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want to relive some of the top moments of the 2024 atp season?
(all mentioned events from my atp poll)
1) daniil medvedev and melbourne
- was this the cause of danyaâs 2024 season downfall? probably. he played four five setters, two of which he started two sets down. his match against emil ended at around 1 am. he beat z*erev in the funniest way possible. he earned himself a new record stat: playing the most sets ever at a slam (31) in the open era. and from two sets up once again, he lost a heartbreaking slam final. but the fact that he managed to reach the final is incredible: i really hope his sufferings get rewarded. maybe 4th times the charm?
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2) the great bee invasion of indian wells
- i donât know how this happened. i donât know why this happened. why did the bees solely target carlos? why were they there in the first place? is carlos actually winnie the pooh? this event doesnât seem real, but it sure gave us the best memes of the year. shout out to lance, the bee man.
3) indian wells quarterfinal: rune vs medvedev
- people underestimate how fucking hilarious this interaction was. holger hit a defensive body shot but danya didnât see holgerâs apology. in classic danya fashion, he 1) snake-eyes holger and 2) mocks runeâs famous short-shorts. the best part: this beef lasted approximately an hour. âif you want we can talk about this in the locker room â âthere is no reason to talk about itâ oh okay then. worlds shortest tennis spat.
4) madrid 2024
- this was the atpâs cursed tournament of the year. /@/fritzes has a lovely post about this so do check that out! ill just simplify this chaos here for now. carlos lost to rublev and jannik withdrew half an hour later. jiri received a walkover to the semis after daniil retired, and then jiri gifted a walkover himself to FAA. in total, FAA received 3 walkovers on route to the final, two of which were the QF and SF. andrey ended up winning the title, uncharacteristically calm. is this a new rublev? no. he was playing with tonsillitis, antibiotics, baby food, and a dream. what an absurd two weeks.
5) holger rune versus the ATP
- holger vs jannik on monte carlo clay never fails to deliver drama. in response to his unfortunate scheduling situationâhaving to finish two matches in a day due to rain delay and leaving him without proper rest for his match against jannik (who later won)âholger leaves a salty reply on his twitter account. i hope he never gets a socmed manager.
6) corentin moutet
- i canât believe this didnât get voted more, moutet during clay season was absolutely fucking hilarious. not only was he the first victim of rgâs new umpire head camera (him being a tennisblr hit post makes this even better), but in madrid, he caused a scene with the poor umpire bcause of his dire need for coffee. i also believe this match against shang was also the match where he managed to get hit by a sprinkler on the opposite court. to top it all off, in rome during his match against djokovic, his phone alarm randomly goes off mid match. even novak was amused.
iâm not even done. this man nearly bageled the unstoppable jannik sinner in round 4 of the french open. this man reached 5-0 AD-40 but somehow, the carrot head managed to save two games, denying moutet that bagel. iâm kinda mad that jannik clutched it: that wouldâve been the funniest stat of the year.
7) tomas machac and his shorts
- okay i will give credit where credit is rightfully due. machac defeated djokovic in geneva. he beat alcaraz is shanghai. he won olympic gold for czechia in mixed doubles with hisâŚ.âŚumâŚâŚ.with katerina siniakova. he probably has even better accomplishments this year, i just donât know them at the top of my head.
but he will eternally be remembered as booty shorts machac. his shorts were literally shorter than katerinaâs in paris. is it a distraction tactic? gives him better speed? is it effective? who knows. he pulls it off, i guess. (honorable mention: his antics against jannik in shanghai)
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8) the resurgence of stefaniil
-what a great time to be a stefaniil truther during the laver cup this year. i think pictures speak louder than words, especially in this case, so enjoy. and for the video, please play it with audio.
9) hubert hurkacz
-hubi was so unhinged this year oml. he started his year by making iga cry at the united cup after polandâs doubles loss against germany. at roland garros, he attempted the most awkward, failed attempt at a coup. the words âhey GâŚâ will follow his career just like âsmall catâ follows daniil. grigorâs expression of complete bewilderment and âreally man? youâre doing this?â was the cherry on top.
oh iâm not done. i truly donât know what possessed him at wimbledon this year. after fucking up his knee during his match against fils, he goes on court after a quite lengthy MTO and decides to dive AGAIN. he promptly retires on match point. like brother what. my favorite part of this situation is wawrinka and monfils both getting caught shit-talking hubi afterwards, saying something is wrong with his head. oh hubi
he disappeared for a little bit due to that injury but at the tail end of the season, he delivers one last hilarious moment. would love a look into his brain.
10) jack draper and jannik sinner: puke besties
- oh the friendship that rocked the tennis world. this relationship is fascinating: jack is full of swag and jannik is the literal definition of swagless (itâs okay we still love him for it.) this friendship saga is a two part experience. it first began in montreal with dinner doublesâŚand the infamous ass slap heard around the world. jannik reveals that he and jack are âgood friendsâ which first of all, carlos alcaraz found dead in a ditch. THEN a month later, theyâre projected to play each other in the USO semis and even more details are revealed. wdym they text each other often? WHAT DO YOU MEAN JAN AND JACK COOKED PASTA TOGETHER? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON???
then the actual semi itself: horrendous. for them, not tennis wise though because those first two sets were actually pretty competitiveâŚuntil jack threw up the first time, bless his heart. two historically-known sickly victorian children playing during the humid day session: thatâs a recipe for disaster. at least the net hug was cute. (honorable mention: the anna & jannik bf memes that emerged)
11) taylor fritz vs arthur rinderknech
- okay this moment needs some context. flashback to roland garros, round two, 2023. taylor fritz is facing the last french man remaining in the main draw, and as per usualâŚ.the french crowd is being french (no offense), rowdy and rude. taylor keeps his cool until he wins the match and he:
hot. i mean what who said that.
honestly, this is an iconic image, biases aside. could it get better than this?
yes. yes it can
flash forward to wimbledon 2024, r2. both taylor and his french nemesis are projected to meet again, and rinderknech has a few words to say.
yeah taylor wasnât going to take that. after taking the win against rinderknech, he came up to the net and dropped the best comeback of the year:
what a year. and thereâs many more that i missed. i might make a pt. 2 but the WTA version is next.
#tennis#daniil medvedev#carlos alcaraz#holger rune#jannik sinner#jack draper#tomas machac#corentin moutet#taylor fritz#hubert hurkacz#stefanos tsitsipas#atp#text
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I'm reading A Lonely Place of Dying and Alfred latching immediately onto Tim is NASTY work. Tim shows up and is like "I never aimed to be Robin! I mean I did karate my whole life to emulate Robin and just so happen to have sought you out and grabbed this costume in my size out from that case and really you should be calling me Robin just for now and let me come with you as Robin but I never dreamed it would specifically be ME being Robin. You have a lovely house and home btw :) Now go back to being 10." And Dick's understandably like "No I am a grown man now who are you" and Bruce is not here for this one, but later on is like "You aren't Robin, you're some kid dressed up like my dead son." But Alfred?
IMMEDIATELY Alfred is implying Dick was trying to subtly ask Tim to be Robin (simply not true in in NTT 61, when the implication is made, although he changes his mind in Batman 442) and that Bruce should be grateful for this young man's profound bravery and immense natural skill and maybe show him a few pointers or something idk we'll see :) Like let's be clear, the idea that Tim didn't want to be Robin is simply not part of this story outside of like two lines of dialogue where he's like "oh I didn't consider it could be me!" after which he immediately goes "Wow so you ARE gonna let me be Robin right?" the second he sees the opportunity. The guy essentially makes himself Robin once Dick makes it clear he isn't gonna be. Dick tells Tim nobody should be at first (until he changes his mind) but is ignored because Tim doesn't get why and goes with what he understands, his own stance.
I'm of the opinion that the whole "Tim understands that being Robin is an arduous task full of suffering from the start and chooses to bravely yet sadly martyr himself for the cause" thing I see sometimes is strongly disproven, at least in the beginning of his Robin career, by his "Batman NEEDS a Robin (to love and care for and to watch out for him in return :) )" line of reasoning, his subsequent willingness for Anybody to be Robin whether or not it was him (unless he was consciously okay with other children suffering for his benefit which I find really hard to believe,) and his active glee at anything involving being Robin and persistent smiling pursuit of Doing So against Batman's strong disapproval, because he hasn't officially said no (he did several times, but you can't blame a kid for being excited.) Like, I think he said he never dreamed of being Robin just because having a kid come in begging to replace Batman's dead son because it was a personal aspiration would be extraordinarily rude and arrogant and they wanted people to like this one. He was NOT in any way adverse they just couldn't make him THAT presumptuous, and he is by nature of what he's doing already moderately so.
But say it was true, that Tim was actively opposed to being Robin? Alfred would be pushing this shit HARD onto this thirteen year old kid like what the fuck bro. And "From what Master Richard said, he follows your orders." is HEINOUS but let's not get into that.
#of all the robins so far Bruce has foisted Robin on Tim is by far the least Foisted#âEven if he's right I dont want another Robinâ vs âHe doesn't want me but he hasn't told me no yet :)â#âYou can't kill batman or nightwing!â âOr Robin?? :Dâ#bro is literally âAnd Bumblebee!â#tim says he never wanted it for himself but he actively seeks out being Robin so I think that's like âoh i never imaginedâ#^I've finished reading through and other dialogue directly confirms this#âyeah it hasn't occurred to be that I could ever be Robin but yk just in case-ies I've been actively preparing to be Robin half my lifeâ#I considered the âbeing robin is a burdenâ angle to that line but if that IS what he's saying#it would be pretty fucked up that he'd be okay with anyone being Robin him or not. Like he doesn't come into this AIMING to be Robin#because he's never thought about it#and he clearly has no sense of why Dick is saying no so I can't fully buy into that#I guess the best answer rlly is him being like âoh little old me being robin? :o well gosh golly im doing that nowâ#i mean the actual best answer is âwhoops fuck actually people want Robin back in the story egg on our face with that oneâ#but yk. in universe#âif they think they can kill Robin with no repercussions who will they hunt down next!â#I mean. They can do that. It becomes a major issue that they can in fact do that with no repercussions. They would be right because its tru#In his first story Tim is ALREADY hyping up the cops as an impregnable force. This is subtle Chuck Dixon foreshadowing#tim drake#batman#dc comics#alfred pennyworth
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i created this compilation for myself last year (or more like last month tbh) and was so excited to post it once it hit 2023 but then i forgot to post it here and itâs already a third into the month now but ITâS FINE I CAN POST IT ANYWAY âŚâŚ. MY PRIDE AND JOY MY RICCHAN STOMACH ISSUES VIDEO âŚ..!!!!!!! hell ye
#itâs so dumb ITS THE DUMBEST THING TO MAKE BUT IT MADE ME SO STUPIDLY HAPPY THROUGHOUT IT#made rewatching so much fun too âŚâŚ thereâs only four instances here but whenever it happened i was like#O H MY GOD RICCHAN STOMACH ISSUES CLIP IT CLIP IT#thereâs actually also two other instances of him touching his stomach in anguish that i considered adding but like#i ended up leaving it out bc itâs too long of a vid already ;w; man makes so many grumbling noises when talking about his stomach#i love him tho âŚ.. i hope i can hit another thousand views this year#ricchan stomach problems the pinned mental health ricchan video of the year#i say this in every other post i swear but he just makes me so happy like life is hard and i am living it but then i think of him and just#ah âŚ.. ricchan âŚâŚ.. ricchan you make life worth living and fighting for âŚâŚ.. iâll work hard for you baby oh god#okay i hope posting this video works âŚâŚ never posted shit on tumblr before so if i have to repost after typing an essay in the tags#youâll never see me again goodbye
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I am baking cake at midnight and it is going to kill me <3
#itâs just gone in the oven which means at least 25 minutes and probably more like 45 bc I made a Lot#am also kiiiinda winging the recipe so my expectations are on the floor#this is. for a bake sale. pray for me#Iâm gonna make the icing tonight and leave it in the fridge overnight I think for tomorrow morning#this has gone wrong at every available opportunity it was 100% not worth it#however! given the prices my friend wants to sell this at i May have turned this into like over ÂŁ100 which isnât bad#TWO CAKES. WHY AM I MAKING TWO CAKES#Iâm procrastinating washing up the stuff I used to make the batter (hell) bc itssosososo messy and I just wanna shout abt stuff#primarily that I am once again so upset that I only get one more week of ice hockey before summer#there are two parts to this feeling: 1. I love ice hockey Iâve been having such a good time this past week while Iâve not had to stress#abt anything else. 2. gay. gay gay homosexual gay#like okay Iâve been worried abt whether this is an actual crush or I just convinced myself I like him bc pretty+queer#(because of course I can worry abt that). BUT yeah sorry no can confirm I like this dumb fuck this is so unfair#we talked a BUNCH last night and heâs just really cool.#ohhhh fuck I donât think the oven was properly preheated bc I opened it for a while to fit the two tins in. ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ#anyway!! heâs really fun to talk to someone help like if he does turn out to be single I could in THEORY text him over summer. maybe.#his birthday will be coming up and my friend suggested that. Iâm being insane but oh my god this is torture#I ALSO watched the newest dr who episode today and that did NOT HELP. one of the first things in a while that have given me like#this same specific feeling when I get into gay romantic media. the âreading gay shit on wattpad at age 14 feelingâ if you will#where thereâs like this weight in the pit of my stomach. itâs NICE that doesnât sound good but it is#is this what straight people get with romance all the time. I know I just donât watch/read much anymore but also#thereâs straight romance in literally everything so.#but yeah basically I need another month of fuck around time minimum when everyoneâs in this city so I can get my shit together#ALSO. I ONLY HAVE A YEAR LEFT HERE. THATS TERRIFYING. a year is a long time but itâs also not this one disappeared and this is like.#WAY too early to even consider that but heâs gonna be here probably for a year after I leave and that could suck if anything does happen.#I guess in theory Iâm taking a year before phd probably so I could work here. idk man anyway that one is actually insane of me Iâm just gay#boy đ. they shouldnât be allowed to do this#on Wednesday heâll be done with exams and so will my other friend who knows him well. so I will be able to 1. subtly see w her if girlfriend#2. potentially. MAYBE ask what she thinks Iâm just trying to decide whether thatâs too much to put on her. I think Iâm being insane there#luke.txt
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Co Parents To Lovers Again (part 3)
Pairing: Charles Leclerc x reader
Warnings: fluff, smut this is the last part so I hope you enjoy it!!
part 2
It would be an understatement to say that Charles was over the moon when you and Louise showed up in the paddock on the race day. He was so delighted and happy that he had a hard time hiding it, and everyone present could see it.
He didn't separate from Lou, and he thanked you several times for bringing her and for coming with her telling you how much that meant to him.
Of course, you both attracted the attention of all the media, knowing that tomorrow the main news on the internet will be how Charles' ex-girlfriend appeared with his daughter in the paddock for the first time after a full year since the breakup.
The cameras were everywhere, but having learned from previous experiences, you decided to ignore them and pretend they didn't exist. All you were focused on was giving your daughter an unforgettable weekend and supporting Charles as well.
Lou got hungry so you and Charles decided to get her something to eat at the Ferrari hospitality. Lou didn't know what she wanted to eat, so Charles decided to leave his things at your table, including his phone, and said he would go with her to the restaurant to choose. While Lou went with Charles, you sat down at the table and scrolled through your phone waiting for them to come back.
âAm I seeing things or is it really y/n?â A very familiar voice asked you, making you look up from your phone.
âCarlos!â You smiled from ear to ear as you stand up to hug him.
âItâs been some time since Iâve seen you in the paddock. How come youâre here?â He asks curiously.
âLou had a hard time accepting that she wouldn't be spending this weekend with her dad, so...yeah, here we are.â
âOh man, heâs gonna beat my ass on the track today..â Carlos says shaking his head.
âWhat do you mean?â You laugh a little unsure of what heâs talking about.
âHe always gives 110% on the track when Lou is there to support him, I can only imagine what itâll be like today when you are there too.â
The two of you started catching up talking about what was new in your lives, what wasn't, and so on, until Carlos commented on Charles and Lou's relationship, saying that he really loves spending time with her and that he talks about her nonstop.
âShe loves spending time with him too, he is her soulmate Iâm sure.â You commented.
âAnd what about you? Is he your soulmate too?â Carlos asked catching you off guard.
Both you and Charles were close to Carlos and he pretty much knew everything about you and your relationship. He was also very angry with you when you broke up because he thought it was a bad decision and that you should have worked on your relationship and not give up on it so easily.
âI-I..â As you were trying to think of an answer to his question, at that very moment the screen of Charles's phone, which he had left on the table in front of you, lit up.
What caught your attention wasn't the notification he received, but your eyes got stuck on the wallpaper on his lock screen. It was a picture of you and Lou that Charles had taken shortly after you had given birth and came home from the hospital. You were lying on the bed and Lou was lying on your chest while you kissed her head.
It was a picture that was very dear to both you and Charles, and he had it as his wallpaper since the day he took it, and what surprised you the most was that he still had it to this day. Even though you were no longer together, he never changed it.
Carlos noticed what you were staring at and he basically took it as an answer to his question although he had already knew it.
âUncle Carloss!!â Lou screamed with her mouth full of pizza as Charles carried her in his arms over to the table where Carlos and you were sitting.
âHola, hermosa! Did you get hungry?â Carlos chuckled squeezing her cheek.
âOut of all the possible foods you can think of, my baby chose pizza.â Charles laughed sitting her down on the chair next to you.
You were completely lost in your thoughts and didn't even pay attention what the three of them were talking about. All you could think about was the picture you saw on Charles's phone and how you were getting closer to confessing your still deeply held feelings for him.
And of course today was just as Carlos said it would be. Not only did Charles beat Carlosâ ass on the track, but he also beat all the other drivers by proudly and deservedly taking P1. He couldn't let the win slip through his fingers in front of the two most important people in his life so he fought extra hard for it today.
When it was time to celebrate, your eyes filled with tears at how proud you were of him. First he celebrated with the team, then his eyes searched for you and Lou.
âYou wanna congratulate daddy, baby?â You asked her and she nodded excitedly.
You pushed your way towards Charles with her in your arms and when you reached him he instantly hugged her and kissed her on the forehead.
âGood job, daddy!â She said.
âThank you, baby. This one was for you.â He told her kissing her once again.
âCongratulations, Charles. Weâre really proud of you.â You say softly smiling at him tears threatening to run down your cheeks.
âThank you, y/n. Thank you for being here.â He said looking deep into your eyes.
The cameras went crazy over your family moment, closely capturing every interaction between you. It won't be until the next day when you see one of the taken photos of the two of you that it will become completely clear to you how your eyes are betraying you and showing how deeply and obviously in love you are with each other.
When the day was coming to an end, you didn't stay in the paddock any longer, but immediately got on the plane and flew to Monaco, all three of you together. Lou was completely exhausted and when you landed she was already asleep. Charles didn't offer but instead insisted on driving you to your apartment no matter how tired he was.
Charles, carefully so as not to wake her, carried her in his arms into her room and put her to bed. He kissed her goodnight before closing the door and going into the living room thinking he would say goodnight to you too.
âSheâs sleeping like a log.â Charles chuckles quietly as he stands in front of you.
âPoor thing, she was so tired. She passed out as soon as we sat in the plane.â
âBut I'm glad you came. Both of you. It really meant a lot to me to have you there.â
âIâm glad too. We had a lot of fun. Maybe we can come again sometime.â You say making him smile.
âAnytime you wantâ He says feeling that the conversation is slowly coming to an end. He wants to continue it so bad, but he knows that both of you are tired and with a heavy heart he has to leave, even though he would rather lie in bed with you now and hold you close to him all night.
âOkay, Iâm gonna go now. Itâs getting really late.â He says running his hand nervously through his hair while you bite the inside of your cheek so desperately wanting him to ask you if he can stay. âSee you soon, yeah? Good nightâ
Before he turns around to head for the door, you decide that enough is enough. There have been so many obvious signs by now that it's not over between you and that you're still madly in love with each other that you don't want to waste another second being stubborn, but rather surrender to the moment and finally enjoy it.
âOr you can stay the night here..you know..i-if you want toâ You blurt out stuttering the last part.
He turns slowly towards you. His expression is unreadable until he places his hands on your cheeks and asks you âDo you want me to stay?â
Without much hesitation, you nod your head and quietly say âI do.â
Initially, it was as if you were afraid to approach each other, as if you were afraid of each other's reaction even though both of you were hoping that the desire was mutual. Then his lips slowly and cautiously began coming closer and closer to yours.
At first, your lips just brushed, pulling back a little, and then they connected into a long, passionate and deep kiss that you both had been eagerly waiting for.
You felt like a huge weight had been lifted off your shoulders as you let out deep breaths in relief you didn't even know you were holding in.
Things were moving quickly and you didn't waste any time getting to your bedroom. You wrapped your legs around his waist as he picked you up and without breaking the kiss, carried you into the room and laid you down on the bed.
Exhaustion was long forgotten when you took each other's clothes off and started kissing every part of each otherâs body.
âI missed you, I missed you so much you donât even knowâ He said into the kiss, barely catching his breath from the intense excitement he felt.
âI missed you too, Charlesâ You half whisper as he pushes into you and one tear rolls down the side of your face.
