sucks, angst, smut, oral, choking, Jake Seresin has a praise kink because I said so, a little redhead slander (I am so sorry if youâre ginger).
Announcement: Yes I know part one came out a year ago. Yes I know nobody cares anymore. I want to get back into writing again and this has been sitting in my drafts for so long.
It had been 2 weeks, and you hadnât confronted Bradley. But, in terms of how heâs been treating you, itâs been paradise. Things were back to how they used to be, or at least that's how it looked on the surface. You wondered if the girl he was cheating with is still in the picture or not. You wondered about her a lot. It was really hard to not think about her. In fact, you thought about her so much that you had a clear picture of what you thought she looked like in your mind. Of course, sheâs blonde. Shiny, silky, long blonde hair. Sheâs slightly shorter than you, with a slightly better figure. Her tits were bigger than yours, and her stomach is flatter. She had a bright white smile and a bubbly personality.Â
You hated her. But you also felt sorry for her.Â
Jake had been literally blowing up your phone. He called and texted you so many times. You responded at first, saying you hadnât confronted Bradley yet, but you were going to. He asked you every day after that if you had done it yet, and you never responded. The only other text you responded to was when he said he was worried that something happened and you needed help. It was embarrassing, thatâs the real reason you didnât want to talk to him. It was embarrassing that you were prioritizing guilty attention over your own self respect.Â
One day when Bradley got home from work, he was pissed. âWhatâs wrong, baby?â You asked from the couch as he kicked his shoes off.Â
âHangmanâs just the same fucking dick heâs always been.â He mumbled.
At this point, you were all ears. âWhatâd he do?â You set your book down on your chest..
He shook his head. âAlways in everyones fucking business.â He grumbled and went into the kitchen.
Interesting. You pulled your phone out and went to text Jake to ask him what he did, but when you opened his contact, you saw that he had texted you this morning and you didnât see it.
Since youâre not gonna call him on it, I will.
On your day off, Bradley asked if you could bring his laptop to work because he forgot it. Of course, you eagerly got in the car and drove it to him. When you entered the office building on the base, you tried to remember your way around. And because you fucking deserve it, because of some kind of weird karma from the universe, Jake was the first person you saw.
âHey.â He said slowly, his eyebrows furrowed. You half smiled and gave him a nod, hoping that was the end of the interaction. It wasnât.
He came closer to you, ducking his head like he was trying to be secretive. âCan I talk to you?â He said softly. His presence made you want to break down crying in his arms. It made you resent Bradley in a way that was unlike you.
âJake, no. Not now.â You shook your head, trying to move around him. He blocked you and you gave up all too easily.Â
His hand came up to your shoulder, resting it softly on you. He towered over you, but he was still so gentle. âIâve been trying to get a hold of you but you never answer. Me and Nat saw that girl with Bradley again, they were in his car, and we were able to find her on facebook. Her names Clara and-â
âGod, you're a lifesaver.â Bradley groaned in delight, entering the lobby. Both of your heads whipped in that direction. You forced a smile and laughed, shrugging Jakeâs hand off of your shoulder. As Bradley walked closer, you and Jake looked at each other. His eyes had sympathy and a little bit of anger, and yours said donât-say-another-fucking-word. You could tell it made Bradley physically uncomfortable that you and Jake were talking to each other. Actually, the energy in that room made all three of you uncomfortable. It also made him uncomfortable that neither of you were saying anything. âDid I miss something?âÂ
âNo! No, here you go.â You held his laptop out to him, forcing a smile. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and kissed your forehead. You were so embarrassed you almost recoiled when he touched you.Â
âI was just gonna show her where your office was. She looked lost.â Jakeâs voice was noticeably different. It's almost like it went back to normal, he sounded so much softer when he talked to you.
The tension between Bradley and Jake was intense. They both had an obvious dislike for each other that was never there before.
âYou wanna see my office, babe?â He looked down at you. You nodded enthusiastically.Â
âSee ya Hangman.â He said, pulling you away from the magnetic force of a man that is Jake Seresin.Â
Back in Bradleyâs office, you felt sick to your stomach. From the little information you were able to hear, he is not done with that girl. And now, you have a name to put to that stupid fucking face that you canât stop thinking about. Leaning against Bradleys desk, you couldnât help but stare at the picture of the two of you that sat front and center. It was from your wedding. You were both laughing, wrapped completely around each other. The happiness that you had in that picture, the happiness that was in endless supply, surrounding you every second of every day, was nowhere to be found now. You havenât seen it for a while.Â
It was different this time. When you first found out he cheated, you were sad. Cried whenever he wasnât around, threw up, the whole nine yards. Now, just finding out that it is still going on, you were mad. So mad it was almost funny. For some strange reason, you wanted to laugh. An anger unlike anything you have ever felt in your entire life brewed in each and every cell of your body. It was white hot and it was making you sweat.
Sitting down at his desk, Bradleyâs eyes were on you. âAre you okay?â His voice was worried, like he might be in trouble if youâre not. âYou look sick.â
You nodded. âYeah. Iâm fineâ You smiled. The familiar feeling in your stomach, the same one you got when Jake had first told you, started crawling up your throat. You were absolutely disgusted by him and it was making you sick to look at him.Â
He reached out and touched your leg. âCome here.â He spoke softly.