It felt so good. He felt so good inside you, fit so perfectly like he was made for you. He wanted to make love to you, to show you how much he cares about you so he kept going on and on making your legs shake so many times throughout the night, kissing every inch of your body, pulling you closer to him to calm you down, breathing in your scent and getting lost in your eyes.
âIâm gonna cum, babyâ His voice trembled as he rested his forehead against yours and pulled his cock out of you cumming all over your stomach, hands free, then pushing himself back in and wincing.
You fell asleep with him holding you close all night. His arms were hugging you so tightly, as if he was afraid that if he let go even just for a second, he would wake up and it would all be just a dream.
The morning sun's rays didn't let you sleep past eight, so you spontaneously woke up together still in the same position you fell asleep in.
âGood morning ma cherieâ He said with a kiss to your lips.
âMorning babyâ You smiled caressing his cheek with your thumb. âDid you sleep well?â
âMhm, very wellâ He murmurs against your skin. âAnd you?â
âMe too. I haven't slept this peacefully in a long time.â
âYeah, baby?â
âYeahâ You glance at the clock out of the corner of your eye and see that it's almost time for Lou to wake up. âOh shit, Charles you need to leave, Lou is about to wake upâ You say nervously, which completely confuses Charles.
âWhat? What do you mean I need to leave? Why canât she know that Iâm here?â
âIt's not that she canât know itâs just that I want us to take it slow this time. I'm afraid of screwing this up because it feels so good and so right and I don't know if I could handle us hurting each other again.â You sigh as you explain your reasons to him. âAnd most of all, I don't want to break Lou's heart.â
He pauses for a moment to think about what you just said and realizes that it makes sense and that you're right. âOkay, baby. Donât worry weâll take things slow to make it right this time.â After all, he just wants to fulfill all your wishes and wants to make you happy with whatever you want. âSo when do I get to see you again?â He asks and you laugh at his silly question. âWhat?â He asks confused.
âIt's funny that you ask me that. You can see us whenever you want. It's just for a short time until we see how things develop and then of course we'll live together again.â
âI canât wait for that.â
Soon he got out of the bed and got dressed. He kissed you barely breaking away from you before heading out of the bedroom. The door to Lou's room was open and so he walked slowly on his tiptoes, not wanting to wake her up.
But he realized that was in vain when, passing by her room, he heard âDaddy?!â He stopped in his tracks, squeezing his eyes shut and cursing quietly under his breath.
Sheâd already seen him and he couldn't leave now or get out of the situation in any way, so he decided to go into her room and say good morning to her.
âHey, baby. Good morningâ
âWhat are you doing here?! Did you sleep here?!â She didn't know what to ask him first from how happy she was that it was morning and he was there.
When the two of them appeared at your bedroom door, it was clear to both you and Charles that from that moment on, you were all living together again.
âHi thereâ Charles said holding her in his arms and looking at you.
You didn't say anything, you just covered your face with your hands and started laughing before you uncovered the quilt and said "come here, both of you"
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sibling situation
simon 'ghost' riley
cw: smut & plot, mactavish!reader, size kink/difference, missionary sex, unprotected sex, marriage & babies (at the end), romance, simon's found family
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simon knew that johnny had a sister. you had been brought up in conversation tons of times. after the death of your parents, you and johnny were really all each other had. but johnny left for the military right before turning eighteen and you struggled to put yourself through university. it wasn't the easiest life and simon could understand, he had his own scars of his childhood.
"so, why are you dragging me out here again, johnny?"
"get ya out of that shoe box flat. got a little more leg room where i am."
johnny had driven the car all the way to edinburgh with a promise that a little time away would do wonders for the other man. simon had his ear talked off about how london was just too big, and while edinburgh was a city. it would be a break from the intense metropolitan of london. if need be the two of them and you could go on a getaway to the countryside.
"this better be good, johnny."
"ah, don't worry! i promise, you'll have the time of your life!" johnny reached over and slapped his friend on the back, "plus, you have to meet my sister."
the flat that you shared with johnny was well kept. of course it was, your brother was out most of the year with an automatic deposit for rent and when he was home, it was so ingrained with the military that things were kept tidy. and you on the other hand enjoyed tidiness as well.
even if cleaning the place in his absence felt a bit much sometimes, you still at least picked up your socks off the floor, put the clean dishes in the cupboard and washed out the carafe of the coffee maker. but you had worked over time to make sure everything was perfect, not for your brother (he could clean himself), but rather the mysterious guest that he was bringing.
you didn't want his lieutenant to think you lived like animals!
when the knock on the front door came, you happily welcomed them. your gaze was captured away from your grinning brother and rather the larger man beside him. he wore a black medical face mark, but you could see the tiredness in his eyes. the mop of blond hair and a slight scar over his eyebrow.
"oh, kid, this simon. simon riley, my lt." johnny smiled, patting his fellow solider on the arm.
you shot him a glance, "i'm almost thirty, johnny. i'm far from a kid." you were a bite fiery, simon liked that.
johnny beamed back at you, "but you'll always be my little sister. gotten into trouble while i was gone?"
you let both men in and replied, "well except for yelling at those stupid kids from the secondary school about smoking in front of my window. nothing else really happened."
johnny dropped his bags on the hardwood floor and kicked off his boots. he put them correctly by the door before he stretched his arms over his head, "where's that guy you were seein'. teddy or somethin'?"
simon stood a little straighter. of course you had a boyfriend, look at you!
you waved your hand, "oh, he's long gone. i guess cousin nikki's words are true." you looked at your brother, "never date a man in finance. turns out he had more than one bonnie in his pocket."
johnny dropped his shoulders and remarked, "never liked the guy anyway. seemed a little uptight, would never survive a gathering of the mactavish's." he laughed.
simon felt odd in the space. seeing the siblings interacting. he thought of his own brother for a moment. instead he just followed suit and took off his heavy boots as well.
you looked at simon, "i hope it's okay that you take the couch. this place is only two bedrooms. the couch." you gestured to it, "does pull out so hopefully you'll have enough room. but, if you don't, tomorrow my lovely brother can give up his room."
"my room!" johnny replied loudly, "i've still got sand in my crack for the mission and you're givin' my room!"
you shot your brother a glance which johnny coward from. no words had to be said. johnny knew that it would be the right thing to do. after all, simon was his guest.
the afternoon went by slowly, and you and johnny moved through the small kitchen like a team. johnny was good at dicing and you were good at keeping an eye on the sauteeing vegetables.
"simon." you said which made simon look up from his spot at the small dining table. your eyes met and you pushed some hair out of your face, "two things. one, there should be a headband on the table it's soft and used for make-up. i need to get this hair out of my eyes. secondly, johnny never said that you had any dietary issues. is there anything i should avoid? i just sort of got our normal grocery order."
simon perked a little bit more, "oh i don't have any allergies or anything, ma'am." he gave a small nod, "i could eat anythin'."
you nodded, "okay, excellent!"
the blond found in endearing. it was almost hypnotic watching you put together the vegetables with the hearty pasta sauce. you worked a stove top like no other. the only problem was that your brother kept getting in the way of his sight of you.
been a while since a woman cooked him a meal.
simon got up quickly and gave you the headband. it was soft and pink colour with two sewn on cat ears made of the same material. you put it on and simon's heart skipped a beat. you were just so beautiful.
dinner of pasta, toasted buns and salad were served with a bottle of grocery store wine. the three of you drank, ate and chatted. you and johnny had most of the conversation while simon enjoyed listening.
he figured out that he could listen to you talk forever.
"well, i'm tired." johnny said as he rubbed his eyes. he finished the rest of his wine before he got up. he patted you on the top of the head, "i'll do the dishes in the mornin'. thanks for dinner, kid."
you rolled your eyes, pouring yourself another glass, "i'm not a kid."
johnny chuckled then looked to simon, "she'll get ya comfortable for the evenin'. i'll see ya tomorrow." before his tired steps headed towards the bedroom. soon the door closed and the sound of his body hitting the bed could be softly heard.
you leaned back in the kitchen chair, one leg draped over the other with your arms crossed. you admitted, "it must be hard to date. finding someone who understands your world."
simon stretched out a little more in his chair. he eyed the empty wine glass in front of him, "i try not to think about it so hard."
"i've heard stories about you. the terrifying ghost. there one moment, gone the next." you then reached across the table to drag a finger down the inside of simon's wrist, "i wonder if i had you in my bed tonight, if you'd be gone by morning."
your admission made simon's dark eyes grow a little wider. he said, "well, i have nowhere else to go."
you smiled a little, "must be lonely. i know it's lonely for me. to feel close to someone."
simon asked, "do you want to sleep with me miss mactavish?"
you chuckled lowly, as to not awake your brother in his room. you leaned back a little once more and gazed at him. you were definitely johnny's brother. the look in your eye said it all. you tilted your head a little to the side and asked, "is it that obvious, mister riley?"
the sound of wooden chairs against the floor as the two of you made your way to the bedroom. you took simon by his tattooed wrist and got him into your room. the door was shut a little louder than you hoped. you turned on the light and simon was already working the belt of his jeans.
you were quick to get your t-shirt off and you saw simon's hungry gaze on you as you became free of your clothes. his eyes raked the exposed skin and thought you looked like a dream.
"like what you see, simon?"
he nodded, "more beautiful than the photos, ma'am."
you covered your mouth while you giggled, "no need for the formalities. if my brother is underranked by you, then i'm sure as hell as a civilian."
simon got a hold of your waist, "you deserve a little more respect than your brother." then pulled you in for a soft kiss. even with his scars that you had seen over dinner. you thought he was beautiful.
it made you warm all over as you pulled the dark t-shirt on his shoulders. he helped you get out of it. and your hands pressed against his chest. you admired the scars, the tattoos, the overall beauty of him.
"i wish my brother had said his lt was hot prior. i would've tried to get with you sooner."
simon picked you up by the waist, your legs wrapped around his waist as he brought you to the bed and sat you down. he then started to work at the button of your jeans. once they were off, he cupped the bulge in his pants.
you slipped out of your simple purple panties and the white bra you wore. you then laid out on your bed with your hands behind your head and you giggled softly.
simon was absolutely smitten by you. he had come to the conclusion that when they were talking about the beauties in scotland. they meant you. and only you. once you were both naked, he got onto the bed.
the bed was a bit smaller than he had hoped, but you two could fit into it thankfully. he was worried that his large, bulkier frame would inch you off of the mattress. but it was a lot easier when he got between your legs. his achy erection, bright red at the tip, begged for attention.
you swallowed a little, "i wonder if it'll fit."
"then you tell me if it does. got it? you mactavish's have a habit of not showing pain." simon gave you a pointed gaze.
you covered your face for a minute, "okay. talk about my brother ends here. i don't want to hear about him while you're balls deep inside of me."
simon chuckled lightly and leaned in for another kiss. he said softly, close to your lips, "if it's anything, love. you're much more a looker than he is."
you held onto his blond locks and pulled him in for a hot kiss. you made a small noise when he shifted your hips up against him. to get a better angle of his cock inside of you.
"simon."
he said softly, his voice still gravely, "beautiful, beautiful girl. i don't know what that last boyfriend of yours was thinkin'. why want another when he could have you. but, i guess that means more for me."
your cheeks grew hot and simon pressed his cock up against you wet slit. you felt your heartbeat race at the anticipation of what was to come. you tensed up at the feeling of his cock being pushed into it.
"i got ya, i got ya. you feel so good there, love."
you nodded, "it's been a while. sorry if i'm too.. tight."
simon loomed over you like a comforting shadow. he gazed down at you, but there was a softness to his tired eyes. you didn't realize how pretty his eyes were. a deep dark brown, that lured you in while in the soft lighting of your bedroom.
he started to move against you and you let out a small moan. the bed squeaked a little bit. thankfully the frame didn't hit the wall. you two had to be somewhat quiet. even if your brother could be heard snoring in the room next to yours.
the sex between you two was quick, but not rough. the idea of bruising such a beauty made simon feel disgusted. you were meant to be cherished. he wanted to know everything about you.
"you are quite handsome, simon."
"thank you, love." he said softly as he held onto your thighs and moved against you. even in missionary you looked beautiful. the slight bounce of your breasts in time with his movements. he wanted to kiss all your soft parts throughout his visit in your sweet home.
he could get used to a warm meal and a warm cunt to bury himself into every night. maybe johnny was right, staying with you was better than being in london.
maybe he could get used to scotland.
he knew he could fit easily into the chaos of the mactavish family. if he could handle johnny, then he could handle you. at least he could fuck one of you quiet.
you felt your heart hammering at the feeling of it all. your noises were so sweet that it made simon need to bury himself deeper inside of you. he needed to feel all you could offer.
call him a sick puppy, but his brain was now wired to need you. you were a hit of a feeling that simon was so painfully unfamiliar with that it almost scared him. but as he admired the sight of you under him.
those soft lips partially opened, your eyes closed. you looked like an angel, and he swore he found heaven.
"beautiful." he said softly, his rugged voice made you feel like honey. gooey and warm, filling.
you came with your hands in his shaggy blond hair. your back arched as you felt the heat through you. you moaned a little louder than you hoped for as he continued to thrust up into you.
panting breaths between heavy thrusts as you laid spread out on the bed, letting simon move quicken his pace to reach his climax. he could feel it on the tip of his tongue. and with a few more heavy thrusts, he finished inside of you. his cheeks flushed and his mouth hung open in a heavy pant.
"fuck, simon."
"beautiful." he said absently. not able to think of much else besides your beauty. you were the kind of woman that simon was into.
he pulled out of you and rested down beside you on bed. you chuckled softly, your head still a little full of post orgasmic bliss. you got the covers on top of you and cuddled him naked.
clothed would be a worry in the morning.
when morning came, simon tried to slink back to the couch before johnny woke up. but when he exited your room and entered the main living space. he found johnny sitting there at the kitchen table. he was leaned back into his seat. simon caught sight of the pistol on the worn wooden table.
"so, si." johnny said, looking away from his paper to look at his fellow solider, "what are yer intentions with my sister?"
it had been a very long time since simon felt the stone of dread in his stomach. he tried not to show it across his scarred face. simon could instantly recall every military statistic that johnny had. there could be a million and one ways that the scottish solider could kill simon. and it wasn't like simon could do anything, he couldn't kill your brother.
there was a brief moment of silence between the two of them. neither made a motion or noise. simon wondered what was to come next. no amount of training could've prepared him for this.
but johnny broke the silence with laughter, "i'm just messin' with ya! the gun's not even loaded. just wanted to scare ya." he leaned forward in his seat. he looked at simon, "i don't care how my sister sees, but i have to be a little bit intimidating, don't ya think so, si?"
simon chuckled nervously.
johnny's suddenly expression dropped and he put down his paper in favour of the unloaded pistol. he pointed the front of it to simon, one eye closed as if he was going to shoot the blond in front of him. he said, "but if you break her heart there, simon. i won't be so forgiving."
the doorway to your bedroom opened with a loud creak and your voice rang through the apartment the three of you were in, "I swear to god! john michael mactavish! you better not be intimidating him!"
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"you're seriously crying?" you asked your brother as you watched him gently take a hold of your newborn. your brother was a military man for christ's sake. he was weeping like a baby.
simon loomed over his colleague, protective over his newborn. his stern brown gaze read simply, "don't fuck it up, soap." he was ready to jump in if johnny fucked it up.
you were resting back in the hospital room, you just had your child with simon. you two had been married for a little over three years. it became habit for simon to come with johnny post-missions. the drive up to the city and you waiting for them.
a hug for your brother, a kiss for your lover.
now you were watching your brother cry at the sight of his nephew. the chubby little boy bundled up in a blanket. unaware of his weepy uncle. you looked at him with a slightyl stunned expression.
you probably cried less when you finally pushed him out. you didn't want to tell him the news because you thought he was going to cry more. while your son's first name was oliver, his middle name was john. after the crying mactavish in the hospital room.
"he really takes after us." john remarked when his cries died down.
you chuckled, "he sure does, johnny. now hand him over before you drop him." <3
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Fighting like vampires and dogs
Vampire x Fem!Reader x Werewolf
Bunniâs Monstertober Event
Oct 2nd
Oct 1
Oct 3
warnings: public sex, threesome, knotting, breeding, blood drinking, two ps in one v, possessive behavior
summary: Youâve been friends with the werewolf and vampire for a few years now, and theyâre both head over heels in love with you⌠but they hate each other! It takes them saving you from a common enemy to realize sharing is caringâŚ
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It wasnât uncommon for your two friends to bicker over who got to spend time with you, but it was unusual for them to get so violent.
âI told you, this week sheâs mine.â your werewolf friend sneered, bearing his canines as he stood on his haunches.
âAnd like Iâve said, I couldnât give less of a shit about what a filthy mutt has to say. This week, sheâs MINE!â your vampire friend retorted, hissing as his brown eyes turned red and his fangs extended, ready to sink into the wolfâs flesh.
âThatâs enough!â
You smacked them both over the head, huffing. âYou can both come with me to the club tonight! Itâll be fun, maybe youâll even bond together.â
It wasnât easy getting them to go out with you⌠ut the second you suggested going alone they were already picking out something to wear.
The two were protective, staying at your side and watching your short dress, making sure it didnât ride up. Anyone that dared to look at you were emt with menacing glares and flashes of sharp teethâŚ
Despite them hovering over you constantly, all it took was a slight bump from the other to set them off.
âFuck, donât touch me, mutt. Iâm only here for her, you should just leave.â
âOh really? Why donât I rip out your throat and show you how much a mutt I am?â
You attempted to stop them, but your pleas fell on deaf ears.
But after fighting for a bit, they were suddenly alerted to your cries for help. Even over the loud music and their own angry screams, they recognize recognize your scared voice.
âAngel?â
They made their way through the crowd, spotting you being cornered by a tall man. You were looking around frantically, relief spreading across your face when you spotted them.
Within seconds the man was torn away from you and stomped into the clubâs floor. You chose to ignore the bloody remains, instead stepping over him and into your friendsâ arms.
âThank youâŚâ
They realized then that no matter how much they hated each other, they loved you so much more. Your safety and happiness would always come firstâŚ
And thatâs why they both grew hard against you, their hands traveling to your hips and thighs.
Soon you were back on the dance floor, squished between your two friends as they kissed you. The vampire bit down on your neck, drinking your blood as the werewolf rubbed his fat cock against your wert panties.
âW-what if they notice?â
They both nuzzled against you, the vampire dry humping against your fat ass.
âThey wonât, the music is loud and everyone is focused on dancing.â
You yelped as your friendâs cock pushed into you, stretching out virgin hole. You were too wet to protest, knowing that after this night your relationship with your two best friends would be changed forever.
He tried his best not to knot you immediately. He had wanted this for so long, and all your werewolf friend wanted was to fill your belly was his cum and knock you up.
The vampire groaned, stroking his cock as he looked over your shoulder, watching the werewolfâs cock push in and out of you. Soon, you felt something else prodding at your hole, wanting access.
Two cocks were inside of you now, and you felt impossibly full. Maybe it was the blood loss, maybe it was love, but your heart was fluttering and so were your gummy walls.
You came around them, the werewolf quickly knotting you as they both came inside.
Both cocks were trapped inside of you, the vampire burying his face into your neck as his cock rubbed against the werewolfâs fat knot.
âMmph⌠happy to see my boys getting alongâŚâ
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BET | love and deepspace
⥠tags : underground boxer! sylus + reader â sylus isnât afraid of going all in when it comes to you.
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content warning : fem! reader uses she/her prns, mentions of blood & injuries, mentions of female anatomy as well as male anatomy, oral fem! receive, gentle to rough sex, pet names like bby, dove, kitten, honey, 5.0K WORD COUNT
you step into the dimly lit underground boxing gym, the air thick with the scent of sweat, cigarette smoke, and leather. itâs a seedy place, hidden in the heart of the cityâs most notorious neighborhood, where the law doesnât dare to tread. the crowd tonight is a mix of rough characters - bikers with gang patches on their jackets, local gangsters with glares and expensive watches, shady high-rollers in suits looking to place big bets on the illegal fights.
as you navigate through the throng of people, you spot him in the corner, preparing for his match. sylus - the man who happened to be your ex-boyfriend . . oh, and only the most feared bare-knuckled boxer in the underground circuit. he was a sight to behold, all rippling muscles and newfound tattoos, with messy silver hair that gleamed under the fluorescent lights. you watch as he methodically wraps his hands, his intense red eyes focused on the task.
your history with sylus is complicated, to say the least. you met him two years ago at a biker rally, drawn to his bad-boy charm and undeniable charisma. he swept you off your feet with his daredevil antics on his custom harley and his smooth talking ways. but sylusâs world was always filled with danger, violence, and illegal activities. as the leader of onychinus, the cityâs most notorious motorcycle club, he ran an empire built on illicit evol weapons, protocore deals, and underground fighting.
at first, the thrill of it all was intoxicating - the adrenaline rush of riding on the back of his bike, the wild parties at the onychinus clubhouse, watching him dominate in the ring. but as time went on, you grew tired of the constant chaos and the fear that one day, sylusâs risky lifestyle would catch up to him. you wanted stability, a future - things that sylus scoffed at. âi live in the moment, babe,â he would say with that infuriating smirk. âand right now, all i want is you.â
but it wasnât enough. six months ago, after a particularly brutal fight that left sylus battered and bleeding, you reached your breaking point. you told him you couldnât watch him destroy himself anymore, that you needed more than he could give you. sylus, stubborn and proud as ever, refused to change. âthis is who i am,â he growled. âso take it or leave it.â so you left, walking away from the man you loved, determined to build a life free from the violence and uncertainty.
now, seeing him again after all this time, you feel a mix of emotions stirring within you. anger, hurt, frustration . . . but also a undeniable pull of attraction and longing. as if sensing your presence, sylus glances up, his red eyes locking with yours. a slow, confident smirk spreads across his handsome face as he saunters over to you, the crowd parting before him.
âwell, well. look who it is,â he drawls, looking you up and down appreciatively. âdidnât expect to see you here tonight, [â
]. come to watch me dominate the ring as usual?â
you scoff and cross your arms, determined not to let him see how much his presence affects you. âiâm not here for you, sylus. iâm just here to collect on some bets.â
he chuckles, a deep, rich sound that sends shivers down your spine. âsure you are, sweetheart. keep telling yourself that.â
sylus takes a step closer, invading your personal space. he smells like musk and sandalwood, a scent that brings back memories of stolen moments and passionate nights. âi miss you, you know,â he murmurs, his voice low and intimate. âeverythingâs been so boring without you around to keep me on my toes.â
you try to stay strong, but you can feel your resolve wavering. damn him and his charm. âiâm not here to rehash the past, sylus. what do you want?â
his eyes glint with a challenge. âmake a bet with me - when i win the championship belt tonight, you give me another shot. a chance to prove that weâre meant to be together.â
you laugh in disbelief. âyou canât be serious. weâre done, sy. iâm not falling for your games again.â
âwho says itâs a game?â he counters, his expression turning serious. âi know i messed up, [â
]. i wasnât ready before, but i am now. i want you back in my life. i need you.â
you hesitate, torn between your lingering feelings and your better judgment. sylus is a force of nature, wild and untamed. being with him is like dancing on the edge of a razor - thrilling but dangerous. can you really risk your heart again?
âand what do i get if you lose?â you ask, buying yourself time to think.
sylus flashes you a cocky grin. âyou know i never lose, kitten. but if by some miracle i do . . iâll leave you alone. for good. unless you decide you canât resist me and come crawling back.â
you snort at his arrogance, even as a part of you wonders if he might be right. sylus has always had a hold on you, an undeniable magnetism that draws you in against your will, âfine,â you hear yourself saying, almost as if from a distance. âyouâve got a deal.â
his grin widens, triumphant. âget ready to come back to where you belong, [â
] - with me.â
the crowd starts to get louder, chanting and cheering as the lights flicker and dim. itâs almost time for the main event - sylusâs championship fight. he starts to walk towards the ring, but pauses and turns back to face you.
âwatch closely now, honey,â he says with a wink. âiâm about to show you what youâve been missing.â
with that, he strides away, his movements graceful and predatory. you watch him go, your heart pounding in your chest.
what had you gotten yourself into?
as the crowdâs chanting reaches a fevered pitch, sylus steps into the ring, the picture of coiled power and raw aggression. his opponent, a hulking brute known as âthe maulerâ, glares at him from across the mat, pounding his meaty fists together in a show of intimidation. but sylus just smirks, unfazed. heâs taken down bigger, badder fighters than this guy.
the referee calls them to the center, going over the rules - not that there are many in the underground circuit. âno biting, no eye gouging, fight ends with a knockout or tapout. keep it clean . . ish. touch gloves and come out swinging!â
sylus bumps his taped fists against the maulerâs, staring him down with those intense red eyes. then theyâre backing away, the air crackling with tension as the crowd falls silent in anticipation.
the bell sounds and the mauler charges forward with a roar, swinging wildly. but sylus is too quick, too skilled. he slips and weaves, dodging the heavy blows, letting his opponent overextend himself. sylus fires off a rapid jab - cross combo, snapping the maulerâs head back and drawing first blood from his nose.
the big man snarls and redoubles his efforts, trying to use his size to his advantage, to trap sylus against the ropes and pummel him. but sylus is like smoke, always just out of reach. he targets the maulerâs weak spots with surgical precision - a knife-hand to the solar plexus to crush his wind, a heel kick to the floating rib, an elbow smash to the jaw.
each blow lands with devastating impact, chipping away at the maulerâs formidable stamina and sending the crowd into a frenzy. they chant sylusâs name like a war cry, thrilling at the sight of the chiseled, tattooed demigod of the ring in his element.
you watch in breathless awe, pulse racing, body heating. damn him. heâs magnificent like this - a perfect fighting machine, all fluid grace and controlled violence. itâs enough to make you forget why you walked away, to let yourself imagine those powerful hands on your body once more . .
a pained grunt snaps you back to the moment as the mauler finally lands a solid hit, a haymaker to sylusâs ribs that sends him staggering. your heart leaps into your throat. but sylus just shakes it off with a feral grin, spitting blood and bouncing on his toes as he beckons for more.
they trade blows in a brutal, lightning-fast exchange, neither giving quarter. the mauler is flagging but still dangerous, pure grit keeping him on his feet. sylus bleeds from a cut over his eye but barely seems to feel it, an unholy light in his gaze as he scents victory.
he presses his advantage with a dizzying flurry of strikes, driving the mauler back . . back . . until heâs pinned against the turnbuckle. sylus hammers his torso without mercy - left hook to the liver, right uppercut to the chin, again, again. the maulerâs knees buckle and sylus steps back, letting him crumple to the canvas.
the crowd erupts as the ref counts it out. at âten,â sylus throws his hands up in triumph, basking in the adulation. his eyes find yours across the room and the heat in them makes your breath stop. in three long strides heâs out of the ring and hauling you into his arms, crushing his mouth to yours in a searing kiss.
for a moment, you forget where you are. forget the mob of rowdy spectators whistling and catcalling. forget every reason you swore you'd never let him back into your heart. all you know is the demanding press of his lips, the steel - cable strength of his blood-slicked body, the intoxicating rush of his victory and your surrender . . .
âlooks like i won our bet, babe,â he says smugly, smirking down at you. âhope youâre ready to pay up.â
you scowl, hating how easily he affected you. âone. drink. that was the deal.â
sylus touches his tongue to the seam of his split lip, gaze roving hungrily over you. âoh, iâm just getting started.â
he drags you through the throng of well-wishers and sycophants, his grip on your hand unbreakable. outside, the night air is cool against your overheated skin, charged with tension and the distant growl of engines.
sylus leads you to his pride and joy - that sleek demon of a harley crouched by the curb. the way he straddles the throbbing machine is blatantly sexual, all hard muscles and black leather. he jerks his head at the space behind him.
âcâmon - you know the drill, hop on.â
your hesitation lasts a mere heartbeat before you throw a leg over the bike and wrap your arms around his waist, molding yourself to his back. the rumble of the engine between your thighs and the furnace heat of his body shreds the last of your resistance.
your hesitation lasts a mere heartbeat before you throw a leg over the bike and wrap your arms around his waist, molding yourself to his back. the rumble of the engine between your thighs and the furnace heat of his body shreds the last of your resistance.
then, sylus kicks off and youâre flying, the city lights a neon blur as he opens the throttle. your pulse pounds in time with the roar of the pipes, excitement and desire a heady drug in your veins. by the time he screeches to a stop outside a dingy saloon on the outskirts of town, youâre dizzy with need.
inside, the bar is a den of sin and swagger, all scuffed leather and polished chrome and clinking bottles. eyes follow sylus with a mix of fear and reverence as he stalks to a booth in the back, one possessive hand at the small of your back.
he orders a whiskey, neat, and your favorite poison, not bothering to ask what you want. at your raised eyebrow, he shrugs.
âi remember.â
two words. but the weight of history and unspoken emotion behind them squeezes your heart. your fingers tremble slightly as you raise your glass in a mock toast.
âto your victory. and my reckless wager.â
sylusâ gaze is molten as he clinks his tumbler against yours, gaze holding you captive over the rim as he tosses back the smooth liquid. the slight burn of the alcohol is nothing compared to the smolder of his stare.
âwhat are we doing, sy?â you ask into the charged quiet, liquid courage loosening your tongue. âwhy now, after all this time?â
a muscle ticks in his jaw. he looks down, spinning his empty glass, broad shoulders rigid with tension.
âi fucked up.â
his voice is low, raw with a vulnerability you've never heard from him. your breath snags.
âi thought i needed the rush, the rep, the respect. and yeah, maybe i did, for a while. but none of it meant shit without you.â slowly, giving you every chance to pull away, he reaches for your hand â lacing his scarred, tape-wrapped fingers with yours, âi was a coward. i pushed you away because i was scared shitless of how bad i wanted you - needed you. needed your strength, your goodness. you made me want to be better. and it truly fucking terrified me.â
his grip tightens, almost painfully. anchoring you to him.
âlosing you . . it broke me, [â
]. made me realize that the only thing iâm actually afraid of is living without you.â
sylus swallows hard, his throat working. when he looks up at you, his eyes are blazing with fierce intent.
âi know i donât deserve another shot. i know i need to earn back your trust. but i swear to whoever may hold my fate, if you give me a chance, i will spend every waking day proving that youâre my whole damn world.â
your heart is a wild bird in your chest, frantic and yearning. you search his face, finding only sincerity and aching tenderness beneath the bruises and blood.
âi never stopped loving you,â you confess, voice breaking. âno matter how hard i tried to hate you . . i couldnât let you go.â
sylus makes a rough sound, halfway between a growl and a groan. then heâs kissing you, deep and urgent and saying everything he can't put into words. you fall into him, all hunger and desperation, the levee finally breaking on the flood of your need.
âtake me home,â you gasp into his mouth, fingers curling in the sweat-damp silk of his hair.
âi thought youâd never ask, dove.â
the anticipation is a living thing as sylus speeds through the lamp-lit streets, the throaty growl of his harley between your thighs a heady reminder of the man commanding the machine. by the time he pulls into the cavernous garage beneath his loft, your body is humming, every nerve ending alight with need.
sylus is on you the moment you dismount, crowding you back against the rough brick wall, his large frame enveloping yours. his kiss is searing, possession and passion, strong hands gripping your hips as he grinds into you. you moan into his mouth, fingers scrabbling for purchase on his leather-clad shoulders, craving more.
âbeen dreaming about this,â he rasps against your lips, his voice like gravel and whiskey, igniting heat in your veins. âhaving you back in my arms, in my bed. fuck, [â
], need you so bad it's like a sickness.â
âthen take me,â you breathe, emboldened by the blatant hunger shining in those crimson eyes. âiâm here, sylus. iâm yours.â
something animalistic unfurls behind his gaze, a primal sort of satisfaction that has you clenching with want. in a burst of movement, he hoists you up, your legs instinctively wrapping around his lean hips as he strides purposefully to the industrial elevator that will carry you to his domain.
the short ride up is a haze of frantic kisses and roving hands, two yearsâ worth of pent-up longing seeking outlet. by the time sylus kicks open the door to his loft, youâre both panting, clothes askew and lips kiss-bruised. he carries you straight to the bedroom, a cavern of shadows and silver moonlight spilling across rumpled black silk sheets. when he lays you down in the center of that decadent expanse, the reverence in his touch steals your breath. his battle-scarred fingers shake slightly as they skim over your curves, learning you anew.
âso fucking beautiful,â he murmurs, crimson gaze tracking hungrily over your body like he's committing every detail to memory. âcanât believe i almost lost this . . lost you . .â
ânever,â you whisper fiercely, reaching up to cup his angular jaw. âiâm here, sylus. right where i belong. and iâm not going anywhere.â
he turns his head to press a fervent kiss to your palm, the heat of his breath making you shiver as his lips graze your fingers â and ever so gently, he bites. then slowly, deliberately, he divests you of your clothes, unwrapping you like a gift. you echo his actions, baring him inch by glorious inch to your avid gaze.
sylusâs body is a work of art, all chiseled muscle and inked skin, a roadmap of violence and survival. you take your time tracing the ridges and hollows, the scars and scrolling tattoos, familiarizing yourself with this new landscape of him. he shudders beneath your questing touch, eyes fluttering shut, a low rumble building in his chest.
â[â
],â he grits out, and fuck, how youâve missed the way he says your name, guttural and raw, like a prayer and a plea. âplease, baby . . need to taste you.â
âyes,â you hiss, already aching, empty. âplease, sylus.â
granted, he descends on you like a man starved, that talented mouth charting a path of fire over your sensitized flesh. he maps every curve and valley with lips and teeth and tongue, each nip and suck and lap stoking the inferno building in your core.
when he finally settles between your trembling thighs, the first bold stroke of his tongue punches the air from your lungs, your spine arching involuntarily. he groans in appreciation, strong hands splaying your thighs wider, opening you fully to his voracious appetite.
âfuck, i missed this,â he rasps against your slick folds, the vibration of his words making you keen. âmissed the way you taste, the sounds you make when i devour this sweet cunt. could feast on you for hours, little one . .â
you whimper breathlessly, one hand fisting in the sheets, the other tangling in his silver hair, holding him to you. sylus takes the encouragement for what it is, sealing his mouth over your aching flesh and suckling greedily. stars erupt in your eyes, pleasure rioting through your veins as he works you ruthlessly, adding clever fingers to his oral assault. he curls them just right, rubbing that secret spot that has you seeing god, all while his wicked tongue paints obscene promises on your clit.
âs-sy, fuck!â you wail, back bowing, thighs clamping around his ears as he drives you higher and higher. âoh god, yes, just like that! donât stop, please, iâm gonnaâ cum . . fuck, baby-â
he doubles his efforts, a man possessed, growling his own pleasure into your core. âthatâs it, my love,â he urges gutturally between long, lewd licks. âgo ahead and give it to me, wannaâ feel you drench my face, want you gushing on my tongue . .â
his filthy encouragement hurls you over the edge with a strangled scream, release slamming into you like a freight train. you shatter spectacularly, pulsing and clenching around his thrusting fingers, slick gushing into his eager mouth as he works you through the most intense orgasm of your life.
when you finally drift back down to earth, aftershocks still rippling through you, sylus is grinning up at you wolfishly from between your thighs, his beard glistening obscenely with your essence. âfucking incredible,â he rumbles, pressing a soft kiss to your still-twitching center. âcould watch you fall apart on my tongue forever and never get tired of it.â
âget up here,â you demand breathlessly, tugging him to you. he comes willingly, settling his considerable bulk over you, caging you beneath miles of warm, hard muscle.
you claim his mouth in a filthy kiss, moaning at the taste of yourself on his lips and tongue. he responds with matching hunger, hips rocking into the cradle of your thighs, the thick ridge of his erection a brand against your sensitive flesh.
âplease,â you whimper into his mouth, nipping at his bottom lip. âneed you inside me, sylus. been too long, i want it . .â
âfuck,â he snarls, the words seeming to snap his restraint. âfar too long, honey. be patient, you know i will.â slowly, giving you time to adjust, he notches himself at your entrance and pushes forward, gasping harshly at the tight, wet heat of you enveloping him. âgoddamn,â he grits out through clenched teeth, forehead pressed to yours. âsilly me. i almost forgot how fucking perfect you feel. like coming home.â
âyes,â you moan, reveling in the familiar stretch and burn of his thick length entering your body. âmissed this so much . . missed you . . love you, sylus, so fucking much.â
âi love you too,â he rasps, pulling nearly all the way out before surging back in, starting a deep, rolling rhythm that has your toes curling. âi never stopped, never will. youâre only for me, [â
]. only me.â
you lose yourselves to the timeless dance, bodies moving in perfect synchronicity, rediscovering every perfect angle and hidden sweet spot. sylus takes his time, building you back up with long, measured strokes, whispering words of worship into your skin, branding you with his love.
âso good,â he groans, hitching your leg higher on his hip, sinking impossibly deeper. âcould stay buried in this tight little pussy forever. never wanna leave.â
âdonât.â you gasp, fingers clawing at his flexing back, desperate for more. âstay â harder, sylus, fuck me harder. wannaâ be able to feel it tomorrow.â
with a low, approving growl, sylus complies, snapping his hips faster, driving into your yielding body with the piston precision of the machine he rides. the wet, obscene slap of flesh fills the room, punctuated by your escalating moans and cries.
âiâm not gonna last,â he warns, rhythm faltering. âtoo good, too fucking good. tell me youâre close, baby . .â
âs-so close,â you pant, the coil in your belly wound to the breaking point. âjust a little more - fuck, right there, sy . . o-oh my ââ
sylus hammers into you, grunting with the effort, sweat sheening his skin. he wedges a hand between your straining bodies, finding your swollen clit and rubbing tight circles. âcum on my cock,â he demands, voice strained. âlet me feel that pussy grip me, milk me . .â his words are your undoing, hurling you into oblivion with a keening wail. your inner muscles seize around him, rippling and fluttering, trying to pull him deeper as you drench his driving length in release.
âfuck, yes!â sylus roars, pistoning wildly, chasing his own end. âgonnaâ - ah, shit, kitty, iâm cumming!â his climax overtakes him with a force that borders on violence, his cock jerking and pulsing as he spills himself deep in your still-spasming core, painting your inner walls with thick ropes of his seed. you mewl weakly in blissed-out overstimulation, aftershocks rolling through you as he fills you to the brim.
finally spent, sylus collapses onto you, taking care not to crush you with his bulk. you cuddle as sweat and other fluids cool on your skin, hearts gradually slowing in tandem. heâs still stuffed deep inside you and you clench involuntarily around his now-softening length, loving the way he groans, overused nerves sparking. âkeep that up and weâll be going again real soon,â he warns playfully, nuzzling into your neck.
you huff a laugh, carding your fingers through his damp hair. âyeah, yeah,â you tease. âweâve got time now, sylus. all the time in the world. iâm not going anywhere.â
he raises his head to look at you, crimson eyes soft and full of wonder. âdamn right youâre not,â he rumbles, pressing a tender kiss to your lips. âiâm never letting you out of my sight again. youâre stuck with me now, sweetheart.â
âeh, could be worse,â you quip, grinning up at him. âi think i can handle being stuck with you. itâs only forever, after all.â
âforever,â sylus echoes solemnly, like an oath. âi like the sound of that. you and me. binded as one.â
â . . . and loving each other stupid every chance we get,â you finish impishly, wiggling your eyebrows.
he barks a laugh, the joyful, uninhibited sound making your heart soar. âoh, that is definitely part of the plan,â he assures you, a wicked gleam in his eye. âgottaâ make up for lost time, donât we?â
âmmhm, that we do,â you agree readily, warmth suffusing you. âbetter get started on that. foreverâs not getting any longer.â
âas my lady commands,â sylus murmurs, capturing your mouth again as he begins to stir inside you once more.
and as passion ignites anew, the promise of countless tomorrows enfolding you like a benediction, you know this is just the beginning of the ups and downs.
because this love, tempered by loss and longing, by time and truth . . itâs unbreakable. a bond that even the harshest trials will only serve to strengthen.
and with sylus by your side, his heart in your keeping as surely as yours rests in his scarred and steady hands . .
. . you know you can weather any storm.
forever, and then some.
â
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mint chocolate rewards [s.h.] 18+
an: hiii i kept getting stuck with this one but am pretty happy with how it turned out!! as much as i love pathetic steve i also looooove cocky steve. hope you enjoy!! feel free to send requests/suggestions or just chat with me :) -m
summary: youâre tutoring steve (thereâs not a lot of learning going on) and heâs a smug asshole sometimes. (ft. ice cream, trains, and karaoke)
modern!steve x fem!readerÂ
warnings: use of y/n, cursing, angst (steve is a little bit of a an asshole), kissing, a tiny bit of phone teasing, dirty talk, fingering, edging, p in v, smidge of daddy kink (used like once or twice and itâs steve referring to himself)Â 18+ MDNI!!!!!!
wc:Â 19.3k (oh im a yapper)
masterlist here!!
College has been a fresh start for you, moving away from your small, stuffy town and basking in the change of scenery and people that a new city brought you.Â
Boston was busy most of the time, a Friday or Saturday night in downtown made the city feel alive, electrifiedâbut unlike New York, this city did sleep. Once the hustle and bustle of cars and trains stopped, the city shutdown for the night and the streets were quiet and still. Well in some places.Â
It was your third year at Boston University and youâd developed a fondness for the city around you. It was a city of passion and that extended to food, history, and especially sports. A passionate place with the people to match it.Â
With this new school and new city, youâd also found some new friends. Robin and Eddie, the three of you had found each other during the first week of freshman year and it had kind of just been that way ever since. Youâd like to say you were Robin's best friend, but you knew that title was reserved for someone else.Â
You didnât know Steve Harrington, but you certainly knew of him. Hushed whispers and tired rumors always swirled through the air when Steve was aroundâand even when he wasnât.Â
Despite the reputation he seemed to have, you wondered if there was really any truth to it. Sure, he seemed charismatic and a little full of himself. Yes, he wore a smug smirk that you thought could bewitch just about anyone. But, when you sat on the sidelines and observed him, you noticed the way he tried to make everyone laugh. Youâd seen firsthand how he took the time to talk to everyone around him and make sure they felt included in whatever the group was up to. You saw how he treated Robin, and cared for her. And plus, he couldnât be that bad if she thought so highly of him, if she loved him so much.