You pushed off of the desk and away from his hand. âI have to go. I have a call- a work call- in a little bit.â You scrambled for an excuse.Â
âOh.â He said.
Backing up towards the door, he looked increasingly worried with each step you took. âBye, see you at home.â You said, giving him no time to respond or question as you walked out. Out in the hallway, you could finally breathe. You stood still for a few moments, the cool air conditioning of the building filling your lungs as you took long, deep breaths. This time is different. He knows what heâs doing to you and heâs happily letting it happen. You were fucking done with him. Your legs started working again and you made your way down the eerily quiet hallway. That place feels like a museum, everything looks clean and untouched.Â
As you were inspecting the cleanliness while you walked, you stopped in your tracks when you read âLt. Jacob âHangmanâ Seresinâ. This was his office. You looked around the hallway, saw nobody, then knocked lightly. âCome in.â You heard his muffled voice say on the other side. The door clicked as you opened it, peaking your head inside like you thought you would be bothering him if you came in. He was standing behind his desk with papers in his hands. When he saw you, his posture and his eyes softened. He dropped the papers onto his desk.
âHey.â You said, still not fully stepping into the room.Â
âCome sit.â He said. You shut the door behind you and you were finally able to let your guard down. You took a shaky breath and walked over to his desk. Not wanting to intrude, not wanting to make yourself at home, you stayed standing.Â
You cleared your throat. More than anything, you wanted answers. âCan I see a picture of her?âÂ
He started walking around to meet you on the other side of his desk. His desk was much more neat than Bradleyâs. Bradleyâs was littered with pictures and trinkets and notes. Jake had a couple of awards on display off to the side, and that was mostly it. âI donât think thatâs a good idea.â
âJake. Please.â You pleaded, trying to be as stern as you could even though your voice shook.
He looked down to the ground. Without a word, he pulled his phone out of his back pocket. It was silent as he typed a few words and your stomach started to twist again.Â
He cleared his throat. âHere.â He had her facebook page pulled up.
To your surprise, she was not blonde. Well at least not all the way. She had strawberry blonde hair and dark eyes. And of fucking course, she had dimples. But the biggest thing that stood out was how young she looked. With a second more of scrolling, you saw âUCLA class of 21â in her bio. âClass of 21?â You gasped. You and Bradley were both 30. She was 22 at most. That pissed you off even more, you felt like you couldnât even see straight.Â
Jake grabbed the phone out of your hands. âThatâs enough.â He said, putting it back in his pocket. You saw her full name, itâs burned into the back of your eyelids, you could look her up later.Â
It was quiet again. Jake didnât know what to say. He had a million things he wanted to say, but none of them were a good idea right now.Â
âIâm sorry you got dragged into this.â You admitted shamefully.
âY/N.â He sighed âDonât say youâre sorry, none of this is your fault.â
Looking down at the ground, you were unable to meet his eyes. âI donât know. Sheâs so pretty and she-â
âHey.â His voice was stern, it made you flinch. His hand came up to your chin and lifted your head to look at him. âThis was not about you. This is about Bradley being selfish. You are prettier than her. You understand me?â His hand was still gripping your chin. You nodded, eyes locked in his. âYou are so god damn beautiful, and Bradley is fucking crazy for not giving you the world.â His grip got softer as he spoke that sentence, but he didnât move his hand. âGot it?â He asked.
âYes.â You agree softly. He was breathing hard and his jaw clenched like he was mad. Not that you would ever admit it, but it was sexy. Your knees started to feel weak. Jake has an effect on you that Bradley never did. Right now, it felt like Jake knew that. That he knew he had some otherworldly effect on you and your knees were getting weaker by the millisecond.Â
âYou promise?â He spoke, almost in a whisper. You realized he had dipped his head down at some point, and you tilted yours up.Â
âYes, Jake.â You whispered back. You could feel his breath on your lips, making your eyes flicker down at his. Now you couldnât look up.Â
Within seconds, everything that Bradley had done to you flashed through your mind in a blur. The most prominent image was him with that 22 year old fucking ginger underneath him. It only made sense to tip your head up further to kiss Jake.Â
When Jake first found out about the other woman, he knew this day would come, and he swore he wouldnât take it too far when it did. But right now, now that your warm lips were touching his and he could taste the toothpaste on your tongue and it felt like his whole body was completely lit up, he didnât know if he could stop himself.