So maybe you did know him, at least a little bit.Â
But in reality you were a fairly optimistic person, so you kept your theories about Steve to yourself. You tended to look for the good in people, even when there wasnât much to look at. A glass half full kind of gal. Which is why when you hear about the ladies man, the stereotypical asshole that is Steve Harrington, you keep your mouth shut and donât add to the conversation at all.Â
Even with Steve being Robinâs best friend, the two of you hardly ever overlapped. Youâd see him in passing or heâd be coming to see Robin while you were leaving, but that was it. You werenât sure why this was how it was, especially with how much she yapped about him. But really you think that Steve has his group of people and Robin has hers. The time they spent together was their own and you didnât have any issues with that.Â
And so when your professor pulls you aside after algebra ll, you realize your overlap with Steve Harrington just increased tenfold.Â
âSteve is asking for some outside help and we talked about it and decided the group sessions that I do probably arenât going to be a good fit. I know youâve picked up some one on one sessions in the past and made you my first stop.âÂ
Although you donât want to admit it, your heart beats a little faster at the thought of spending one on one time with Steve. Youâre not sure if itâs excitement or dreadâmaybe a mix of both.Â
âI, uh, I can do that. Heâs serious about this right? I donât want to waste my time if heâs not really wanting to learn something.â Okay, so maybe youâd let some of the rumors about him wiggle their way into your brain, but you couldnât help it!Â
âHe is. From what Iâve seen he takes his classes seriously, despite what others say about him. I donât think heâd ask for help just to make a joke out of it.â
She had a point, why would he go out of his way to seek tutoring if he wasnât serious about it? And if someone needed some help and you could do it, you were going to.Â
âAlright, Iâm in. You can give him my number and Iâll see about setting something up.âÂ
âââ-
Your phone buzzing beside you while you laid in bed that night wasnât out of the ordinary but it was strange when you looked and didnât recognize the number on your screen. Until you remembered the conversation youâd had with Professor Benson that morning. And until you scrolled through the messages and saw his name.Â
Unknown: Hi! I heard you agreed to be my tutor! Professor B didnât tell me your name but thank you!Â
Unknown: You are a lifesaver.Â
Unknown: Oh shit this is Steve Harrington by the way. I forgot to mention that.Â
Phone still clutched tightly in your hand, you cursed yourself for feeling nervous. He was being perfectly polite, cute even, and here you were with sweaty palms at the thought of texting him back. But you had to. You agreed to this and you wouldnât go back on your word over some jitters.Â
It only took you writing and rewriting the message about twenty times before you came up with something simple that didnât make you cringe.Â
Y/n: Hi, Steve! Youâre welcome, I hope I can be of some help to you. Iâm y/n, by the way. Did you have a certain time or place you wanted to meet up for your first session? Iâm free most days after 6.Â
Steve: Y/n? As in the person Robin has replaced me with? What a small world.Â
Y/n: Funny. I donât think anyone could replace your spot in Robinâs life, but yes thatâs me.
A small smile worked its way on your lips as you went back and forth with him, some of the nerves slipping away.Â
Steve: Well lucky me, Iâll finally get to spend some time with the girl Iâve heard so much about. But as for the first session, what about the library at 7 tomorrow? The tables in the back?Â
You tried not to let the first part of his text affect you so much, but it did. If you were being honest, you didnât think he even knew about you at all, so the thought that he had was making your pulse speed up.Â
Y/n: Sounds perfect. Iâll see you then!Â
Y/n: Oh and Iâve heard plenty about you too, all good things.Â
Steve: Letâs hope I live up to my name then. See you tomorrow.Â
âââ
Steve was living up to his name, but not the one Robin had given him.Â
The day had passed quickly and before you knew it you were here about twenty minutes early with math textbooks and notes surrounding you. Now you wouldnât fault Steve for not being early, that wouldnât be fair, but you would fault him for being an hour late.Â
Well technically he still hadnât shown up.Â
Ten or fifteen minutes, even half an hour you could brush off. Things happen, you get that. But you had no text, no call, no anything and you felt a steady stream of irritation flowing through you. Your texts had gone unanswered and while the rational part of you was concerned that something had happened, more than anything you were frustrated.Â
You texted Robin to see if she knew anything about what was going on and she didnât. If he wasnât here by 8:45 you were leaving. That was more than fair and you cursed yourself for even giving him that much leeway. But really you hoped he didnât show at all because now you were tired and pissed and certainly not in the mood to hear his excuses let alone tutor him. The thought of even speaking about math right now made you want to cry!Â
It was a surprise your pencil didn't snap from how tight you were gripping it in your hand, your jaw clenched and the beginning of a headache pulsing behind your eyes. Youâd try one more time, send one more text before you were done.Â
Y/n: Can you at least let me know youâre alive?
That was fifteen minutes ago and still nothing. Looking down at your phone you see itâs now 8:50 and you push your chair back with a huff, standing up to stuff everything back into your bag, shoulders aching before you even add on the extra weight.Â
Itâs when youâre sliding in your laptop that you hear it. Panicked footsteps are hurrying toward you and you donât even have to look up to know who it is. Any exhaustion you had is wiped away and replaced with red hot anger, the tips of your ears burning as you try to remind yourself to breathe.Â
âFuck, Iâm here! Shit, Iâm sorry but Iâm here.â
You ignore him, itâs all you can do right now and honestly you think itâs best for both of you that you donât speak. Youâd been up since 5 am and that wasnât his fault, but it definitely was his fault that he was showing up 2 hours late and keeping you up when you didnât have to be.Â
Zipping up your bag and grabbing your keys off the table you turn, brushing past him without so much as a glance before youâre heading to the doors of the library. Maybe youâre being a little dramatic but you donât care. You hear him behind you, cursing under his breath and trying to quietly call your name but you keep going. Past the doors and down the sidewalk and straight ahead with a frown on your face.Â
A hand on your arm stops you and you realize you manage to keep a few feet ahead of him for about four blocks. You donât turn to him, donât give any acknowledgment of his presence besides the pause of your feet.Â
âIâm sorry I was a little lateââ
That gets your attention and itâs enough to break the little silent treatment youâve had going. Itâs enough to have you pulling your arm away from his hand despite the warmth it provided as you turn to finally face him.Â
âA little? Try two hours, Steve.âÂ
His nose scrunches and he looks away. You can see the embarrassment in his pinched brows and pouty lips but it does little to dull the frustration thatâs been building inside of you since the half hour mark.Â
But heâs standing in front of you for the first time and while heâs spewing sorryâs youâre taking him in. His hair is disheveled and his lips are a little swollen, like he or someone else has been biting on them. Heâs wearing a lilac t-shirt that looks a little too good on him and jeans that hug him in all the right places.Â
âShit, Iâm sorry. Time got away from me and I didnât realize until I was leaving her house that it was so late! I thought Iâd given us plenty of time but I guess IâŚI fucked up.âÂ
You donât hear much after âleaving her houseâ, a new wave of anger washing over you and you have to fist your hands at your side to keep from knocking in his pretty white teeth.Â
âWas everyone okay?â Your voice is calm and quiet, a little sprig of hope inside that maybe someone needed his help, something had happened and it was an emergency. You hated yourself a little bit for hoping for something like when in reality you knew the truth. Heâd been too busy with a girl to remember you.Â
And yes you realize it wasnât so much you specifically as it was your tutoring session, but that didnât make it sting any less. You were a girl, a girl who blushed around cute guys and who wanted to hold hands and kiss and go on dates. And so what if it hurt your feelings a little bit that Steve had forgotten you? You could get over that. But what you wouldnât get over, at least tonight, was that heâd taken advantage of someone wanting to help him and wasted your time.Â
âOh, yeah, everyoneâs okay. It was more like aâŚa date, I guess.âÂ
âRight. And your phone stopped working?âÂ
He scratched at the back of his neck with a sheepish look on his face, âI didnât hear it go off and when I saw all your texts I was already almost here so I just didnât respond.â Well at least heâs honest.Â
âOkay. Maybe you should try out a group session with Professor B before you rule it out completely, you might do well with it.âÂ
He pulled back, eyes wide and a look of surprise written across features. You get the feeling heâs not used to being told no, even indirectly. âWhat does that mean?âÂ
âIt means that itâs not fair to me to waste my time. I agreed to this because I wanted to help you but if you couldnât be bothered to show up on time or even call me to let me know you couldnât make it, it doesnât really give me hope that this will be beneficial for either of us.âÂ
His face hardens the slightest bit and despite the pull you have to be a people pleaser, to say sorry and that itâs okay, you hold strong and straighten your shoulders as he stares down at you.Â
âSo thatâs it? One strike and Iâm out?â Thereâs almost a scoff when he says it, like he canât believe you and it only adds fuel to the fire burning in your chest.Â
âWell you havenât exactly made a great first impression. If a date is more important than math, thatâs fine. I really donât care. But I wonât clear my nights and sit in libraries alone for someone that doesnât take this seriously.â You watch him take in your words, furrow between his brows getting deeper the more you talk and you just keep going. âAnd for the record, I donât owe you more than one shot. Whatâs the point of this if youâll just strike out?âÂ
âI donât strike out.âÂ
A laugh of disbelief flies out of you, hands going up like your surrendering, âReally? Thatâs all you got out of what I just said?â He shrugged at you and despite his pretty face you felt nothing but contempt for him right now.Â
âIt was a mistake. I lost track of time. If you think youâre too good to give me a shot to prove that I care, then whatever.âÂ
âYouâre an asshole! Donât try to-to manipulate me into feeling bad about you doing something shitty. Me setting a boundary with you does not mean I think Iâm too good, it means I know my time is worth something and I donât have to put up with bullshit from people, especially someone I donât even know!â You can see the regret on his face, the way his features soften and his shoulders slump. âMaybe next time set an alarm or donât schedule a date on the same day as tutoring. Or maybe let someone know you wonât make it before they sit there waiting for 2 hours to help you out. And maybe if you donât do any of that, show up and donât be an asshole when theyâre upset about it. Maybe learn that youâre not entitled to peopleâs time and effort just because you think you deserve it.âÂ
Finished with your little rant you take a breath, hoping he doesnât lash out at you because you feel your courage waning and you just want to go home and sleep.Â
But all he does is nod at you with dim eyes before heâs turning on his heel and walking in the other direction before you can say anything else. Not that you would, you think youâd gotten it all out when you were standing in the middle of an almost empty street scolding him like a toddler.Â
Maybe youâd been wrong in your theories about Steve Harrington. Or maybe you just didnât fall into the group of people that got to see a different side of him.Â
ââââ-
Steve felt like shit.Â
Heâd lost the nerve to say anything when you tore into him like you did, and he deserved it. It was an asshole move to be 2 fucking hours late and then get upset at you being upset with him. And all for what? A girl he barely knew, who didnât even like him and called him once every few weeks when she was bored? To be fair he didnât really like her either, so that made him only feel more shitty.Â
Youâd told him off, which didnât happen often and regardless of how pissed off or embarrassed heâd been, it was hard to stay upset when he noticed the cute little twitch your nose would do when you yelled at him.Â
And he felt bad because you were Robinâs friend, one of her best friends! Heâd been hearing about you for what seemed like forever and now that he was actually going to spend some time with you, heâd blown it. He knew you were a sweetheart, quiet most of the time and always willing to do anything for others. It had been a low blow trying to make you feel bad, he knew that. But he really needed your help here and was willing to do anything to get it. Even if it meant guilting you into it, I guess.Â
He was well aware of his reputation around campus, grade A asshole with girls hanging off his arms every weekend. Hell, he played into it most of the time. It was easier to just play into what people expected sometimes, even if that meant being a dick.Â
And okay, maybe he was guilty of being kind of cocky sometimes. He could be a little smug but he never meant to come off like too much of a prick. He liked to think it was charming sometimes.Â
But right now he was worried about passing algebra and making things right with you. Robin would kill him if he didnât, and he owed it to you to at least try to be decent.Â
Thatâs how he finds himself here, standing in front of you and Eddie where youâre perched in the shade under a big tree in the center of campus. Before last night heâs never said more than a hello to you and he doesnât think heâs ever even been this close to Eddie.Â
He watches the two of you, the way you lean into Eddie as he walks closer and the way Eddie narrows his eyes like a guard dog whoâll bite if he gets too close. He feels a twinge of something deep in his stomach watching you cling to Eddie and maybe itâs because youâre so pretty or maybe itâs because Robin has built you up in his head to be this angel that heâs kind of enamored with.Â
âCan I talk to you?â Heâs wearing sunglasses so you canât see the way his eyes dart around your face and settle on the small pout you're wearing on your glossy, peach colored lips.Â
âYou didnât have much to say last night, nothing good at least.â You had one hell of a backbone, heâd give you that. From what heâd heard from Robin you tended to try your best to appease the people around you so a little spark shot up his spine at the thought of you not backing down to him.Â
He didnât miss the way Eddie smirked, looking between your stern eyes and the pleading puppy dog look Steve was wearing. He nudged your shoulder to grab your attention, âOh hear him out, yeah? It wonât hurt anything.â Steve gave Eddie a quick, grateful nod and turned back just in time to see you rolling your eyes at the both of them.Â
â5 minutes, Harrington.âÂ
Eddie got up, gesturing for Steve to take his place as he grabbed his stuff and sent a reassuring wink your way. Steve thinks with all the friends he has, he doesnât have any besides Robin that really count. Maybe if he quit being an ass, you and Eddie would be his friends too.Â
âFirst I wanna apologize for being late, and for not calling or texting to let you know. I do care about school and I appreciate you taking the time to try and help me. Iâm sorry I took that for granted.â He watches your lips part in what could either be shock or surprise and the small nod you give makes him keep going. âAnd Iâm really sorry for the shitty stuff I said. It was a dick move trying to make you feel guilty when you didnât do anything wrong. Iâm lucky you even agreed to help me in the first place, sânot your job. I guess Iâm justâŚused to getting my way. It sounds shitty to say it out loud but I guess we both know itâs true. I realize you donât owe me anything and I havenât done anything to earn a second chance, so Iâm sorry. Iâm gonna try out a group session and see how that goes, I think. But uh, yeah, Iâm sorry.âÂ
âIâm not going to apologize for anything.â Well, he has to admit that is not what he expected to come out of your mouth. Your shoulders had softened the slightest bit but your eyes were still weary of him.Â
âI donât expect you to, you did nothing wrong. I deserved you telling me off. Hell, I probably needed it. I just wanted you to know I was sorry, you deserved to hear it.âÂ
When you donât say anything for a few minutes he takes that as his sign to leave, pushing himself off the ground beside you and dusting off his pants before you stop him with a sigh of his name.Â
âThank youâfor the apology. I can tell you mean it and thatâs all I wanted. It sounds like you actually heard what I was saying andâŚand if you want a second shot, youâve earned one.âÂ
âReally?â He smiled wide at you, hand grabbing yours that youâd held out and he lifted you up with ease. You nodded at him and he felt relief all over. He didnât realize he still had your hand in his until you gave him a squeeze and he dropped it, shrugging shyly.Â
âTwo strikes and you are out, Steve. Donât make me regret this.âÂ
He couldnât help the cocky smirk he flashed, hands going to his hips, staring down and not missing the way your throat bobbed at how close he was.Â
âI told you I don't strike out, didnât I?â
âââââ
You were very pleasantly surprised by Steveâs apology, kind of shocked by it too. You hadnât expected much to come out of your little rant, let alone him seeming so genuinely sorry about what had happened. And he seemed to understand what you said, he let it soak in and took accountability for it.Â
When he was standing there so sincere and upset, you couldnât help but to offer him another chance. This was the Steve you thought youâd seen, kind and attentive. You were happy you werenât totally wrong about him.Â
But one thing you did realize was that Steve Harrington was a pest. He got under your skin in the best way possible and lit you on fire in a way that nobody ever had. Itâs like he lit a spark in you and you loved every second, even if you pretended like he got on your nerves.Â
In the last two weeks you and Steve had gotten together about 4 times, and it was going well! Youâd realized within one session with him that he just needed some one on one time with the material. He grasps the concepts much easier when he has someone to walk him through a few problems at his own pace.Â
And heâd been on time to every single one, even early to a couple. Today he even showed up before you, the little eager student that he was.Â
You noticed the more time you spent together over the last two weeks and the more comfortable Steve became, the more he liked to tease you and watch you flush red under his stare.Â
Like now youâre sitting beside himâyou had sat down across from him but he pouted like a child and said it would be easier if you were closerâand heâs complaining about the quadratic formula for the millionth time.Â
âWeâre almost done, Steve. Two more problems and youâre free to go.âÂ
âI think I should get a reward for all this.â He would probably stomp his foot at you if he was standing up and you canât help but huff a small laugh at the little frown heâs wearing, chin in his hand and shoulders slumped in annoyance.Â
âYou do. Youâll pass the class.â
Heâs not amused by this, rolling his eyes and pinching the bare skin of your thigh where your shorts have moved from you shifting in your chair. You watch the spot turn pink and his touch, even something so quick and simple, has you buzzing.Â
âLame. I was thinking more of a kiss, let me have a quick taste of those pretty lips.â No matter how many times he mentions your mouth or howâd you taste it never fails to thrill you, your face heating and your eyes darting everywhere but his.Â
Itâs even worse when you watch the way he watches you, leaned back in his chair with his thighs spread and a smug look on his face. Heâll flash his teeth at you in a smile and send a quick wink that has you having to stop yourself from sinking between his open legs. He knows what he does to you and he loves it, soaks it up and never gets tired of it.Â
Youâve turned back to your own notes, leaving Steve to work on the last few problems and of course he does anything but. Itâs only been a few minutes when you feel something brush across your hair, you ignore it. A few seconds later something soft hits your cheek, and you ignore it. But when it hits your forehead you turn to him with a scowl, a little ball of paper between his fingers.Â
âYou are a child.â You swat at his chest and regret it when he catches your wrist in his hand, skin turning hot under his touch. You canât look away from where his fingers wrap around you and it makes you dizzy to feel his rough hands against your skin.Â
âHit me again, baby.âÂ
That was another thing that had started, the pet names. He used your name sometimes, but called you baby, sweetheart, or doll when he wanted to make you stutter your words and stumble through your sentences.Â
Heâs smirking at you, eyes light and filled with amusement at the way your neck is turning a bright pink, reaching and reaching until your ears are burning. âCâmon, please?âÂ
âNo reward for you if you donât finish those problems.â Despite the turmoil going on inside your voice sounds cool, unaffected, and you thank god for that.Â
âFine. I can be a good boy when I want to be.âÂ
Ignoring him, you turn back to your notes, far too distracted to actually pay attention to them anymore but you still stare at the paper in front of you. Youâre pleasantly surprised when he actually goes back to his work, finishing the problems quickly and you beam at him when theyâre all right.Â
âSee! I told you, just need to take your time with this stuff. Iâm proud of you, Steve.â For once heâs the one blushing, brushing it off like itâs nothing and asking for his reward. You should have known, a child never forgets a promise you make them.Â
Leaning forward his eyes widen, darting over your face to check if this is really happening. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears, not used to playing his games with him and it takes all the courage you have to let your lips brush over the corner of his mouth, then his cheek, before they find the shell of his ear. Heâs still beside you, anticipating your next move and if you werenât so hell bent on teasing him back, youâd kiss him right now.Â
Your lips graze him and itâs your turn to smirk when his grip on the table in front of you tightens. His knuckles are white and his jaw is set with you so close to him.Â
âIce cream. Thatâs your reward.âÂ
Pulling back quickly so you can see his reaction, you beam at the way his lips are parted and his chest is heaving a little harder than it should be. He just watches you with wide eyes before something settles over him. Something that makes your stomach flutter and tells you youâve started something that you wonât win.Â
When he speaks you canât help but watch the way his mouth wraps around the words so sensually you feel it all over, like heâs touching every inch of your skin and itâs addicting.Â
âPerfect. Mâdying for something sweet.âÂ
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He canât stop thinking about the feeling of your lips on his skin, even if it lasted all of three seconds itâs running through his mind on a loop and making his head a mess.Â
God he wishes you would have just bit down on him, sunk your teeth into his skin and let him feel your tongue soothe the burn.Â
Youâre walking side by side to your favorite ice cream place now, the sun is out and bright but despite that thereâs a nice breeze that cools his skin. You would have already been there but he had to spend fifteen minutes distracting you from leaving just so he could stand up without getting arrested for indecent exposure.Â
Remembering the small smile of victory you had makes him smile, but not as big as heâll be smiling when he gets you back. He loves watching you preen under his touch, loves the way your chest rises and falls a little faster when he leans in towards you and loves even more the way your eyes go all big and round and your cheeks turn bright red when he says something cheeky.Â
Spending some time with you over the last two weeks, itâs obvious to him why Robin is so obsessed with you. Youâre hilarious, sometimes you make him laugh so hard his stomach hurts and he has tears in his eyes. Heâd known you were a sweetheart but getting to see it firsthand gave him a goddamn toothache. Watching the way you smile at him so proudly when something finally clicks, how you listen to someone with such intent, no matter what theyâre talking about. Youâre just so kind and good that he wants to be as close to you as possible at all times.Â
But this is the first time you two are venturing outside of the library together and he thinks heâll spend much more time convincing you to do things with him besides math. Now that heâs got a taste he needs more, craves it.Â
He doesnât even notice youâve arrived until youâre tugging on the sleeve of his shirt and giving him a smile as sweet as honey as you wordlessly point at the ice cream shop heâd just walked past.
Pulling open the door he lets you go first and looks around to see only a few people besides them in the shop. Perfect.Â
Since thereâs no line, you both go quickly. You opt for chocolate chip cookie dough in a cup and he decides on mint chocolate chip in a waffle cone. He notices the way your nose scrunches all cute at his choice and he rolls his eyes as he pulls out his card to pay before you can.Â
âDonât tell me youâre one of those people whoâs gonna say it tastes like toothpaste or something.â Your jaw drops in offense and he has to roll his lips into his mouth to keep from laughing at how cute you are.Â
âI wasnât! I only made that face because I almost got it myself.âÂ
âAnd the thought of having a similar taste to me is making you feel sick?âÂ
âNo, just didnât peg you as a mint chocolate chip guy.âÂ
âSo youâve been thinking about pegging me.â He knows youâve realized what youâve done before the words even leave his mouth and he smirks at you anyways. Heâll take any chance to get you all flustered and riled up.Â
âPay for my damn ice cream, Harrington.âÂ
He doesnât say anything, just quietly snickers to himself while you go and find a place to sit. He notices the way you choose a seat in the corner, far away from anyone else in the shop and he smiles. You probably know whatâs coming, waiting for the other shoe to drop after your little stunt at the library and he loves seeing you all worked up and on edge.Â
He likes it a little too much.Â
Instead of sitting in the seat across from you he slips in the booth beside you instead, watching your eyes dart to the side to watch him carefully. Heâs not sure why youâre surprised, he always takes any opportunity to be close to you.Â
Slinging an arm around your shoulder he lets his fingertips toy with your hair, smiling when he feels you relax into him. âCan I have a bite?â You seem to not think anything of his request, lifting your spoon up to his mouth and he lets you slip it between his lips, your eyes trained on his mouth and his on you.Â
He hums around the spoon and lets his teeth catch when you drag it from his mouth. You shake your head at him, leaning slightly against his chest and enjoying the quiet between you too.Â
Itâs go time.Â
âWanna bite?â Heâs looking down at you and you nod sheepishly, leaning forward to meet him halfway when he moves his cone towards your mouth. Right when he reaches your lips he moves the cone an inch over and touches the ice cream against the corner of your mouth.Â
Before you can reach for a napkin he grabs your wrist, smiling all innocent when you look at him with confusion in your eyes. âI got it, donât worry.âÂ
And when he leans forward and moves his head down to be eye level with you, he smirks at the hitch in your breath when he leans forward and lets his tongue swipe over the sweetness there, his tongue catching the corner of your mouth.Â
The spoon clatters on the table between you and he hasnât moved, face just inches away from yours and his hand isnât playing with your hair anymore, itâs gripping the back of the booth so tight it hurts.Â
âSteve..â A breathless little plea leaves your now clean mouth and it takes everything in him not to go in for another taste. He pulls back just enough to watch your eyes flutter close and your head fall back to lay against his arm thatâs still behind you. Thereâs a shine on your cheek from his spit and heâs so hard he can feel his heartbeat all through his body.Â
Despite the cockiness running through him at the way youâve melted, his voice is quiet and breathless just like yours when he speaks where only you can hear him. âWhat? Just cleaning you up, messy girl.âÂ
He feels something cold on his hand and looks down to see his ice cream melting, spilling over the cone and running down his fingers. When he looks back he sees you staring at them too, a look in your eyes that has him reeling.Â
If there wasnât anyone else here heâd have you lick his fingers clean, he can see the way youâre itching to do it.
But thereâs more people coming into the shop and heâs seconds away from dragging you into the bathroom so he needs to get you out of here, get into the fresh air and out of the little bubble youâve created.Â
âYou ready, Stevie?â He loves when you call him that, it makes his chest feel all warm and he just wants to nuzzle into you when you say it. He must have been staring at you, too busy thinking about how bad he wanted you to do anything else.Â
He nods, sliding out of the booth and holding out his now clean hand to you, body buzzing when you take it and he feels your skin against his. You walk out and into the street and the breeze on his skin is a life saver.Â
Your apartment is just two blocks away from the ice cream shop and the walk there is quiet, both of you thinking about his tongue so close to your mouth. His hand brushes yours as you walk and he feels his fingers twitch with the need to slip your hands together.Â
âGood reward then?â Itâs you that breaks the silence and heâs grateful, his heart racing in his chest despite the smug smirk heâs wearing looking down at you.Â
âOh baby, the best.â
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You and Steve spend about four days a week together at this point and youâre not convinced he even needs that much tutoring but you donât complain. Youâll take any chance to spend some time with him.Â
The two of you have also decided to forgo the library, taking turns having it at his place or yours and most times you work on actual school stuff for about half an hour before heâs distracting you with a movie or a game or a promise of food.Â
Itâs been a few weeks since that day at the ice cream shop, where he licked the corner of your mouth and sent you spiraling. Having him that close was overwhelming enough, let alone feeling him on your skin.Â
Since then things havenât changed much, he teases you and sometimes you retaliate but oftentimes you just sit there red faced and let him enjoy how flustered he makes you. Heâs still touchy and smug all the time, but hasnât put his tongue anywhere near you since. Unfortunately.Â
Tonight youâre both at your place, you lying out across your couch in a t-shirt and pajama shorts that really donât fit you anymore but you refuse to get rid of. Steve is on the floor in front of you stretched out and scrolling through his phone while you switch between watching the tv and watching him.Â
Heâs been less like himself tonight, quiet and there's a little furrow between his brows that has you worried. By this point heâd usually be wrapped around you, playing with your hair or rubbing at your neck. But heâd barely touched you today, barely teased you and you wondered what had happened between yesterday and today that had him so out of sorts.Â
Regardless of his mood, he takes time to admire the way your ass peaks out of the bottom of those shorts, his jaw clenching when he gets a peak at the smooth skin there. He can spot where your ass meets your thigh and he wants to bury his face there.Â
You're pulled from your thoughts when he sits up, sitting his phone on the edge of the couch beside you and using your thigh to hoist himself off the ground. âBe right back, honey.âÂ
You just nod, stretching out your legs and trying to memorize how the heat of his palm felt gripping your skin. He goes to the bathroom, the click of the lock sounding out at the same time his phone lights up beside you.Â
You donât mean to look. Really, you planned to call out to him and go back to the shitty reality tv show that was playing in front of you but when you see a name you recognize you canât help but to look.Â
And you immediately regret it.Â
Brooke: Are you still coming over tonight? Itâs been over a month, I miss you.Â
The blood drains from your body and you feel a pit so deep in your stomach you think you might be sick. You know Brooke, everyone knows Brooke. And you donât keep up with that Steve does but heâs spent most of his time with you for the last month, so you canât help but wonder if the last time he saw her was the day of his first tutoring session.Â
And that should make you feel a little better, should dull the raging jealousy coursing through you but it doesnât. It doesnât because from her text, heâs already made plans to go over. Maybe this is why heâs being so weird tonight, heâs ready to go seeâŚher. And then youâre even more upset because it was your idea to hang out tonight and you wish he would have just said no because then you wouldnât have seen this text and you wouldnât feel like youâre about to cry.Â
You and Steve werenât together, hadnât even gone on a date or kissed or been anything more than friends. But that doesnât mean you havenât developed this huge crush on him thatâs taken over every part of your brain. And the teasing, the touches, they meant something to you.Â
Maybe that was your mistake.Â
Maybe heâs that way with everyone and you read too much into it. Maybe youâve spent so much time together because he actually did need that much help with fucking algebra and stuck around because he felt like he owed you or something.Â
In a matter of seconds your whole friendship was Steve was up in the air in front of you and you found yourself dissecting every interaction and graze of skin and now you just wanted to curl up into your bed and forget all of it.Â
You liked him, a lot more than you would care to admit and for the first time since that first night, you felt uncomfortable being in the same place as him.Â
The click of the bathroom lock snaps you from your spiral and you pull yourself off the couch, gathering up trash from the snacks youâd eaten so you donât have to look him in the eye. And you shouldnât say anything, should pretend it didnât happen and figure this out later but you canât help but let the words slip out when he walks back into your living room.Â
âGot a text while you were in the bathroom.â He doesnât say anything but doesnât really have the chance because youâre rushing into the kitchen and deciding that now is the best time to do those dishes you meant to do before he came over.Â
Hopefully heâll justâŚgo. You know he wonât but maybe that would be easier if you didnât have to see him again tonight or smell him or touch him. The water is hot, too hot to be sticking your hands under but scrubbing at this plate is all thatâs keeping the tears that are building from falling down your cheeks.Â
âY/nâŚâ Heâs behind you now, close enough that you can feel his presence and you know if you just took one step back youâd be pressed up against his chest, youâd feel the warmth that always comes from him. So you stay where you are, the edge of the sink digging into your stomach but you try and scoot closer to it anyways.Â
A noncommittal hum is all he gets from you. You donât move your head to look at him, you canât because if you do youâre not sure you wonât cry. And you canât let him see you cry over something that was never there.Â
âCan you look at me? Please?â His voice is low and sweet, a hint of a plea in his tone that makes your insides twist painfully. You just shake your head, scrubbing at this plate so hard youâre worried it might snap in your grip.Â
His hand is on your shoulder now and a shaky breath escapes your lips, the tears building behind your eyes and you will them away. There's nothing to cry over. Heâs your friend. Thatâs all. âIf you need to leave, thatâs fine. Seriously itâsâyou can go if you want.â Your voice cracks the slightest bit, but he notices. Of course he does.Â
âSweetheart, look at me.âÂ
Your chest hurts at the endearment and you squeeze your eyes shut tight because you know heâs wearing that puppy dog look he does so well. You know his eyes are round and full of concern, or even worse, pity. You know his bottom lip is jutting out in a pout and it makes you want to take the plate youâve scrubbed clean and smash it into a million pieces.Â
If thereâs one thing youâve learned about Steve, itâs that he wonât give in. Heâll stand behind you all night, miss his date with Brooke if thatâs what it takes. He wonât give up until youâre looking at him, but you donât know why. Donât know why he wants to see you upset. But you turn around anyways, cheeks blotchy and a sheen of tears ready to fall at any given moment.Â
His lips part softly and his hands are hovering between you, not sure if he should reach over and touch you. âItâs notâsheâs notâŚI donât want to leave.âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
âI donât know why I even made the plans in the first place! Iâd rather be here with you anyways.âÂ
âOkay.âÂ
Heâs pacing in front of you now, hands fisted in his hair and he looks like heâs freaking out, chewing on his bottom lip and mumbling under his breath while you just stand there and stare at your feet on the floor.Â
âIâve just beenâŚmy mind has been fucked lately and I donât know what I even think anymore and I do stupid shit when I donât know what do to.âÂ
âOkay, Steve.âÂ
âAre you just gonna keep saying okay?â Heâs stopped pacing, the stare heâs wearing keeps you still in place against the sink and you feel like shrinking under his gaze.Â
âWhat do you want me to say? If you want to go hang out with her, you can! Youâre an adult, Steve. You donât have to spend all your time with me.âÂ
âBut I want to.â Heart thudding hard in your chest you try to make sense of what heâs saying, what heâs not saying. Heâs giving you something, dancing around what he wants to say and you wonât give yourself false hope, wonât read too far into this. Youâve become friends, best friends even and you donât want to fuck that up.Â
âThen stay.âÂ
You should talk about this, you know it and he knows it. You should get everything out in the open so thereâs no more secret plans and unshed tears but you donât. Instead he nods at you, coming closer and wrapping his arms around you so youâre nuzzled against his chest. Neither of you say anything, just sit there wrapped up in each other for who knows how long before he pulls back and tugs you to the living room, sitting down and pulling you into his side with no words spoken between you.Â
The show drones on around you, but youâre not paying attention. Your mind is too busy, too many thoughts swirling around to even try and focus on anything but him. He sinks down further into the couch and you move with him, your head resting against his chest and his hand lying still on your hip.Â
âMâsorry I made you sad. Never want to do that, youâre too pretty to cry over me, too sweet.âÂ
You just nod against him, closing your eyes and feeling the thump of his chest on your cheek. He doesnât say anything else and youâre grateful.Â
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Itâs been almost a week since that night in your apartment. A week since Steve got that text and you almost lost your shit. A week since you realized how deep your feelings for him actually ran.Â
When you had woken up that next day Steve was still there, hand still on your hip with his head thrown back in what couldnât be comfortable as he slept beside you. He woke up soon after and both of you justâŚpretended it hadnât happened. The last week had been normal, so normal youâd convinced yourself that night was some sort of glitch.Â
Steve continued to spend most of his days with you, continued to flash those smug grins your way when he sees something inappropriate and you continue to flush under his stare, preen under his praise and stick to his side like glue.Â
Thatâs how you are now, sprawled under that same big tree Steve had come to apologize to you under all those weeks ago. Heâs sitting up with his legs stretched out in front of him and your head is on his lap, Eddie beside you hunched over and working on something you canât see, Robin beside Steve with a book sheâs not reading in her hand.Â
Heâd also been spending more time with the three of you and it made your heart warm. All your favorite people getting along and hanging out.
âWe should all go to Lansdowne this weekend.â That suggestion couldnât have come from anyone but Steve. Eddie scrunches his nose at the thought immediately, tongue sticking out like it left a bad taste in his mouth. Robin groans like sheâs physically pained by the thought.Â
âNow donât sound too excited.â Lansdowne was a little pub near Fenway Park that Steve was obsessed with. They usually had live music and were packed to the brim with bodies every weekend. Robin and Eddie despised it, always too crowded for their liking.Â
âIâll go, Steve. But youâre buying my first drink.âÂ
âThatâs my girl!â He patted your head like you were a puppy, grin wide as he turned to stick out his tongue at Eddie and Robin who just rolled their eyes dramatically and went back to ignoring whatever Steve would ramble on about next.Â
Neither of you noticed the way Eddie and Robin watched you, knowing smiles on both their faces as they took the sight of you two in. They watched Steve brush your hair out of your face, a look of fondness on his face that Robin hasnât seen him show anyone before. They watch you snuggle into him, content and comfort written all over your features.Â
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There was a small bit of regret about quickly agreeing to go out with Steve. Friday came before you knew it and you were tired, so tired from a long week of school and work. It seemed like everything that could have gone wrong this week, did and it had you mentally and physically drained.Â
The temptation to text Steve and bail was clawing at you, but you couldnât. Usually spending time with him was something that made you feel better, so you hoped that was the case tonight.Â
It was nice out, not too hot but just warm enough to indulge in summer clothes. Dressing up for tonight was out of the question, you needed to be comfy if you were going to be squished against sweaty bodies and pulled through big crowds.Â
That was how you found yourself now, tucked into Steveâs side at the bar at 11pm with a short denim skirt snug around your hips that youâd found in the back of your drawer and a cropped pink t-shirt that molded to your chest. A few inches of skin showed above your skirt and the feel of Steveâs palm resting there had you blushing already.Â
You were both three drinks in, a nice buzz in your veins that had you giggling into his chest without embarrassment. When youâd seen him tonight, you knew you were going to need some liquid reinforcements to survive. Heâd been wearing a dark green button up that he left undone, tight white tank top underneath that showed the outline of his chest. A pair of light wash denim jeans cinched around his waist with a belt.Â
There might have been an audible gulp at the sight of him, but with three dirty shirleyâs pumping through you, you eyed him up without care, taking in every inch of him with a palpable hunger.Â
His breath is hot against your skin when he leans down to try and whisper in your ear, but ends up talking much louder than he meant to. âForgot to mention itâs karaoke night.âÂ
âI am not participating in that.âÂ
That little frown he does when he doesnât get his way pops up, lips pouted at you like youâd stolen his candy. âWhy not?âÂ
âBetween the two of us youâre the rockstar, Harrington, not me.âÂ
Before he could open his mouth to argue, someone called his name from across the bar, a man holding a clipboard that looked less than impressed with his job. Somehow in the short time youâd been here Steve had gotten his name down on the list for karaoke without you knowing, and it was his turn now.Â
He gave you a quick wink that had you almost melting before him, a small smirk as he squeezed your shoulder and started to push his way through the crowds of people. âEyes on me, baby.âÂ
Liked youâd be able to look anywhere else.Â
You watch him hop up on the small stage thatâs only a few feet tall, no hint of nervousness on his face as he smiles at the small crowd thatâs paying attention to him. Thereâs lights focused on him and you think he was made to be in the spotlight with how good he looks up there. Youâre somewhere in the middle of the crowd but he spots you easily, winking before he strips off his button down, tossing it to the side of him.Â
The sight of him up there with his tank top tucked nicely into his jeans does little to help with the fuzziness you were already feeling from the drinks. Youâre careful not to drool at his arms on display, bulging slightly when he lifts them to grip his hands around the mic.Â
âHello, Boston!âÂ
Youâd think this was his personal show the way the crowd cheered back at him, encouraging what you know was nothing but mischievous behavior. Heâs getting the attention of more of the bar the longer he stands up there and you canât blame them, heâs a sight to see.Â
âYou all look beautiful tonight!âÂ
A laugh bubbles out of you when the beginning notes of Mr. Brightside by the Killers boom from the speakers behind him, not sure why you expected anything else from him.Â
Heâs practically bouncing on his heels as he sings the first few notesâand so is his hair. But your laughter and amusement is quickly replaced by something fiery and strong that builds in your stomach as you watch him.Â
His hands are wrapped around the microphone in front of him, eyes screwed shut when he gets to the chorus and you feel like youâre on fire. During a pause his head is thrown back, throat bobbing for everyone to see and you try to trace the beads of sweat running down his throat from your spot in the middle of the bar.Â
When he starts singing againâand fuck heâs goodâhis eyes are open and on yours, coming so close to the microphone you can see the way his lips pucker against it on certain notes and youâre thankful itâs so packed in here, the people around you keeping you from falling to the ground.Â
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies, choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay, destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes, 'cause I'm Mr. Brightside
About seven feet are between you but with the bright lights shining on him you watch in awe as his raspberry lips wrap around the words and his tongue swipes out and darts across them every few seconds. He looks ethereal on that stage, hair slicked back from running his fingers through it and hips rocking side to side in time with the beat.Â