It felt good in so many different ways. It felt good, like a sort of revenge against Bradley. It felt good to be kissed by someone who actually wanted you. And it felt so good because it was Jake.Â
His hand on your jaw threaded back through your hair, his other pulled you fully against him. He kissed you eagerly, like he couldnât get enough. Your heart was pounding so hard that it felt like it was about to explode out of your chest, like your whole body was struck by lightning and each one of your nerve endings was on fire. It was feverish and nerve wracking and wrong but so fucking right. He backed you up until the back of your thighs hit the edge of his desk, making the desk shift slightly on the floor. Both of his large hands cupped your face, his fingers reaching to the back of your neck.Â
His hips pushed yours back even further; he wanted you on his desk. Of course, you complied. His big, shiny desk creaked as you adjusted yourself on it and opened your legs to let him stand in between them. Your shorts rode up your thighs and his hands were on that exposed skin immediately. The only sound in the room was both of your heavy breathing. Your tongue swiped along his bottom lip, which he took as a green light to stick his tongue in your mouth. This was the most exhilarated you had felt in years. It was different from the many make out sessions you had with Bradley throughout your life, it was so much more intense. There was so much more meaning behind it, so much fire.Â
Itâs obvious to anyone with a brain that Jake is rough in nature, especially in bed. Oddly enough, he was taking it easy on you thus far. That is until you felt his fingers graze against your neck, seemingly testing the waters. You tried to kiss him harder, tried to say yes without actually saying it. He mustâve got the message, his huge hand covered your throat, his fingers wrapping around it. It wasnât choking as much as it was holding you in place. His teeth pulling your lip made a short whine come from the back of your throat, completely unintentionally. This made him rip his lips away from yours, his hand still holding your throat.Â
He held your face an inch away from his. âDid you lock the door?â He sounded so different, his voice was so much deeper, so much darker than normal.
You managed to shake your head within his grasp. The door isnât locked, there is no way you could have predicted this was going to happen when you walked in 10 minutes ago. It was logical to assume he was going to go lock it, your husband was literally two doors away. Jake Seresin is anything but logical, you should know this by now. He kissed you again, so much dirtier this time. Wasting zero time, his hands were back on your thighs. Unexpectedly, your legs were lifted off the desk and pulled forward, leaving you laying on the desk. Jake pulling your shorts and underwear down your legs, kneeling as he did so, was a sight to fucking behold.Â
A loud sigh left his mouth as he set his gaze on your pussy. It was nothing short of heavenly, celestial even. For the last 8 years, you were forbidden fruit, and now heâs on his knees right in front of you, ready to taste you, ready to sin.Â
Stopping didnât cross your mind once. Actually the only thing on your mind the whole time was more. It wasnât even revenge at this point, it was desire in its purest form. Papers on his desk shifted under your hair, a few of them slipping onto the floor, not that you noticed.Â
Slowly, almost experimentally, he runs a single finger through your slit. It struck you that it was gonna be really hard to stay quiet. âYou this wet for me?â He faked flattery, pulling his finger away.Â
âJake, please.â You whined. Trying to get him to do something, you lifted your legs up so your calves rested on your shoulders.Â
âI wanna take my time with you.â He pressed a kiss to your clit, the light touch sending jolts throughout your whole body. âGive you what you deserve.â
Apparently, âtaking his time with youâ meant diving into you and going absolutely feral. It was feverish, the way he licked and sucked you was so greedy. There was no time for you to feel bad about squeezing his head between your thighs, but you suspected he liked it anyway. He does. His nails dug into your thighs so he could hold onto you for leverage. There was no way of telling if he was sucking or biting your clit, but whatever it was, it made your vision blurry and your thoughts completely disappear. It was necessary for one of your hands to cover your mouth or else this whole office would know how good Jake is.Â
All this time, his cockiness was not for nothing. You understood why he had girls obsessed and delusional, you would do the same for this treatment. Maybe heâs had a lot of practice, but there is no way he is this fierce with every other girl. He was making you feel like you were the only girl in the world, like your head was spinning. He didnât use his fingers, he really didnât need to, his mouth already had you fighting to not cum so quickly. Ever intuitive, the only time he broke away from you was to say âGive it to meâ against you. His deep voice sent vibrations through your core to your fingertips. The bright fluorescent light above you seemed to expand as your vision went white. The air left your lungs, your head spun, every muscle in your body tensed. His tongue worked you through your orgasm perfectly, and he let you grind against him as you hit your peak. âGood fucking girl.â He moaned against you.
Once he was positive you were done, he reluctantly pulled away. If he had it his way, he would keep you just like this all day. You couldnât sit up yet, all you could do was lay there and catch your breath.Â
Jake knew this was bad. Not because you were his best friend's wife, but because now he had a taste and he knows he wonât be able to stop any time soon. He picked your underwear up off of the floor and gently slid them onto your shaky legs. You let him dress you again, eyes still closed. When he was done, you sat up and the look he gave you was nothing short of sinister.Â
He leaned his hands on the desk on either side of you, looking at you like he wanted you to say something. You brought your hands up to either side of his face and kissed him in response, words could not do what he just did to you justice. This kiss was much slower than the rest, he let you taste yourself on his lips.Â
Two voices talking in the hallway passed his door, making the two of you jump apart. The voices faded down the hallway, leaving the two of you tensed. For a second, the only thing either of you could do was look at each other. Every emotion possible coursed through your body, and you didnât know whether to smile or cry or laugh or kiss him again.Â
âJesus, Y/N.â He finally spoke, stunned and shakily. âI didnât think that was actually ever gonna happen.â
That made you smile. He had thought about it before, which came as no surprise. The cold air of the office washed over you, bringing you back into reality. âYou areâŠâ Words failed you, nothing could describe how you felt. âSo good.â
Of course, his cocky smile made an appearance. You could no longer judge him for it, he has every right in the world to be cocky. âYou better leave before your husband sees you here.â He backed up to let you get off his desk.Â
âYeah.â You agreed begrudgingly, looking down at the ground. You got a sight of your legs, your thighs were glistening and there were nail marks in them.Â
As you stepped away from him, he grabbed your arm. âThis isnât a one time thing. At least not for me.â He spoke inches from your ear. âAnd lock the door next time.â
You swallowed. âOkay.âÂ
Back at home, you had 2 hours before Bradley got back. You had done your mourning of the relationship, you had spent your time wishing Bradley was different for weeks. Wishing he was sorry. But heâs not. And heâs never going to be. You could continue to be sad, continue to be a victim, continue to cry every day. But there were some other options.
A quick google search of the name that was burned into the back of your eyelids; Clara Bitner, you found her facebook. There was a time where you felt sorry for her. Bradley had obviously lied to her and she got caught up in something she didnât even understand, so she was probably hurt too. But now that you know she has chosen to continue seeing your husband when she knows heâs married, you hate her. Itâs so unfortunate that she was pretty. It would help if you could look at her pictures and say she was ugly, but that wasnât an option. She had long strawberry blonde hair with deep brown eyes and classic southern charm. She was from Tennessee, but she went to UCLA, and now sheâs a kindergarten teacher. âOf fucking course.â You scoffed at her occupation. Is there anything bad about this girl? She had a lot of friends and she lived in a beach condo maybe 20 minutes from here. You had been scrolling for a while, and a certain picture made you stop in your fucking tracks. It was a picture from her 22nd birthday dinner, all of her friends sitting around the table smiling, and there was Bradley. He was sitting next to her with his hand resting on her leg, with a huge fucking smile on his face. It was posted 4 months ago. If he was important to her enough to go to her birthday dinner four months ago, you didnât want to know how long they had been seeing each other.Â
How did he have time for this? This wasnât a hook up, it wasnât an affair, it was a second life. You began to think about all of the flight tours, weekend trips, and week long missions he had gone on in the past year. How many of those were lies?
Your marriage is completely ruined, 100% done. You could mope about it. Or you could keep having fun of your own.
By the time you heard the garage door opening, you were in the kitchen making dinner. You played the song âJoleneâ by Dolly Parton because it was ironic and weirdly specific to your life right now. And it was just plain funny.Â
 The front door opened and you turned the volume up. âHey baby!â He shouted from the front of the house.
âHi!â You said. Acting normal was going to be harder than you thought. You heard him playing with the dogs for a moment, baby talking and petting them.Â
His footsteps approached the kitchen and you took a deep breath. âGod, you look sexy.â He said.
You were wearing shorts and a t-shirt and no makeup. You brushed off his comment as guilty flattery.
He came up and you had to brace yourself. He wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed the side of your neck. It made you fucking sick.Â
Not replying, you started humming along to the music. He swayed with you for a moment so you started singing.
Youâre beauty is beyond compare,
With flaming locks of auburn hair,
Ivory skin, and eyes of emerald green.
âI love this song.â You stated.Â
âMhm. Dollyâs the best.â He unwrapped his arms from you.
Jolene, Jolene, Jolene, Jolene
I'm begging of you please don't take my man.
He side eyed you and you stared right back at him. Yet, in perfect Bradley nature, he played it cool, walking to the other side of the counter.
âPoor Dolly.â You sighed. âEspecially since that bitch Jolene is ginger. That just plain sucks, getting cheated on with a red head.â Trying to focus on the pot you were stirring, you couldnât help but look up at him. His tongue was in his cheek and he had a terrified glint in his eyes.
âWhat?â You asked innocently.
âNothinâ.â He shook his head and walked away.Â
This was kinda fun.
âYou have any plans tonight?â You asked Bradley over dinner. It was a Friday, so you figured he was going somewhere, be it with Clara or not.
âEh, Jake and Javy wanna go watch the game at a bar, Iâll probably go.â He said. âDâ you?â
That was probably a lie. âI think Jenna wants me to come meet her baby, so Iâll probably go over there. Plus she said she needs a wine night.â Jenna was your coworker, and she hasnât even had her baby yet. It was so empowering to lie back.
While Bradley did the dishes, you got out your phone to clear some things up.
Are you hanging out with Bradley tonight?
âWhat time do you think youâre gonna go?â You asked from the table. His eyes were on the dishes and it was incredible how he lied so often without flinching while it made your adrenaline rush and your heart pound.Â
â7:30, 8?â He said.Â
No? Is he saying I am?
The feeling you got was the perfect definition of disappointed but not surprised. Itâs a confirmed lie now. âOkay, thatâs probably what time Iâll leave too.â
Yes. Heâs leaving at 8. Can I come over then?
Of course.