His voice is pure silk and honey, like he was born to sing this song and it has your heart racing so fast in your chest itâs hard to catch your breath. Heâs jumping around, putting on a noteworthy performance while the patrons around you yell and dance with him.Â
Every once in a while his nose bumps against the mic and you canât get over how alluring he looks with his lips grazing the mic. Heâs captivating, stealing the attention of almost everyone in the room now and your heart swells in your chest.Â
It takes you a second longer to realize the song has ended, cheers and hollering making your ears ring as he basks in the attention on stage. You can see that cocky smirk from here, his eyes dark and cheeks red as he blows you a kiss when he catches your eyes again.Â
Maybe you could use another drink after all.Â
 âââââ
Steve was sweaty from karaoke, his hair sticking to his forehead and neck, button up heâd been wearing thrown somewhere and he was sure heâd never see it again. The tank top he wore was clinging to his skin and he wished he could peel it off, the stickiness in the air of the bar doing nothing to cool him down.Â
But he saw the way you watched him up there, your eyes trained on his mouth or his hands the whole time and it made him feel electric. The way you licked your lips like he was your next meal could have him on his knees for you in an instant.Â
Heâd lost you when he got off the small stage, eyes searching through the crowd and sighing in relief when he finds you standing by the bar, chin in your palm as you swirl your drink around.Â
That relief is short-lived when he sees some douche come up beside you, a charming grin plastered on his face and his eyes dark as he takes you in. Steve sees red when he places one of his hands on your waist, his palm touching your bare skin since youâd chosen a crop top for tonight.Â
Possessiveness stirs in his belly, hands fisted at his side at the laugh you give him. Itâs fake, he can tell, but it still makes his jaw clench uncomfortably.Â
Youâre not interested in this guy, he can see that. Youâve leaned back enough to create some space between the two of you and your eyes dart around the bar quickly and he knows youâre looking for him.Â
Little did you know that even if you werenât looking for him, heâd still be there. Heâd always be there. Couldnât keep himself away from you even if he wanted to, which he didnât. Heâd become addicted to your strawberry scent and your sweet little giggles. Heâd become addicted to you.Â
Itâs when this asshole lifts his hand to brush a piece of your hair away from your face that Steve starts to move, shoulders shoving through the crowd with ease and he sees the way your body relaxes when you catch sight of him heading towards you.Â
The thought of someone else touching your skin, feeling how smooth it is and how it warms up under their touch has him gritting his teeth. His jaw twitches thinking about you looking up at someone besides him with stars in your eyes.Â
When heâs within reach he lays his hand on your exposed thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh there and placing a quick kiss on your forehead. âTold ya Iâd be right back, doll.â He doesnât acknowledge the man beside him, eyes focused on yours.Â
Your thighs clamp shut around his hand and a devious smirk plays on his lips at the feeling. âWhoâs this?â He cocks his head towards the man that had been trying to talk to you, not looking his way but finally acknowledging his presence. Douchebag is still there, watching the scene unfold in front of him with little amusement.Â
âI-I donât know. We were just talking.â Steve hums at you, eyes drinking in the little drops of sweat rolling down your neck and down your shirt. Heâs itching to lean forward and collect them on his tongue, to taste any part of you he can get his hands on.Â
You yelp when his fingers pinch at your inner thigh, hands coming up to grip his forearm in surprise. He doesnât miss the way your hips shifted forward though, searching for his touch instinctively.Â
âDonât want these boys talking to you, do you?â Heâs leaning closer to you but still talking loud enough that the prick who canât take a hint can hear him. You shake your head quickly and he smiles. âItâs because youâre my girl, isn't it baby? Want them to know youâre mine to take home, mine to play with, mine to keep.âÂ
At this point heâs not even talking for the benefit of saving you from some creep in a bar, you both know that. Heâs not just staking his claim so theyâll leave you alone, heâs telling you the truth, what you both already know but refuse to talk about. Heâs yours as much as you are his. Itâs been that way for weeks.Â
For him itâs been that way since you ripped him a new one, tore into him for being an asshole with your big round eyes that twitched in anger at his attitude.Â
Youâre nodding at him with blown out eyes, thighs still keeping his hand trapped between them. The guy youâd been talking to is long gone but neither of you seem to notice or care.Â
âSo say it.â His lips are tilted in a smirk, knowing eyes watching you shift and squirm under his stare. He feels himself thickening in his pants, head of his cock pressed up against the zipper painfully but he doesnât care. Heâd stand here in pain all night if you kept looking at him like that.Â
âIâm your girl.âÂ
His chest swells with pride, grinning down at you and watching you just eat up the unsaid praise. Youâre blooming under his gaze, chest puffing out the slightest bit and his mouth waters.Â
Itâs hard to breathe when youâre looking at him like that. His stomach feels tight and a feeling he canât quite describe takes over. He wants to feel your skin on his, to taste you, smell you, anything youâll give him. But he also feels like he could be sick, just looking at you being too much for him right now.Â
He uses his thumb to tap on your thigh so youâll open them for him, pulling his hand out and tugging on your wrist to pull you back to the middle of the dance floor. Your obedience thrills him, makes his spine tingle and heart race. He shouldâve known you were a good girl, the best one really. You donât even question him as he grips your hips in his hand, pulling you flush against him while the music booms around you.Â
Neither of you are really moving, just standing there pressed together while bodies push and move around you. One hand comes up to cradle the back of your neck, pulling you closer so that he can lean down and talk in your ear where youâll hear him.Â
âSaw the way you were watching me up on the stage earlier.âÂ
Your hands are clinging to his shirt and he feels your grip tighten, smiling knowingly against your ear. He loved the way you watched him, the way your eyes never left him like you were mesmerized.Â
âYou looked good up there, like a natural.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âHmm, my rockstar.âÂ
The praise shoots down his spine and makes his body buzz. Heâs watching the way your hair flows over your shoulder and he wants to tug on it, make your head fall back and expose your throat to him.Â
You pressed against him mixed with the sticky air surrounding you is too much, his head feels fuzzy and heâs seconds away from biting on your lips and licking into your mouth.Â
âLetâs get out of here.âÂ
âââââââ
In hindsight, deciding to take the train at 1 am on a Friday night was a stupid idea. Anyone and everyone in the city chose that time to pile on. For a second youâre worried youâll lose Steve in the crowd of people but a few seconds later you feel his fingers slip through yours and tug you to his side.Â
âCanât risk losing my precious cargo.âÂ
The ringing in your ears is either from the feel of his skin touching yours or the tell tale screech of the train approaching. When it pulls up in front of you, your cringe at how crowded it already is, forehead covered in a sheen of sweat before you even step on. The doors open and Steve is pulling you through the bunches of people, tugging you through and moving you to stand in front him when he sees an opening.Â
Your back is pressed against the opposing doors and you sigh in relief at the coolness it provides. That relief is short lived when you peek over Steveâs shoulder to see more people piling on. He presses closer to you to make room and your heart thuds harshly against your chest.Â
His feet are spread slightly to be on either side of yours, arms over your head to hold on to the railing and it feels like heâs caging you in. Heâs pressed up against you completely, your chin touching his chest and lips hover near your forehead.Â
It doesnât help that his arms are on full display, button up he was wearing long gone since before karaoke and instead adorned in a white tank top thatâs like a second skin. Itâs hugging his chest and waist and itâs taking everything in you not to lean forward and nip at his arm.Â
And then youâre thinking about how he looked on stage. Pure sex as he captivated the crowd with his effortless charm and talent. You think you could watch him like that forever.Â
Fuck. All you could feel was him, his breath on your skin and his body keeping yours snug against the doors. Youâre not sure you could even move, not that you wanted to. Tilting your head back an inch you look up at him, eyes glancing over his strawberry mouth thatâs tilted into a smirk, looking up further to see how heâs watching you closely.Â
Honey eyes staring into yours scream mischief and when you breathe in you feel your knees falter, a sweetness washing over your senses. Just the smell of him was enough to have your skin tingling, hints of cherry and vanilla from where you were practically nuzzled against his throat.Â
Your hand was wrapped tightly against the pole in front of you and the feel of the cool metal against your palm did little to help with the heat you felt burning through your chest. The train lurched forward and the hand that was dangling by your side shot out to fist at the fabric of Steveâs shirt. The fucking white tank top he was wearing.Â
âEager, are we?â His tone was teasing and when you took a quick glance down to see a sliver of his stomach showing where you had his shirt tight in your grasp, your thighs squeezed together involuntarily.Â
âOh please.You just happened to be the closest thing to me, Harrington.âÂ
He feigned offense, knowing smirk never leaving his face and you stifled a groan when you felt his stomach twitch against your hand. You thought that if you had to be pressed against him for much longer you might just pass out.Â
When you look up to see you still have a few stops before yours, you release your grip on his shirt and try not to notice the disappointment that floods through you when your hold on him is gone. He seems to notice too, eyebrows furrowing for a split second before his expression goes back and heâs smiling down at you again.Â
âYa know,â He tilts his head to the side like heâs wondering about something important but his expression holds nothing good. âYou look good like this, pressed up against me all flushed and pretty.âÂ
Arousal seeps down your spine and curls around your belly like a boa constrictor, your throat all of a sudden dry and you canât seem to do anything but blink up at him.Â
âGoing dumb already? You really are precious cargo.âÂ
You have about an ounce of self control left and thatâs what keeps you from letting a whimper slip into the sticky air between you. You know he can read your emotions on your face but you try and school your features anyways, lifting your leg thatâs trapped between his and pressing your weight down on his foot.Â
It just makes his sickly sweet smile even bigger and your breath hitches when he leans down to press his lips against the shell of your ear. You dig your fingertips into your palm when he lets his tongue swipe against his bottom lip and it catches your skin as it does.Â
âTrying to hurt me, baby? Why donât you bite me next? Pretty please?â He brings his hand up between you as he talks, uses his thumb to swipe at your bottom lip and if you werenât on the fucking train youâd part your lips for him and take his thumb into your mouth. You think you want that a little too much to be so close to him right now.Â
For the first time since youâve moved here, the train is your saving grace. The doors pull open and the cool air of the night hits you, breaking you from whatever little trance Steve had put you under. It clears out enough that he can step to your side now, giving you some much needed space to try and get yourself together.Â
The chatter around you has died down and while you feel marginally more in control of yourself, the smell of Steve and the feel of his arm brushing against yours beside you is enough to keep you on your toes.Â
âCooling down over there?âÂ
âYes actually, no thanks to you.âÂ
He shrugs his shoulders innocently and if he hadnât just been whispering in your ear about liking the pain then you might actually believe the sweet look he was wearing on his face. âOops.âÂ
The next stop is yours and while youâre trying to figure out if Steve is coming with you or if youâre gonna have to figure out some weird goodbye, heâs already five steps ahead. When the train comes to a stop and the doors open heâs grabbing your hand again and pulling you out of the train and into the breeze that cools the sweat on your neck.Â
âMâgonna walk you home, okay?â You nod wordlessly, letting your hands swing gently between you as you make your way through the now quiet streets. Everyone is either deep into the city until the bars close or already tucked away in their beds after a long work week. Few people litter the streets but you donât hear much besides the buzz of the train pulling away and the soft hum coming from the person beside you.Â
It doesnât take long before you reach your building nestled in between two others that look just like it and while you fumble through your bag for your keys you feel his gaze burning into the side of your face.Â
âYouâve been awfully quiet since we left the bar.âÂ
A noncommittal hum is all you give him and heâs not a fan of that, reaching forward and plucking your apartment key from between your fingers before you even register whatâs happening. You reach out automatically but heâs pulling back and out of your reach.Â
âWhy?âÂ
âWhy what?â You know what heâs asking and youâre just making this harder for the both of you but heâs had you so on edge since he got on stage and was allâŚrockstar and sex that youâre scared about what might come out of your mouth if youâre not careful.Â
âWhy have you been so quiet since we left the bar?âÂ
âNot much to say I guessâŚâ
âBullshit.âÂ
You blink at him owlishly, lips parted in surprise but you canât deny the little tingle that starts at your toes and makes its way up your body at him calling you out. âExcuse me?â Your voice sounds pathetic and breathless to your own ears at this point so you can only imagine how you look to Steve right now.Â
âI call bullshit. Donât think I havenât seen the way you blush every time you make eye contact or you look at my arms,â Fuck he caught you. âOr the way you clench those pretty thighs everytime I whisper in your ear or get a little too close to you.âÂ
Your chest is rising and falling harshly and if he wasnât taking up every inch of your brain right now youâd be embarrassed by how he had you panting at him. Any confusion he had vanishes and you curse yourself for being so easy for him to read. Like a fucking open book.Â
âOh thatâs it. Scared of what might come out of that pouty little mouth, arenât you? You listen to me talk to you all sweet and dirty and it just makes you all dumb, doesnât it? Sâcute. Youâre cute.â
âShut up! YouâŚyou idiot.â It was a weak attempt at a comeback and you felt yourself scrunch your nose at yourself while Steve chuckled. He stepped closer, his hands on his hips as he looked down at you.Â
âThatâs the best you got?â You were toe to toe nowâliterallyâand you felt yourself shrinking under his gaze. You hated how good he was at making you squirm, how you felt his words on your skin like standing under the sun in the summer heat. But most of all you despised that you didnât hate it at all.
âYouâre an asshole, you know that? A big one.âÂ
He flashed his teeth at you, hand going up to his chest like your words hurt him. âOooh there ya go, thatâs a little better. But if youâre gonna call me names, Iâve got some you can try. How about daddââ
âSteve!â You practically hissed at him, smacking his shoulder and huffing like a child at the way he laughed loudly at your expense. He laughed so hard there were little crinkles in the corner of his eyes, grin so big his dimples popped out and you had to stop yourself from poking at it.Â
âAlright, alright. No need to get violent, baby. At least take me to dinner first.â Rolling your eyes you snatched your key from him while he was occupied, turning to your door and muttering under your breath. Asshole. Jerk. Moron. Hot. Hot. Hot.Â
He laid his hand on your shoulder softly to get your attention and when you turned back he was rolling his lips together, trying to keep his amusement at bay for your sake. He had a way of doing that youâd noticed, looking like a little puppy dog when he wanted to. You hated how much it worked.Â
âMâdone, I swear. For tonight at least. Thanks for coming out with me, I had a lot of fun.âÂ
âI did too, even if youâre a pest.âÂ
âOh câmon, you love it.â I do. God I love it so much itâs kind of sick.Â
âIn your dreams, Harrington,â You knew you set yourself up when he opened his mouth, that gleam in his eye that meant nothing but trouble. You beat him to it though, and the little pout he wore made you melt. âText me when you get home safe, okay? And thanks for walking me home.âÂ
âAnytime, sweetheart.âÂ
Reaching up like he was going to sweep you hair out of your eyes, he mustâve changed his mind because he pinched your cheek instead, laughing to himself when you grumbled at him and smacked his hand away.Â
Youâd watched as he walked away, watched until you couldnât see him anymore before you finally went inside, trudging up the stairs to your apartment and feeling your nerves settle once you were finally alone.
It was like you could breathe again, that ache youâd felt all night still thumping but more dull now than it had been in his presence. You finally felt cool and relaxed. Until your phone buzzed about twenty minutes later.Â
Steve: Made it home safe and sound. Not a scratch on me.
Steve: Well besides the ones you left on me when you were pawing at me on the train!Â
Y/n: Idiot!Â
Steve: We really need to work on expanding your vocabulary. Maybe I could tutor you. :)
Steve: Whoops I meant ;), itâs hard to type one handed.Â
You gasped and you swear youâd just burst into flames from how hot your face felt staring down at your phone. Was heâŚhe wouldnât. But did you mind if he did? No. Fuck, no. But you couldnât just let him know that.Â
Y/n: Steve Harrington you are sick!Â
Steve: What?? Iâm eating cereal and texting you! Trying to multitask here.Â
Steve: Get your mind out of the gutter you filthy girl.Â
Heâd played you and you took the bait so easily! At this point you should know heâd take any opportunity to embarrass you, you both knew you loved it. He loved getting you all flushed and squirmy and you loved pretending like it didnât light you up inside.Â
Now you were thinking about him touching himself, your thighs sore from squeezing together and your heart racing. You wanted to know how he looked doing it, what he sounded likeâŚJesus Christ you needed to get a grip. It wasnât until your phone buzzed in your hand that you realized you hadnât texted him back.Â
Steve: Your cheeks are all hot, arenât they?
Oh fuck off.Â
Y/n: No! They have no reason to be!Â
Steve: Oh they definitely are. Youâre all hot and bothered thinking about me only using one hand to text you. Youâve got a dirty mind!
He was taunting you, you knew that. Baiting you and wrapping it up with a nice shiny bow. And youâd take it every time.Â
Y/n: You knew what you were doing! You set me up.Â
Steve: Little olâ me? As if Iâd ever do such a thing! Iâm offended youâd even suggest that.Â
Just imagining the shit eating grin he was wearing riled you up even more, your blood pumping and your fingers twitching as you typed furiously back to him.Â
Y/n: Playing innocent wonât work with me, Harrington. I know your tricks and they only make my cheeks red because they piss me off! Go fuck yourself, idiot!Â
Steve: You wanna watch? ;)Â
You thought about throwing your phone at the wall, watching it smash into a thousand tiny pieces and letting every trace of that arrogant, smug, hot asshole wash away. But you were not so secretly relishing in the back and forth, your tummy a ball of excitement.Â
Y/n: In your dreams.Â
His reply was instant and it made you fist your bed sheets tight, toes curling in your socks and if you were standing youâd be sure to fall to your knees.Â
Steve: Oh you know it, baby.Â
Steve: Maybe next time. Youâve been a dirty girl calling me all those mean names. Come kiss it better?
When a picture came in seconds after his last reply you dropped your phone to your bed, eyes wide and pulse thumping in your ears as you took in the image before you.Â
Steve lying on his bed, shirtless. He was lying against his navy blue pillowcase, one arm thrown behind his head and he showed just enough of his torso for you to see a patch of chest hair that made your fingernails dig so deep into your palm you were surprised you didnât draw blood. His hair was tousled like heâd tugged at it and his mouth held the most perfect little pout. You assumed thatâs what you were supposed to be kissing better.Â
It had been several minutes since youâd moved so it didnât make sense why your breathing was so heavy and why there was sweat gathering at the base of your neck. All you could think of was leaving your mark over his chest and shoulders, deep purple spots that you know heâd wear with a proud smile on his face.Â
If he could see you nowâŚyouâd never hear the end of it.Â
Y/n: Meh.Â
He must have been sitting there waiting for your reply, the three little dots popping up almost instantly after you hit send.Â
Steve: Meh????Â
Steve: It took you 10 minutes to reply with meh??