Were you doing this purely to get back at Bradley? No, not entirely. That was a huge driving factor in your actual actions towards Jake, but youâve always wanted to, so part of it is something youâve always wanted.Â
Not long after dinner was cleaned up, Bradley was kissing your forehead and heading out the door. You watched out the window as his car pulled out of the driveway, and once it disappeared down the street, you rushed up to your room. There was a lacy black bra and thong set you had just bought waiting for you in your closet. Once you pulled it on, you admired yourself in the mirror. If Bradley wonât appreciate it, Jake sure will. You exchanged your t-shirt for a sweatshirt, you didnât want to look like you were trying. Obviously, you were.Â
After spraying yourself with perfume and taking too long to decide what scent of lotion you wanted to use, you nearly ran down stairs and slipped your shoes on. A quick goodbye to the dogs and you were out the door. It seemed that every time you drove to Jakeâs you were rushing. While you were driving you thought about what you were going to do when you got there, fully intending to be bold and get straight to it. The fluttering nervousness in your stomach made you feel like you were a teenager again, you hadnât been nervous to see a boy in years. When you pulled in the driveway, the boldness started to fade out, and you almost felt shy. There was a split second where you felt guilty, your conscience waved a huge red flag and your brain told you this was wrong. One thought about where Bradley actually was right now, and you swung the car door open and got out. The thought that Bradley probably just got to Claraâs fueled your steps, and by the time you made it to the front door, you were seething. Hopefully Bradley has fun tonight, because you sure will.
Despite the vengeance coursing through your body, you knocked lightly on the door. All too quickly, the lock clicked and the door opened. âHey, Y/N.â Jake said casually, like you werenât his best friend's wife. He was freshly showered, his hair was still a little damp. He wore gray sweatpants and a white shirt that was entirely too tight around his biceps.Â
âHi.â You said simply. He stepped back, allowing you to come in. It was quiet, and when he turned around to face you, there was an unmistakable anticipation present. It made a shiver run up your spine and goosebumps breakout on your arms. He nodded his head as a way to say âfollow meâ, and started leading you through the house. Silence still hung in the air. It felt like a volcano waiting to explode, like the calm before a storm.Â
You made it to his room, and your heartbeat started to speed up. It was getting real now. You had never seen his room before, but itâs just as nice as you expected. Jake has expensive taste, and his whole house reflects that. His bed was lazily made, but the rest of the room was spotless.Â
He reached his bed and sat down on the end of it. The way his hooded eyelids cast a shadow over his eyes made you notice how dark the lighting was in there. Unsure of what to do, you just stood and looked at him. He led you here without a word, he should know what to do now.Â
âCome here.â He said darkly, the voice you heard in his office earlier that day made a return. He spread his legs open so you could stand between them, a complete contrast to what happened on his desk. You still hadnât said a word since you walked in the house, but you didnât need to, your body said it all. The back of your thighs fit perfectly in his hands, and his shoulders fit perfectly in yours. His huge warm hands on the back of your legs made you want to melt into the floor. âDo you want this?â He asked, looking up at you.Â
Bradleys face flashed in your mind. So did Claraâs. You nodded.
âSay it.â His grip tightened on your thighs.Â
âI want it.â
âYou want what?â He was really making you work for it, apparently.
You went to say it, but you hesitated. It sounded worse out loud. âI want you to fuck me.â
You swear his eyes changed in that instant. He let go of your thighs and pushed you back lightly, confusing you for a moment. âStrip.â He said. Heart in your throat, your jaw couldâve dropped to the floor. This was a lot. But you liked it.Â
Taking a deep breath, you started by kicking your shoes off. It only felt right to tease him, so you toyed with the rim of your sweatshirt for a moment. You slowly lifted it over your head, taking your sweet time. When you finally got it off, you heard him exhale. You secretly thanked yourself for wearing such a nice bra. The dim lighting made his face darker, but you could still see the pure lust in his eyes. Next, you hooked your finger in your shorts and pulled them down, revealing the underwear you picked out just for him. Once you kicked your shorts off of your feet, you reached your hand behind your back to unclip your bra.
âLeave it.â He said. You dropped your hands and let him look at you. He reached his hand out to you, making you step forward and grab it. As he was pulling you towards him, his eyes moved all over your body. âYou pick these out for me or for him?âÂ
Your face grew hot. âYou.â You replied softly, your hand still in his. He used his grip on your hand to pull you down to kiss him. It was searing, and for a second, both of you reveled in the feeling. Without him having to ask, you climbed on top of him, stradling your legs on either side of him. When your core felt how hard he was under his sweatpants, it made your whole body twitch. If thatâs what simply feeling him through his clothes felt like, you had no idea what was going to happen when he actually fucked you. He must have felt it too, his hands gripped your ass and pulled you closer to him.Â
Things were moving quickly, but it was still entirely too slow. He flipped you over onto your back and sat up to take his shirt off. This was by far not the first time you had seen Jake with his shirt off, but by god, it was the best. Maybe he was flexing, but you didn't care. He was sculpted like an angel, like there wasnât a single flaw about his body. His hair got messed up when his shirt was pulled over it, it ruffled the top. It only made him look hotter. It was hard to not notice his dick through his gray sweatpants, and simply the size of his bulge made you nervous. When he bent back down to meet your lips, you kissed him in a rushed manner. It was beyond the point of wanting him, you needed him. âYou want my mouth again?â He asked against your lips.
The thought made your eyes roll back in your head. Yes, you undoubtedly wanted his mouth, but you needed him inside you more. You hooked your fingers in his waistband and shook your head. He got the message, but that didnât mean he was going to give you what you wanted right away. He used both of his hands to pull your underwear down. âSlutty fuckinâ panties.â He mumbled. Your lips met again and it felt like you couldnât spread your legs any wider for him. Without warning, without a single preliminary touch, he stuck two of his fingers inside of you. This earned a theatrical reaction from you, like it was the first time someone has touched you that way. While it wasnât the first time by a long shot, it somehow felt like it was, you had never been touched like this.Â
âJakeâ Was the only thing you could get out of your mouth as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. When you tilted your head back to moan, he took the opportunity to kiss your neck. He felt like he wanted to moan more than you did. His mouth sloppily worked its way down your neck and onto your chest. It would have been smart to ask him not to leave any marks on you, but you didnât care one bit anymore. Not while his teeth were pulling your bra down. He sucked one of your nipples into your mouth, his fingers were still moving in and out of you.Â
âYouâre so perfectâ He mumbled against your chest. You had never felt a complement that sounded so sincere, just the sound of him saying that made you feel perfect. Under his touch, under his body, under his lips, you were perfect. His fingers curled inside you and your back couldnât arch any higher, your whimpers couldnât get any more desperate. He used his arm next to your head to sit up, looking you up and down. His eyes roaming your body didnât make you insecure or shy, they just riled you up even more.Â
His fingers were amazing, but they could only do so much. You both knew what you really wanted. âPlease Jake. Please fuck me.â You cried. With one last particularly harsh curl of his fingers, he pulled his fingers out of you. He brought his fingers up to your lips, only having to brush your wetness onto your lips for a second before you sucked them into your mouth without thinking. A low groan came from the back of his throat when you gagged on his fingers, licking your own slick off of him.Â
He let his fingers stay in your mouth for longer than they needed to be, purely for the way you looked while taking them. Your eyes bore into his the whole time, and you thought that if he was going to humor himself with this for any longer, you were going to take matters into your own hands. The tips of your nails dragged down his chest, over his stomach, and to the waist of his sweatpants. Teasing was an option, but you couldnât anymore, your hands gripped his sweats as you pulled them down. While doing so, a realization crossed your mind; he isnât wearing any underwear. Thatâs Jake, ever classy.Â
He enjoyed letting you do the work, so he leaned down to taste your wetness on your lips. His tongue licked into your mouth, trying to collect anything that was left; the taste of you was addicting, he had gotten a taste in his office earlier, and he knew he was already addicted. You didnât see his dick right away, but you felt it when you wrapped your hand around it. When you realized how thick he was, your heart fluttered. He was thicker than anything you had ever taken, thicker than your husband. A moan slipped from your mouth into his, and that was his tipping point. Before you could make any further moves, both of your hands were pinned above your head with only one of his. He used the other to pull his sweatpants down further, then line himself up with you. The sound of his breathing was loud as he slid his tip up and down your slit, making you squirm. âGod,â he shook his head, his eyes glued to your pussy âyou are so fucking wet.â
âBecause Iâm with you.â You said. It sounded like a simple observation to you, but to Jake it meant that you wanted him, you have always wanted him, the way that he has always wanted you. It meant that you were this wet every time you were around him, the way that he was rock solid every time he was around you. That thought was his breaking point, there was no teasing left that he could do, he slid himself inside of you. You knew that he would stretch you, but the feeling still surprised you.Â
âOh my god.â You whined as he bottomed out. He stopped all of the way inside of you, partially to let you adjust, and partially to revel in the feeling of being inside you. Everything was hazy, his vision, his mind, but he still was able to think about how long he had wanted this. Just the thought of seeing you with Bradley at the bars every weekend, and the fact that you were now underneath him, was enough to make him want to cum. Sweat started to bead on his forehead, and he decided to wait a little longer to start moving, his hand came up to hold your jaw, making you look at him. âYouâre so big.â You croaked under his touch.Â
His lips were an inch from yours, you could feel his breath. âTake it.â He spat. With that, he started to move. Even with your head against his pillows, you felt lightheaded and your eyes fluttered closed as he pulled all of the way out and went slowly back in. From there, he was no longer slow. It only took seconds for his pace to quicken, until his skin was slapping into yours and the sound was infiltrating your ears. The stretch definitely hurt, but the pain was mixed with the most mouthwatering pleasure. Without even trying, he was hitting the perfect spot deep inside you, and soon the sound of skin slapping was overtaken by your high pitched moans. Without realizing it, he screwed his eyes shut and clenched his jaw, making this last as long as he wanted was going to be a lot harder than normal. You felt his lips against your neck and with his face closer to your ears, you could hear his grunts every time he thrust inside of you.Â
His hand was still on your jaw, and even though your wrists had been freed above your head, you hadnât even noticed. His other hand grabbed onto your hair for leverage. It seemed like his thrusts got harder each time he entered you. âTalk to me, pretty girl. Tell me how you feel.â His tongue swirled behind your ear.Â
âSo good.â You choked out. âYouâre so good, Jake. So, so, so good.â Rambles fell out of your mouth as your arms wrapped around his back. The feeling of nails scratching down his back was one of Jakeâs favorite things in the world, so when your long nails stroked all the way from his shoulders to his tailbone, he threw his head back. He sat up so his face was above you again, and slid his hand from your jaw to your neck.