Steve: Liar.Â
A sick satisfaction coursed through you and you felt a small sense of victory reading his replies. If you didnât know any better youâd say Steve was a little upset at your lack of reaction.Â
Y/n: It took me 10 minutes because I wasnât waiting by my phone for your reply. And Iâm not a liar, just not overly impressed.Â
You were a liar. A huge lying liar who was only able to do this over text because if he was in front of youâd have been stumbling over your words and blushing like an idiot.Â
And that little victory you had lasted all of 2 minutes because when your phone started ringing, that ball of dread from forever ago came barreling back into you harder and faster than before.Â
Pressing accept you held the phone up to your ear and tried to get your breathing under control. You were gonna blow your cover quickly if you didnât.Â
âH-hello?âÂ
âNot impressed, hm?â There was an edge to his voice, one you didnât recognize but it had a sense of sternness, of authority that had your hands twitching in your lap.Â
âNope. Sorry.â The words practically squeaked out of you, the less you said the better when it came to Steve. If you spoke too much heâd be able to know what you were thinking, he probably already did. You swore he had some magical powers or something.Â
âReally? And youâre sure? I only ask because earlier just looking at my arms had you panting like a dog at my feet.âÂ
Your face burned with humiliation and you cursed yourself for the way it turned you on. Fuck. Any control you had was quickly unraveling and falling apart in front of you.Â
âSteve, Iââ
âBecause when it took you so long to reply, you know what I thought? I thought youâd slipped your hand into your panties like some perv. That was my theory, but I can admit it when Iâm wrong.âÂ
âI-I wasnât! Iâm not I justââ
âBut you thought about it, didnât you?âÂ
And well of course you had. How could you not when he looked like he did and when you could practically hear him in your ear whispering filthy, teasing things.Â
You pictured him now, standing at the foot of your bed with his shirt off and his hands on his hips. How heâd shake his head at you, scolding you like a teacher scolding their student for not doing their homework. You can hear the smirk in his voice as he riles you up and it leaves you reeling.Â
âI, well Iââ
âJust a yes or no, doll. Did you think about it?âÂ
âYes.â It comes out in a whisper, hanging in the air and you should want to take it back, to tell him no and hang up but you donât. You sit there and bask in it, the embarrassment, the arousal. You sit and wait for him to give you somethingâlike a dog waiting for a treat.Â
âThatâs what I thought. Now that weâve got that settled, Iâm beat! Youâve kept me up far past my bedtime. Goodnight, perv. Iâll talk to you tomorrow.âÂ
Before you can get a word out, a plea or a curse or anything heâs hanging up the phone and leaving you with your mouth hanging open and an ache so intense it makes your head spin.Â
Idiot. Asshole. Jerk. Hot. Hot. Hot.Â
Heâs left you speechless, sitting there still on your bed with your phone in your hand and your mind running a thousand miles a minute. Youâre aching and wet, embarrassingly wet, and you feel a need for him so deep in your bones itâs making you feel insane.Â
A knock on your front door startles you, itâs harsh and quick and your pulse spikes immediately. Holding your phone in your hand you make your way through the living room, a seed of worry nestled in your stomach because who would be here knocking on your door at almost 3 am.Â
Who besides Steve, of course.Â
Just as youâre moving close to look through the peephole, he calls your name from the other side of the door. Excitement pools low in your belly, hairs on your arm standing tall at the promise of him just inches away. Pulling open the door youâre met with the same Steve youâd left just a short time ago, but now heâs wearing a pair of basketball shorts that hang low on his hips and his hair is still damp from the shower youâre sure heâs taken. A pink t-shirt is stretched over his broad shoulders and thereâs a simple silver chain hanging around his neck.Â
How does he always look this good? You donât say anything, opting to step to the side and allow him through and he steps in wordlessly, giving your arm a squeeze when he passes by.Â
Closing the door behind him, you watch as he makes his way to your room and you stand there dumbfounded, wondering what the fuck is going on and why he hasnât said a word to you after showing up at your door at 3 am.Â
Following him is a simple choice, one that leads you to your room to see Steve sitting on the edge of your bed with his legs spread wide, hands behind him flat on the comforter while he leans back the slightest bit. Heâs stunning and it has you fighting the urge to sing to your knees on the carpet in front of him.Â
It feels like a staring contest between the two of you. But instead of looking in your eyes, Steve is letting his gaze run over your body. Youâre in an oversize shirt that reaches about mid thigh, nothing underneath but a pair of panties that Steve ruined hours ago.Â
He finally meets your eyes, a small smile tugging up at the corners of his mouth that makes you feel jittery. âW-what are you doing here?â You canât help but to stumble over your words when heâs looking at you like that. Like he could take a bite out of you.Â
âWhat do you think?âÂ
âMissed me already, Harrington?âÂ
âAlways.â Some of the smugness he carries with him has melted away with the admission and it makes your heart swell in your chest. The thought of him missing you provides a surge of warmth through your body.Â
âI missed you too,â Your voice is timid, his stare making you feel exposed to him, âbut I thought you were going to bed.âÂ
âWell that was my plan, but I couldnât fall asleep knowing you were over here making a mess because of me and not come help clean it up.âÂ
Your toes curl into the carpet below you and you hope it will be able to ground you a little when you feel soâŚyou donât even know what you feel. Your stomach is twisting and your palms are sweaty and you can feel your heartbeat in your ears.Â
One of his hands lifts to motion you forward and you do so without hesitation, your feet carrying you to him instantly. When you get close enough you go to get on your knees instinctively and he stops you with a small, proud smile. âNo, no, Iâm here to take care of you, baby.â And while the notion fills you with excitement, you canât help but feel a little upset that you wonât get to put your mouth on him.Â
And of course this just makes him smile even bigger, eyes bright as he takes in your frown and canât help but shake his head at you.Â
âBefore we do anything I justâŚI want you to know I care about you, yeah? This isnât some one night thing for me. I want everyday with you, everyday that youâll give me.âÂ
âI care about you too, Steve. I think that was obvious when I scrubbed all the paint off that plate after I saw that text on your phone,â He huffs a small laugh at you, hands settled on your hips, âYouâve become such an important part of my life and IâI like you a lot, even when youâre mean to me.âÂ
He scoffs like the idea is foreign, playful glint in his eye the whole time and it drives you crazy. He has that look, the one that tells you heâs about to say something that will either make you hit him or drop back down to your knees.Â
âCome give daddy a kiss then.âÂ
Itâs the former, hand coming up to smack at his chest hard despite the way the name makes your stomach clench and your spine tingle. He just laughs, loud and steady, pulling you down onto his lap and smashing his lips against yours.Â
His lips are just as soft as youâd dreamed about, full and slick with spit and you feel yourself pulse when he smiles into the kiss. His nose bumps with yours, his hands sliding from your waist to your hair and letting his fingers tug and pull while you push closer to him.Â
âFuckâyou taste so good.â You donât even realize the words come from you until you feel Steve groan against you, tongue sweeping across your bottom lip as if to taste you too.Â
When you finally have to pull back for air, your forehead is pressed against his and you both try and catch your breath. He looks like a dream, mouth shiny and swollen, eyes glazed over as he takes you in. He tastes sweet, the kind of taste you crave at the end of the day or when you need a pick me up. Or just because.Â
Heâs shifted back a little so youâre not hanging off him and the edge of the bed, your thighs wrapped around his hips and your chests almost touching from how close you are. Heâs tugging at the ends of your shirt, trying to pull it off but itâs trapped between your thighs and his. You lean up just enough for him to pull it free, tugging it over your head with ease.Â
What youâve managed to forget in the heat of the moment, what Steve doesnât know but is quick to find out is the little secret no one but Robin knows aboutâand she only knows because you needed moral support.Â
âOh holy fuck,â Youâve never seen his eyes so wide and his mouth is dropped open so big itâs almost kind of scary. Somehow youâd forgotten your nipples were pierced, maybe it was from Steve kissing you stupid, youâre not sure. But heâs looking at your tits now like heâs got gold in front of him.Â
Your mouth opens to tease him but before you can speak heâs moving his hand to cover your mouth, eyes never leaving your boobs and you have to laugh against him.Â
âDonâtâyou canât say a thing right now or Iâll cum in my pants.â He sounds so serious, so pained that you whine against his hand all greedy and impatient. âJesus fuckinâ Christ. Prettiest tits Iâve ever seen, doll. Think I could cum from just lookinâ at em for too long.âÂ
You nod eagerly against his hand, the idea of that turning you on even more than you thought possible. He finally removes his hand but only because he canât hold out on touching you any longer. His palms come up to cup your breasts, thumbs running over your nipples and you sigh in relief at the feeling of his touch. He uses two fingers to tug gently at the little silver barbell that runs through them, watching your face for your reaction and you donât disappoint. Your mouth falls open, a small moan slipping out and your hands grip his shoulders tight.Â
âFuck me. God youâre perfect, so pretty and sweet for me. Shit, mâlosing my goddamn mind here, baby.â Half his words are almost slurred, attention moving between your tits and your face as he tugs and thumbs at your nipples. The furrow in his brow makes him look genuinely concerned and you throb at the thought of him being so mesmerized by you.Â
Heâs so occupied with your pretty tits in his face he doesnât notice when you slide back a little, a few inches of space between you now. Youâve been soaked and aching for far too long and you think if he doesnât touch you in the next few seconds you might cry.Â
You move one of your hands to grab his, tugging it from your nipple and sliding it down between you to press against the front of your panties. Theyâre messy, your thighs sticky and you hope he understands your not so subtle hint.Â
He does, cursing at the feel of how wet and hot you are even through the thin layer separating him from you. âPoor thing, didnât even know someone could be this messy.â Your hips shift, desperately trying to get his fingers to catch on your clit. âWho made you this desperate, huh? Was it that prick from the bar?âÂ
Youâre shaking your head but itâs not enough for him, hand moving away and you gasp, pulling it back and giving him what he wants. âYou. Itâs youâyou did this to me.âÂ
Instead of saying anything he dips his fingers past the band of your panties, both of you groaning at the contact. He circles your clit twice, thighs twitching around him before heâs dipping down to your sopping hole, teasing his finger there before swiping through your slit to collect some of the slick thatâs there.Â
You want to whine when he pulls his hand out but it fades away at the sight of his glistening fingers, how he studies them for a minute before slipping them into his mouth and humming in content.Â
âWay better than mint chocolate chip.âÂ
Next thing you know heâs slipping his hand back between you, the imprint of his knuckles against your panties hot enough to make you drool down his chest.Â
Thumb pressed to your clit he moves in slow circles, just enough pressure to make you need more, pressing down onto his hand and trying to swivel your hips. âWant you, Steve. Need you.âÂ
âI know baby, gotta stretch you out first.â At the same time heâs speaking heâs slipping his middle finger inside of you with no resistance and itâs not enough. Itâs like he has a connection to your mind, slipping another finger in immediately and you feel that ache start to untangle itself the slightest bit.Â
With two of his much larger fingers inside of you and his thumb on your clit, you already feel the signs of an orgasm building deep in your belly. You feel that burn all over, grinding down onto him in search of that pressure thatâll make your eyes roll back. Itâs when he curls his fingers that you lurch forward, face nuzzling his neck as he hits that spot inside of you that makes your vision blur.Â
âS-steve..â Youâre almost there already, walls clamping down on his fingers and holding them inside while he speeds up on your clit. Thereâs a twitch in your thighs that he noticed, hushed praises in your ear when that string begins to fray, threatening to snap in seconds.Â
And then it stops.Â
Thereâs no more curling his fingers and his thumb is still on your clit. You pull back just enough to curse at him, his hand wet and sticky with evidence of just how much you were enjoying that. But when you see his face you know youâre fucked. Heâs got that shine in his eyes that screams trouble, a devious little smirk on his lips as he watches the frustration build behind your eyes.Â
âSomething to say, sweetheart?â Heâs taunting you, daring you to curse at himâbut you donât. You canât fathom the idea of him taking this all away so you remain quiet, shaking your head at him and hoping your obedience will pay off soon. He nods at you as if to say âthatâs what I thoughtâ, hand coming up to tuck your face back into the crook of his neck as he starts to thrust his fingers in and out of you again.Â
Youâre glad he canât see the way your cheeks turn bright red because you can hear how wet you are, the small little noise it makes every time he drives his fingers back into has you pressing further into him. He has goosebumps on skin from the feel of your hot breath against his throat from where youâre practically panting, little open mouthed kisses left for as far as you can reach.Â
It doesnât take long before that feeling is building back up, stronger than before and you curse against his skin. âSnug little cunt, greedy for it, isnât she?â You think you chant a whispered âyesâ into him but you canât be sure, overwhelmed by the tight, quick circles heâs rubbing on your swollen clit and the wave of pleasure you feel beginning to wash over you.Â
And then it stops again.Â
This time you canât help the whine that slips out, hands fisting his t-shirt as you writhe in his lap. He chuckles in your ear, smooth and teasing and it makes you mortified when you feel yourself drip down his hand at his meanness.Â
âYou can handle one more time, yeah? Then Iâll give you my cock.â The promise of finally being full of him is enough to push down your frustrations, eagerness and excitement taking over. He lets you get away with a nod, picking up a faster pace than before and you think itâs not for you, but that his patience is wearing thin.Â
Heâs rubbing harshly against that sponges spot inside of you with every pass of his fingers, your mouth dropped open with no sound coming out as you try and hold off. Itâs too much, too intense and you feel lightheaded at how every nerve in your body is lit up and buzzing.
But apparently he knows your body better than you do, stopping just seconds before you begin to tip over and your shoulders sag in relief and annoyance at the same time.Â
âPlease, please.â Theyâre quiet little pleas that he can't even hear but can feel against his skin and he coos at you. Itâs condescending and should piss you off but instead has you nudging your nose against his for comfort.Â
âTold ya Iâd give you my cock, honey. Lay down and let me see you.â You move to lay back, watching him stand over you and strip his shirt and shorts off. Heâd forgone underwear and you thank god for that. The sight of his cock, hard and shiny with precum as your thighs falling open for him automatically. He notices this, of course he does. Heâs thick and youâre suddenly very grateful for the prep he just did, you donât think heâd fit otherwise.Â
When he leans down to pull a condom from the back pocket of his shortsâpresumptuous cocky bastardâyou feel the urge to stop him but refrain. Youâre already crossing all these invisible lines, you need to have at least some self control. Even though youâre desperate to feel him bare. Youâre captivated by him, watching him roll the condom on and clenching around nothing as he hisses through his teeth at the contact.Â
Seeing him for the first time, how hard and flushed he is makes you regret even more not getting your mouth on him. Next time, you promise yourself. Youâd thought youâd be nervous for this, but you think youâre too overwhelmed with a need for him that thereâs no room left to be nervous or anxious.Â
Climbing on the bed he moves between your open legs, hands on either side of your head as he holds himself up over you. His cock is lying against you, head touching your clit and itâs making it impossible to lie still. âYou still want this?â His face is serious, and you want to squish his cheeks at his consideration for you despite his hard cock pressing against you.Â
âPlease, Steve. I want thisâI need you.â Itâs all the confirmation he needs, reaching one hand between you to take his cock, running it through your slit and groaning at the way you twitch below him. After bumping it against your clit he moves down to your entrance, pushing in the slightest bit and squeezing his eyes shut at the feel of you clenching down on him.Â
The burn of him pushing forward stings, but itâs a welcome pain that has you gripping the sheets below you, looking for something to steady you when you feel like youâll float away. âKeep going, please keep going.â Youâre pleading below him, mouth dropping open when he pushes in. He has to pause when heâs in all the way, his patch of public hair at the base of his cock catching at your clit and you gasp.Â
âFuck fuck fuck,â His forehead is pressed against your cheek, his teeth scraping against the edge of your jaw as he tried to collect himself. âI donâtâshit I donât know howâgoddamn baby, never felt anything this good before in my life.âÂ
He throbs inside of you when you whine, craning your neck up just an inch to take the silver chain dangling above you between your teeth. âFuckinâ hell, gonna kill me.â You lift your hips off the bed, urging him to move and moan around the chain when he slips deeper inside of you. He pulls himself up to look at you, hair falling around your head like an angel with blotchy cheeks and fucked out eyes.Â
Thrusting forward, the tip of his cock nudges against that spot inside of you and you clench around him so hard his arms almost give out above you. This has been building up for weeks and with the way he edged you earlier, you wonât last long. He knows as much, thrusting into you and using one hand to rub sloppy circles on your clit.Â
âFeel like Iâm having deja vu, having you pressed against me like this, yeah?â It was just hours ago you were on the train, a few more layers between you but pressed up against him all the same.Â
The chain pops from your mouth when he moves your hands to lay beside your head, lacing your fingers together as he stretches over you. Your piercings press against his chest just right and it has your tummy tightening, the added friction enough to have your head spinning.Â
He looks mouthwatering above you, hair out of place and falling over his forehead. His cheeks are flushed and heâs holding his bottom lip between his teeth as he moves between watching your face and the way your tits bounce with every thrust of his cock. Thereâs little drops of sweat running down his sculpted nose and slipping onto your chest, your cute little gasps hitting his ears.Â
You know youâre done for when he leans down, lips pressed to your ear and his harsh breath tickling your skin.Â
âTakinâ your daddyâs cock so well, arenât you, doll?âÂ
Eyes screwed shut you claw at his shoulders, his name leaving your lips in a curse and you both can see the way the nickname makes your face flush a shade darker of red, eyes turning dark and fingers digging into him. âDirty girl, acting like you donât like it when I can feel you making a mess of me, this pretty little pussy hugging me tight when I call myself daddy.âÂ
âFu-fuck, Steve. Gonna cumâmâgonna cum.â Your words are hushed and quick in his air, rope beginning to snap and if he stops right now you might actually kill him.Â
âGo ahead, soak my cock, pretty girl. Show me who I belong to, yeah?â Itâs all it takes, rope snapping and sparks shooting down to your toes as you tug at his hair, your thighs tight as your orgasm crashes through you. It feels like it goes on forever, your body taught and ears buzzing and you can barely make out the faint curses coming from above you.Â
He belongs to you, and he will as long as heâll have you.
You feel yourself start to come back down, your chin pinched in between Steveâs fingers and heâs looking at you like heâs seeing the first snowfall of the year. His thrusts are getting sloppy, hips grinding into yours and his breaths uneven and sharp. âWhereâŚwhere do you want it baby?âÂ
Not sure that you can make coherent sentences right now, you reach up to cup your breasts, Steveâs eyes widening before the most pitiful cry leaves his lips. He thrusts into you one, two, three more times and each one has you gasping below him as aftershocks of your orgasm zing through you.Â
He pulls out quickly, pulling off the condom with a sharp inhale and you think he looks good like this, all desperate and pathetic for you like you always are for him. You urge him forward, fingers digging into his hips and trying to pull him up your body. He moves easily, coming up so heâs barely resting any weight on your belly, knees on either side of your chest.Â
You cup your breasts, thumbs running over your nipples and pushing them together below him. Heâs looking at you from under his lashes, eyes hooded and lips parted in a silent gasp. It only takes two quick strokes before whatâs been building at the base of his spine snaps and heâs cursing above you, ropes of white covering your chest and neck and catching the piercings too.Â
âPerfect, youâre so perfectâshit.â He works himself through it slowly, his cock twitching and his fingers covered in cum from where itâs dribbled over his fist. Heâs staring down at you with an intensity that makes you blush, eyes taking in every inch of you thatâs marked with him.Â
âLook like a fuckinâ dream with these pretty tits covered in my cum. Fuck, doll, Iâm gonna think about this for the rest of my life.âÂ
All you can do is smile stupidly below him, your heart bursting and your body thoroughly exhausted. He leans down and presses a quick peck to your cheek before heâs shifting off the bed, running to the bathroom and washing off his hand before he comes back with a warm rag, sitting beside you so he can clean you up. His hand hovers over you and you roll your eyes at the little pout heâs wearing as he looks at your boobs.Â
âAre you seriously pouting over cleaning off my boobs right now?âÂ
âWho wouldnât be? They look so pretty like this.âÂ
You reach for the rag with a giggle to do it yourself but he pulls his hand back, shaking his head at you and begrudgingly wiping his cum off your chest with a little sigh thatâs a little endearing.Â
Once you're cleaned up and the condom is in the trash he helps you up so he can pull back the comforter, both of you snuggling in under the coversânaked at his request. His chest is pressed to your back, his heartbeat felt against your skin and it makes you smile into your pillow.Â
His skin is warm against yours, fingers laced beside your head and you lift your chin to place quick kisses against his knuckles.Â
âNow thatâs the kind of reward I could get used to.âÂ
âSteve!â
ââââ-
Itâs the next day and thereâs a soreness between your thighs that has you smiling to yourself while you get ready. You remember this morning, how you woke up to the sight of honey brown hair nestled between your thighs, coaxing you out of your sleep with his tongue on your clit.Â
The best kind of pain, where youâll feel him for days when you walk or when you sit down. It brings a blush to your skin and memories youâll think about forever to your mind.Â
He left shortly after, both of you needing to be away from each other so you could actually get ready for the lunch you had planned with Robin and Eddie this afternoon.Â
A feeling of nervousness settles within you as you get ready for this lunch. Itâs not that you want to keep this from Rob and Eddie, but youâre not what youâd even tell them! These nerves were much more about you and Steve then they were your friends.Â
Would you tell them youâre dating? That you like each other? That youâre just fucking around? This is what made you anxious, what had your hands twisting in your lap on the train and had you so distracted you stumbled right into Eddie outside of the restaurant.Â
âWoah! Caught ya.â He steadies you, smiling down into your worried eyes and a little bit of that anxiety seeps out of you. This is your friend, one of your best friends! Who cares whatâs going on, maybe heâll have some insight that you canât see for yourself.Â
Eddie leads you into the place, a booth in the back already holding Robin and Steve. Theyâre both on one side of it and you can see from here that Steveâs unhappy about not getting to sit by you.Â
You slide in so youâre closest to the wall, legs knocking with Steveâs under the table and the small amount of contact soothes some of the turmoil happening inside of you.Â
Everything is going good, things feel normalâbesides the subtle winks Steve sends your way to get you blushingâand youâre not even worried anymore. The table in front of you is filled with food, everyone reaching over and grabbing whatever sounds good. Arms are crossed over each other and hands get tangled when you reach for fries or mozzarella sticks or an onion ring.Â
Robin is going on about something, youâre not sure what youâve kind of zoned out a little if youâre being honest, when you feel Steve staring at you. You look up to his brows furrowed, confusion laced in his features and you quirk your brow at him, wondering what has him looking at you like that.Â
Itâs when Eddie speaks up beside you, cutting Robin off and bringing everyoneâs attention to him that it makes sense, âHarrington, I appreciate the love but can you stop trying to play footsies with me under the table?âÂ
Steveâs face flames and you canât help the laugh that bubbles up and out of your mouth, hands coming up to try and smother how loud it is. But Steve doesnât recover fast enough, eyes darting to yours sheepishly and thatâs when it clicks for Eddie.Â
âOh. My. God.âÂ
Three sets of eyes fly to Eddie. Robin is confused. You and Steve are looking at Eddie as he looks between the two of you, mouth dropped open in shock and you curse yourself for the storm thatâs coming.Â
âWhat?â Itâs Robin that speaks first, eyes darting between the three of you quickly. You and Steve keep quiet, trying not to give yourselves away but itâs no use. âOh my god.â Thereâs Eddie again, sinister smirk on his lips as he takes his time taking in your pink cheeks and the way Steve wonât make eye contact with him.Â
âOh for the love of god! Someone tell me whatâs going on. I am not a mind reader.âÂ
âRobin, you wonât believe it. These two finally fucked.â A chorus of noises fill your small corner of the restaurant, booth creaking underneath you from where Eddie is practically bouncing in his seat. Robin squeals, hands going to grip Steveâs arms. Steve sighs, letting Robin tug him around like a rag doll in a fit of her excitement. And you gasp, smacking Eddie in the chest the way you do to Steve all the time.Â
But neither of you deny it and that alone sends waves of relief through you. Not that you think Steve would, especially with the way heâs gotten over his bit of embarrassment, adorning his signature smirk and a look of pride as the people around him freak out.Â
You donât know how bad Steve wants to show you off, tell the world and scream it from the rooftops how lucky he is to even get to be around you. Youâre everything heâs ever wanted, sweet and kind but not afraid to challenge him and call him out for his bullshit. God, heâs obsessed with you.Â
Eddieâs rubbing at his chest where you hit him, pouting like a child as if it actually hurt. You hope it did. âDamn, sheâs got some force behind those hits,â He looks from you to Steve, eyes lighting up and you know whatâs coming before he even opens his mouth, âbut you love it, donât ya big boy?âÂ
Your head falls forward to rest in your palm, eyes closed as you try and pretend you're anywhere but here. You think you hear Robin gag from across the table and it forces a laugh out of you. Eyes lifting to meet Steveâs, his teeth are showing and heâs shaking his head like he knows a secret no one else does. His words fill the space around you and make your skin heat under his stare.Â
âOh you have no idea.â ââââââââââââââââââââââââ
(save me steve harrington in a tank top)
@aheadfullofsteverogers i remembered and hope you enjoy đ
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â BEST LIFE
pairings: spencer reid x fem!bau!reader (past), harvey specter x fem!juniorpartner!reader (present)
summary: youâd once been apart of the bau team, but after a situation and a falling out with your boyfriend you moved on. what happens when the bau needs your help on a case, which your boyfriend harvey is also assisting on?
warnings: angsty, asshole harvey cause duh, jealousy (spencer) kisses, cute harvey
wordcount: 1.7k
a/n: this literally sprouted in my mind and i just needed to write it lmao, if you havenât watched suits or criminal minds go right nowâźď¸ theyâre both my husbands đ
when jessica had called you into her office, youâd been calm. apparently one of your cases, which had you and harvey working together, was now of fbi interest. your client was currently suing a company for faulty wiring in his home, which caused it to burn down. and it was apparently not the case at all, the home was suspected to be tied into a serial arsonist.
what you didnât expect was for your client to be accused of being the arsonist.
âyouâre sitting here,â
âuh-huh.â
âtelling me,â
âyup.â
âthat iâm supposed to believe that richard jeena, the fifty three year old little man, is a serial arsonist?â
you shut the file infront of you, meeting harveyâs eye, âsweetheart?â he uncrossed his legs, leaning forwards with a sweet smile, âyes?â you leaned forwards as well, âthat, is exactly what iâm telling you.â harvey leaned back into his chair, disbelief riddling his face.