Your eyes found his, and the sight of his tanned, sweaty, toned body above yours made you throb around him. His pace was insane, the pain of him slamming into you was drowned out by the tip of his dick hitting your g-spot with every single thrust. The sight of him, the power behind his thrusts, his size, it was all too much. The tears that had been stinging your eyes for the past 5 minutes started to fall. The throbbing of your pussy and the tightening of your stomach told you that you were close. âJ-JakeâŠâ You stuttered. âIâm⊠IâŠâ
âBeg.â He squeezed your throat.Â
âP-Please.â You said the word that you felt like you had already said 50 times tonight. âPlease, Iâve waited so long. Please, please, please please pleaseâ You rambled, more tears falling.Â
âFuuuck, give it to me.â He groaned and dropped his head, the sight of your doe eyes and tears were going to make him cum himself if he didnât look away. It didnât take long after his demand for you to let the wave of pleasure consume you. Mouth falling open, your whole body pulsed and your mind went completely blank. More tears welled in your eyes and the only sensation your body could make out was the feeling of his lips on your jaw. It lasted long and it was powerful, and when you were finally coherent again, there was a noticeable wet spot underneath you. âGood job, sweet girl.â He praised, his sweetness making your stomach flutter.Â
Coming back up to hover over you, he kissed you. Believe it or not, Jake is not a complete and total dick, despite popular belief. He had told himself he would not ask you this question, that it would be crossing a line and it could upset you. But, when he pulled away and he saw how fucked-out you looked, and the feeling of your pussy clenching around him clouded his mind, he couldnât help himself. âDoes he fuck you like this?â He asked darkly, his face close to yours.
There was a clear answer. It was staring you right in the face. But saying it out loud just felt wrong. Even more wrong than what you were already doing. âJakeâŠâ You breathed as a surrender.Â
âTell me.â He said. Your mouth opened to answer, then closed again. He raised his eyebrows, his cockiness reflecting in his eyes. To his defense, he had absolutely every right to be cocky about this. You shook your head. âNo. Say it.â He said through gritted teeth.Â
âNo. No he doesnât.â It came out as almost a laugh. âNobody ever has.â
âYeah?â His arms flexed underneath your fingernails that were digging into them. You nodded.Â
His energy had an obvious change, the admission had done something sinister to him. He sat fully up and pulled out, earning a loud wince from you. All at once, he grabbed your waist and flipped you over onto your stomach. With one hand, he reached under your stomach to pull you onto your hands and knees. Only having been out of you for seconds, he slammed himself back in. You were already sore, and he wasnât even done yet.Â
Now that your big, tear-filled eyes werenât staring into his, he was able to start really talking. âY/N,â one of his huge hands gripped your ass, the other held onto your waist. âI donât even want to tell you how many times Iâve thought about this.â The only response he got from you was a high pitched whine. âI felt disgusting for thinking about you like that, but I couldnât help it. It drove me fucking crazy, having to imagine taking you like this every night, my best friends wife.â That probably wasnât the best thing for him to say right now, but he couldnât control the words coming out of his mouth anymore. Unbeknownst to him, it just turned you on even more. His thrusts started to lose rhythm, and as much as he would like to keep this going all night, he was coming unraveled. âI always knew I would take better care of you.â He spoke through gritted teeth. âI knew he couldnât fuck you the way I could. The way you deserve.âÂ
It felt almost like you were going in and out of consciousness, like you could barely even process his words. Without warning to him or yourself, you pulsed around him and another orgasm poured over your body. No words came from your mouth, and by the end of the second-most powerful orgasm of your life, your body was nearly limp and your face fell to press against the mattress. âJesus, baby.â Jake breathed. âYou just⊠so much⊠fuck, where do you want my cum?â he asked, almost rhetorically because of how little time you had to answer. He pulled out at the exact last moment, and you felt his warm cum start to run down your back. He collapsed, trapping your body underneath him as his armed caged around your sides.Â
Time felt different, and your hazy mind didnât know how long the two of you laid there, breathless. Finally, gaining full consciousness, you felt Jake get off of you and walk out of the room. You were smart enough not to turn over, his bedsheets were already wet enough. The feeling of a cold wet towel against your core made your whole body jolt. âRelax, relax.â Jake said, his voice completely different than just a few minutes ago. As he gently wiped your back with the towel, his other hand came to brush hair out of your face, noticing your completely blank expression. âAre you okay?â He asked.
A smile cracked through your lips. You could say the smile was sinister, a I-just-fucked-my-husbands-best-friend smile, or you could say it was pure bliss, a I-just-had-the-best-sex-of-my-life smile. You preferred the latter. âYeah.â You giggled âYou could say that.â
His shoulders relaxed, and a very similar smile spread across his face. While he was putting his sweatpants back on, you glanced at his alarm clock. Nine o clock, it had only been an hour since you left your house. You sunk into the bed with the realization that you had all of the time in the world. Unintentionally, the math of where Bradley is calculated itself in your head. Clara lives further north, on the coast, about 25 minutes from here. Bradley has just gotten started there.Â
When Jake climbed in bed next to you, the thought of cuddling made a chill crawl up your spine. For some reason, that felt like crossing a line. It felt more intimate than anything else that had happened in this bed tonight. But, Jake didnât seem to think twice about it. When his strong arms wrapped around you, and you pressed your cheek against his warm chest, all of your inhibitions melted away. His hand rubbed up and down your back, and your eyes fluttered closed. The feeling of your eyelashes closing against his chest made Jakeâs heart swell. Fuck.
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When you walked up the stairs to your bedroom, the house felt eerily silent. It was unsettling. The stairs didnât even creek as you walked up them, and your dogs were nowhere to be seen. You started to move quicker towards your bedroom, and you flipped the light on right away when you opened the door.
The sight of strawberry blonde hair splayed across your pillow reflected the overhead light. Your mouth fell open, and you tried to talk, but nothing would come out. Furthermore, you tried to yell, but it felt like you couldnât even get a breath in to do so. You couldnât even move your feet.Â
Claraâs eyes opened, and she didnât look shocked to see you. She sat up and met your eyes. A smile spread across her lips.Â
Your whole body flinched and your eyes shot open. When you realized you were laying in Jake's bed, you were finally able to take a breath in. The realization made you relax into his arms for a moment, closing your eyes again. When the clouds in your mind started to clear, and you finally had a coherent thought, you realized that you were just asleep. In Jakeâs bed. Your eyes shot open again, and your head whipped around to look at his alarm clock. It was 12:30. âShit.â You gasped. Moving on pure instinct, you rolled out of his bed and started to gather your clothes. By the time your shorts were on, Jake woke up.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â He groggily spoke.Â
âWe fell asleep. Itâs 12:30.â You pulled your sweatshirt over your head. âI have to go home.â
âOh.â He said. He was obviously not as freaked out as you were, but he wasnât the one going home to his spouse. The room was quiet while you put your shoes on, and in the darkness you were able to make out Jakeâs figure standing up and rubbing his eyes.Â
âIâm sorry.â You turned your head to say as you walked out of his room. Fully intending to book it to your car, your rushed movements were stopped by Jake grabbing your wrist right before you reached the front door. He pulled you to his chest and kissed you. His lips were soft, and his hands held your hips gently. Only letting the kiss last a few seconds, you pulled away. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears and you wondered if Bradley had tried calling you, if he was worried about you. Just past his shoulder, you saw Jake's couch, the one you were sitting on when he had originally told you about Bradleyâs affair. Just the sight made your blood start to boil.Â
You kissed him again. âGoodnight Jake.â
âGoodnight.â His hands left your hips and one last glance was shared between the two of you before you were out the front door. No promises of this happening again, no âtext me when you get homeâ, just a pit in both of your stomachs that said this was wrong, but there is no way we are stopping. The air was chilly as you walked to your car and you didnât have it in yourself to speed home this time. You didnât care. Driving slowly, you let the radio play softly in the background and when you turned the corner to your street and saw Bradleyâs car in the driveway, you hardly reacted. The lights were still on, and with a glance at your phone let you know that he still hadnât texted or called.Â
It was 12:45 and Bradley was on the couch watching TV. Not unusual, but you were still quiet when you walked in. âHowâs Jenna?â He didnât take his eyes away from the TV.
âGood.â You kicked off your shoes. âHer baby is so cute.â While you hoped the questions would stop there, you knew it would be suspicious to just go upstairs right away. How does Bradley do this every day?
He lifted the blanket he was using up so you could crawl under it. His warm skin felt safe and familiar. As usual, his hand fell to your hair to pet it. Closing your eyes, you could already feel the guilt seeping through your skin and crawling up to form a lump in your throat. âHow was the game?â You faked curiosity.Â
âMm.â He grumbled. âPhilly lost. Per usual.â
You began to wonder if he actually watched it. âHowâs Jake?âÂ
His chest rose under your cheek as he took a breath in. âGood, I think. Same old same old.â
âMhm.â You agreed. Fucking liar.
An overwhelming feeling of disgust overtook you. He was lying, but so were you. You were just as bad as him. You thought back to the early days of your relationship, when you said you would do anything for each other, you would never leave each other, that you loved each other more than anything in the world. What happened? Where did you go wrong?
Tears stung your eyes and nausea crept up your throat. "I'm gonna go to bed." You sprung off the couch and booked it towards the stairs.
Bradley didn't flinch. "Goodnight." He spoke, eyes glued to the TV "I love you."
You glanced back at him, and maybe if he was looking at you he would see the disturbance of disgust and infidelity on your face. Regardless, you said nothing in response and walked up the stairs silently.
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