âand the fbi is flying here?â you nodded along, âfbi agents?â you nodded again, âprobably field agents or whatever theyâre called. theyâll sit in on the trial, survey the scenes, collect evidence and all.â the familiar clicking of donnaâs heels brought a smile to your face, âprofilers.â
your heart dropped with one word, âwhatâd you say?â donna made her way to the two of you, plopping herself down in the chair next to you, âitâs those fbi profilers. yknow, they look at the room and can tell you if heâs left or right handed, blonde, mommy issues and all. nice little packaged criminal profile in seconds.â you couldnât help correcting her, having dealt with your fair share of assumptions in your years as a profiler.
âthatâs not how it works,â harvey swiveled in his chair as donna looked your way, âoh?â harvey smirked as you sighed, âthatâs not how it works, we donât just walk into a room and have it speak to us. we survey the place, fresh eyes and open minds. we look for the things that everyone else seems to miss. we put ourselves in the minds of the criminals themselves, to get a better understanding of them, why they did it and all. you work your way back, start from the victim maybe, see where theyâve been, what they did in the last week, who they talk to. sometimes the killers in their personal circle but not always. every case is different, we try our best to provide an accurate, unbiased profile.â
âi want to take you on my desk, right now.â you rolled your eyes at your boyfriends words as donna stared intently, âwe. you said âweâ, as if you know what they do and their job. oh my god, you use to be one. thatâs the job you had before coming here! you have a degree in criminal justice, and you said your last job you were at for what, seven years?â
âi graduated high school early, entered harvard at a young age, graduated, entered the fbi at the same time as aâ friend. was also studying law, sat the exam in new york since itâs where i wanted to be. finished up at harvard, i was mid to late twenties when i left, wound up here and am now a junior partner, capiche?â
âcould just say your age.â mike stood by the door with a wad of files in his hand, âiâd rather die, mike.â harvey laughed, âplease donât incentivise my lovely girlfriend to killing herself mike.â
âas nice as it is to see you all bonding, and trust me, it hits me right in the heart, jessica wants yourself and y/n in the conference room.â louis spoke from the door as you stood up, âfirst of all, trust with you is fickle, second, tell it to hit you in the face next time lou.â you smacked harveyâs arm as he held his arms up, âfriendly fire, iâll put it out later.â you shoved him by his back before smiling at louis, âiâm sorry about him, heâs not a big fan of the fbi.â louis nodded as he followed you, âduly noted.â
âsheâs right, damn pigs.â harvey joked as you approached the conference room, âyour highness,â you grinned, âyou never treat me so nicely when weâre at home harvey.â he held his hand over his heart, ânow donât lie sweetheart, iâm as nice as mike.â the snort that left your lips had harvey doubling over, âoh please, nice as mike? you wish.â
your giggles were drained from your throat as you stared at half of your old team.
derek morgan, emily prentiss, penelope garcia & spencer reid. the last name, and face youâd still not looked at yet. thankfully, harvey noticed your tenseness, ây/n? sweetheart, you alright?â there it was, that word, sweetheart. spencer couldnât help but wonder, was it just a word? you always use to call him it, before you dated, teasing of course.
âyeah, iâm fine harv.â he nodded, even if he didnât believe you he could always ask later on. pulling out his and yours chairs, you sat next to one another. âharvey specter & y/n l/n?â emily questioned as you nodded, âthe one and only. and then thereâs y/n.â harvey leaned back in his chair, whilst derek stared him down.
what an ass. is what he wanted to say, it was also what he assumed emily was thinking. âemily.â she glanced over at you, surprised at you using her name, âitâs nice to see you all. howâve you been?â and the bewildered expression was wiped clean off your face, no remnant left. you were a damn lawyer, if there was one thing youâd learned, it was to keep a straight face.
penelope smiled, âweâve been good, y/n. but we miss you, back home. youâre a lawyer now huh?â you grinned, âthe one and only.â harvey squeezed your hand, you squeezed back. âyoungest junior partner, ever. my dream. just hoping to make it to senior partner soon, take the title of youngest out from under this guy. iâm happy here, i hope you are too. but down to business.â
and for the next few hours, youâd sat and listened. overlooking the case files, giving statements, reviewing security footage from surrounding houses. at some point mike ended up in the room, having met with your client and being harveyâs associate.
youâd had the pleasure of introducing spencer and mike, the two undeniably similar. you felt comfortable, even betting with penelope that if they touched the world would implode.
âand how much would he loose?â
â127,478.23.â mike and spencer rushed out as the rest of you fought to suppress your smiles, âwell y/n, seems like weâve got a genius-off.â derek laughed as the two men looked towards you, âdonât worry iâll still love you mike.â mike scoffed at your words, âwhat makes you think iâd loose?â
âbecause i know you, and i know reid. trust me, youâd loose.â
reid. not spencer, spence, sweetheart. none of the above, youâd used his last name. as if he was nothing more than a colleague.
âokay, weâve been here for far too long. and as much as iâd like to sit here and slowly rot, iâd rather do that at the restaurant i have booked for dinner with two lovely ladies. y/n and i have a trial date tomorrow, 8.00am. i think, we bring him along, show him whatâs to happen if he doesnât confess, than toast victory champagne when said confession rolls through. howâs that sound?â if derekâs grin was any indicator, besides a big fat yes?
spencer wanted to puke, âlovely ladies?â multiple women? this man was insufferable. you gathered yourself and harveyâs files, a hand gestured towards you, the last file in said hand. âthanks reid.â he smiled, âno problem-o.â your eyebrows furrowed, ânever change do you?â spencer didnât have time to respond, his brain was too busy blowing a fuse as harvey opened the door for you. âready for dinner lovely lady?â they all heard harvey ask as you nodded, the four watched as you walked out, his hand on your back as he pecked you on the lips.
âreid, you alright?â derekâs hand rested on his shoulder, âiâm fine, why wouldnât i be fine? donât we have places to be? hotch would want to know their on our side, that they reviewed all the information. theyâll help us get a confession out of him.â derek sighed, âbecause you just saw your ex, who you havenât seen in years. the one you never got over, happily living in new york as comfortable as possible. a successful business woman and lawyer, happily in a relationship.â
spencer shook his head, âyou donât know that.â emily directed a sympathetic smile his way, âwe sat with them for three hours. we watched them laugh, bounce off of eachother for theories, quite literally finish eachothers sentences. order food for eachother without asking, and get their meals right. they held hands when they could, he continued to call her sweetheart. and now theyâre going out to dinner.â
spencerâs shoulder dropped, they were right. heâd come here excited at the possibility of seeing you again, talking to you. maybe even beginning again with you. instead, youâre apparently with some suited up asshole. he was annoyingly sweet when it came to you though.
as if the whole three hours werenât a slap in the face, harveyâs voice rung out through the hallway, âthereâs my lovely lady!â rachel, who theyâd all met earlier on, was currently guiding a young girl to harveyâs arms. âdaddy!â if hearts were boats, than his was sinking. he may have had a chance beforehand, but now?
âis mommy here?â your daughter was currently situated on harveyâs hip, âwhy donât you hug her and find out?â your arms were out in the open as your daughter squealed before running to you, âdâyou have a fun day with rach?â she nodded her head rapidly as yourself and harvey smiled, he stood behind you, chest to back. his hand rested on your waist as the other moved aside hair from her face, before moving hair from your own.
ânow, my lovely ladies, itâs time for dinner.â
lovely ladies, for once, spencer had made a mistake. harvey was going out with multiple women, but not in the way he thought. his daughter and the mother of his child, you.
his words and actions meant nothing, they would mean nothing. you were happy, so happy. you had everything you wanted, a loving marriage and man, a gorgeous family. something spencer hadnât given you. a man who knew you could hold your own. spencer knew that too, but he couldnât help himself back then.
right now, you were living your best life.
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I told you I was going to do it and here I am lmao. Any who reader and Toji are bumming on the couch watching a movie within the movie there is a spicy scene involving 69 that is mediocre. It gives reader an idea to make a bet with Toji to see who can last the longest. Toji isn't budging at first but when the reader mentions that they want to do in the same position within the movie (something they never did before) he gladly accepts the challenge. I'll leave the plot and ending up to you love. I know you will work your magic for him.
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đđ¨đ§đđđ§đđŹ: Toji x fem/afab! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - masturbation (m! receiving) - 69 position - oral (f! + m! receiving) - impact play (spanking + f! receiving) - overstimulation - clitoral play (licking and sucking) - pet names (baby, doll, mama, pretty thing) - mention of saliva/spit. đ°đ¨đŤđ đđ¨đŽđ§đ: 1.9k
âWowâŚ.this movie kinda sucks.â
âMhmâŚAye, yâre the one who wanted to watch this shit.âÂ
âWell, I mean, at least itâsâŚsemi-enjoyable.â
Toji and you were sitting on the couch, winding down in the living room after a nourishing dinner. One of the many things you liked to do with your man was to watch movies, figuring that would be a perfect thing to do during the downtime to chill and huddle with your man. What you didnât expect, however, was how underwhelming the movie seemed.Â
It was one of those rated R movies batted around within the year, figuring now would be an ideal time to get to it. Welp, it was entertaining enough for you two to continue watching. Now, being midway through, itâs getting a little frustrating to deal with.Â
âOh, okayâŚâ annnnnd now the film has transitioned to an abrupt sex sceneâŚ.how great. âI guess this is why itâs rated R.â
The sex scene you two were watching wasâŚaverage at best. Youâve seen way spicier scenes in your life â hell, literal cringey porn youâve watched with your friends was heavily more explicit than this. There was the rushed kissing, the frantic clothes coming off, no amount of foreplay whatsoever â just heading right into it, exaggerated cries coming from the woman as the guy frantically humps her nude frame.
You observe the scene through a neutral gaze as you lay against Tojiâs side, his arm stretched to your shoulder to keep you close. But then, your head tilts when something on the screen catches your attention.Â
The camera pans to the guyâs face, whoâs lying on the bed as the other straddles them, facing his lower half. For a few seconds, you can only see the guyâs face until the camera follows him going closer to the girlâs ass thatâs hovered before him. His tongue sticks out before he propels his mouth to her bottom, and her muffled moans can be heard off-screen with his grunts.Â
Loud, amateur sounds aside, the position sparked something for you to turn and ask the following to your boyfriend: âHey, Toji?â He hums, feeling the vibration of his voice from your hand on his chest. âHave you ever done that position?â
You can see his eyebrows trench down â not bewildered by your question, but pondering how he could answer truthfully. âMmmâŚI think so? Been a long while, though.â
You nod aimlessly with your eyes glued to the screen, hearing the womanâs whimpers get a bit louder as the guy grasps her ass while âeating her out.â The thought of being on top of Toji and his mouth and hands on your body like that, you had to bite the inside of your cheek to remind yourself not to get tooâ
âWhy you ask; ya horny?â Well, you canât be too modest around this man, huh. You finally turn to look at him, prepared for the smirk he greets you with. A smile is all you reply with. âSorry, baby, I donât know about tonight. Kinda tired.âÂ
For a few seconds, youâre on his side. You understand heâs a little fatigued from work today and only wants to chill with his partner. However, a tiny part of you â the devilish cutie side â takes over and slides your hand from his chest. Down to his hard abs covered by his black wife beater, stopping at his clothed inner thigh, resulting in him hitching his breath.Â
âTired?â You say in a soft tune, your eyes peering down to your hand as it rubs on his thigh, inching further and further in. You take note of Tojiâs fingers tapping on your shoulder â a silent warning. âAre you sure about that?âÂ
âYou better move that hand, Y/n.â His body jolts when your hand creeps up to his groin, motioning around it with provocative kneads.Â
âHmm, why?â You play coy, placing kisses on the underside of his chin. âYou tired of me?âÂ
He throws his head back at your soft lips, attacking his neck while your hand comes to the hem of his sweatpants. A shaky breath is released at the contact of your cold fingers on his warm erection. âHmmmâŚcould never be tired of youâŚ.Ahhh,â your forefinger swipes around the glans.
âThen what are you so scared of?â You keep pressing on, sucking on his skin under your lips. His length gets firmer under your grasp, veins grazed by your fingertips. âScared you wouldnât last longer than me?â
âOhh, donât play with me, Y/n,â Toji grunts, the hand on your shoulder grips your cardigan. His erect cock throbs on your palm, and precum begins to leak out from you, playing with the tip. ââMmmphâŚI already told you I wasnât feelinâ it tonight.â
Liar, you say to yourself, noting him breathing slowly while you massage his balls. âPlease, Toji?â You ask sweetly to his ear, his hand coming down to your waist as you stroke him off. âI never done that position before, but it looks real funâŚI wanna do it with you.âÂ
Toji doesnât give in easily, looking at you with a raised brow. So you throw in another please with an innocent pout and two bats of the eyes to seal the deal. He chortles; how can he say no to you looking at him like that? âBet I can make you lose within the first few minutes.âÂ
You beam at him, âBet I can make you cum first.â
âYâre not gonna last for very long, princess, I can promise you that.â
A smirk pulls your cheeks. âLetâs try it out then.â
And just like that, with a mutual agreement, the challenge was put to the test.Â
So here you are, straddling on top of Toji on the living room couch, both your bottoms and his sweats on the cold floor. Your bare ass out in front of him to see as he lies with his head on the couch pillow. Your front facing his legs, and his dick erected for you to lick and suck on.Â
It started slow in the beginning; Toji massages your asscheeks as you lick around the glans and stroke his girth. âMmmm, just like that, mama,â he praises, egging you on to take in more of him. Your mouth bobbing up and down his shaft, gradually taking in inch by inch until your mouth reaches the hilt. âFuuck, feels so goodâŚâ
You arenât forgotten either, Toji starting with slow licks, his tongue lapping your labia. You mewl on his cock, voluntarily moving your hips to satiate the throbs of your cunt. Shit, you love it when he eats you out, but this position makes you turn on even more â unable to see what heâs doing, letting his hands and tongue speak for himself.Â
And you have to give it to yourself; you mangled to survive for a little while! The first minute was just him warming you up, teasing your folds with swishes to get you real wet as you blow him, his fingers groping your ass as his thumb plays around your ass taint. It all had you riled up, rocking your lower half so much that the man had to station you still for him to feast on your wetness properly.Â
It wasnât until you felt his tongue brush up on your clitoris did shit get serious. One sharp, muffled gasp paired with a jolt from your body. Of course, Toji noticed, his grin coming from ear to ear. âOh, did I do that?â Yes, you did, you bastard. âHeh, you are not ready for this, babyâŚâ
He says this before stuffing his mouth back into your leaky chasm so his tongue could swirl around your slit with vigor so rough that you nearly choked on your gasp for air. ââOohh!! WâWait, Toji, not soâAhhn!â Fast licks have you squirm, prompting your man to keep you on him with his hands on your waist. Itâs hard to concentrate giving Toji a blowjob with him nibbling on your labia before throwing more laps on your clitoris.Â
âWait, Toji, s-stoop; Iâm gonnaâNnaaah!â Your fingers clamp around his girth, howling as he bullies his tongue to enter your vagina, his face buried nose-deep in your ass while sucking on your genitals. âFuuck, oh shit, I canâtâŚOhh, ohhh!!â
And just like that, you release into his mouth before you could even prepare yourself. Your trembling figure jolts with every shock coursing through your body. And Toji drinks your essence with every passing wave, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you straddled above him.Â
Oh fuck, the clarity you experience is mind-blowing every time he eats you out â whimpers escape pretty lips as your sensitive nerves still receive gingerly laps on your soapy folds. That felt way too good, oh my GodâŚ
But it doesnât stop there â no, no. Not with Toji, too pleased with how he made your legs tremble before him. He snickers while spreading your folds, âPretty thing, look at you winking at me...Nnmm, so fuckinâ goodâŚâ
He brings his mouth back to your cunt, and you jerk from the contact as your body is still not rid of the shocks from the previous orgasm. You frantically call for him, trying to writhe your ass away from him. âOhhnn, Toji, wait, let me rest for aâAhhhnn!!â
A sharp pain comes from an abrupt smack to your buttcheek, the skin stinging from the impact of Tojiâs hand. âAht, aht, donât try and run now. You talked big earlier, even when I warned you.â He smacks your ass again, his fingers digging deep into your flesh to pinch. You scream for him â thatâs what he wants. âNow youâre gonna sit right here and let the winner have his fill.âÂ
You canât argue with him from there; Tojiâs hold on you not giving in to your attempts of mercy â same for his mouth on your delicate labia. The noises coming from there are so raunchy, downright erotic, way more than whatever the hell that movie was doing. You could only wail out your cries, eyes spiraling up to your head from every lap to your clit. No point fighting the pleasure, resting your head on his thigh.
But that was short-lived because Toji was quick to correct you with another slap to your butt. Shit came out of nowhere, almost choking on your spit. âCâmon now, doll, you canât leave me hanginâ here. Suck me off, princess.â He rubs the pain on your butt away, yet you know heâd do it again if you werenât compliant.
You bring his fat cock back to your face, licking on the tip while stroking him. You take in the head and suck him in, bobbing your head and coating his length with your saliva. Kisses to his glans result in him burrowing his face into your ass again, hungry lips ravishing your tender insides. Jesus, the way his tongue flicks on your clit has you humming on his cock nonstop.
Oh, God, oh fuuuuck, you remove your lips from Tojiâs dick, yet your hand keeps gliding up and down. ââMwah! Hoohhh, oohhh, TojiiiiâŚ! Again, Iâm gonna cum, againâŚ.KhaaâOhhhhh!!â
The second orgasm hits you hard, more keenly than the last, and your body quivers on top of Toji once again. Whines come from wet lips as you descend into your haze, and your toes curl as Toji doesnât withdraw himself until heâs satiated his thirst with every remnant of your fluids.Â
With every jolt and shock flowing down your frame, you use this time to let your body ride this high out, placing chaste kisses on Tojiâs cock. That is until you feel Toji suck on your folds suddenly. You jump and quake, turning around to beg. âStooohp; let me rest, please!â
He gives you a smug look with a playful smack to your hot, stinging butt. âDone being curious now, mama?â
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â oh and by the way im married (zhongli) .
synopsis !! zhongli neglects to inform his friends that he's married.
contains !! they/them reader but referred to as wife, comedic dialogue
Z H O N G L I
Perhaps it's the fact that you've been married for centuries that informing others didn't seem to be a priority for Zhongli.
It wasn't obvious either. He had his day job and you had yours. To regular couples, the amount of distance you two spend would be a little strange, but time is something you have in abundance so it didn't really matter when you spend a few days apart doing your day jobs.
It was Hutao who brought it up the on the evening's Lantern Rite dinner.
"Aiyaya, it seems like everybody alive and dead has a date for this year's lantern rite."
"Hahaha! And here we are celebrating a feast with new and old friends. It doesn't sound like much of a loss to me." Venti laugjs, pouring himself a drink that threatens to overflow from his hand.
"I'm not saying it's a loss, I'm simply wondering wouldn't some of you want to spend the night with a special someone?" She smirks, eyes scanning the group. Chongyun coughs into his cup as Xiao averts his gaze from the troublemaker.
"If you're asking for my opinion, I'd say everyone here is quite special to me," Lumine smiles warmly before glancing at the two archons and yaksha, "I'm sure there's still time for dating in the future. We're not that old."
"Well. . ." Hutao turns to Zhongli. He raises a brow, placing down his cup.
"May I ask why you're staring at me, Director Hu?"
"No reason~ It's just, as your boss, of course I'm a little bit concerned. Aren't you wasting your youth by not going out on dates, mister Zhongli? I'm sure there's a line of Liyuens who would love toâ"
A burst of laughter comes from the green bard. "Oh, him? On a Lantern Rite date with someone else? (Name) would surely kill him."
"(Name)?" Everyone questions.
"Huh? He didn't tell you?" Venti tilts his head.
Zhongli coughs, "Ah. . . Please don't be concerned about my dating life, Director Hu. After all, I am already married."
Silence.
A cup drops.
Tea spills (literally).
Then,
"Married?!" The restaurant shakes as Hutao and Lumine jolt upright, hands slamming the table.
"Married." Zhongli confirms.
"What! For how long? When? What's their name? Why have you neverâ"
Zhongli hushes, trying to calm his boss from jumping over the table. His face dusts a light pink, perhaps embarrassed by the whole ordeal.
"For a few. . . years now. As you know, they're (Name). And as for why I never mentioned my wife. . ." He glances at the crowd, ". . . I simply forgot."
"You. . . forgot," Xingqiu slowly repeats.
"Yes, it seems I've forgotten to inform everyone. Then again, is it not obvious that I'm a married man?"
Chongyun covers his face in his hands, processing the whole ordeal, "Thinking back. . . mister Zhongli always had a domestic kind of aura. It seems so obvious now."
"Wait, wait, wait! How come I didn't know about this? We work together almost everyday! And why does Venti know! Didn't you two just met! Do you even have a ring?" Hutao interjects, flabbergasted as Zhongli and Venti freezes.
In truth, he does have a ring. One he carved himself made of only the most precious of jade and metal. It has rested under his glove for centuriesâ
Under his glove also hides his draconic arms, golden veins against dark brown, almost scale-like skin. Proof of a entity greater than human.
"Ehe. . . about that," Venti nervously looks away, "I've actually. . . met his wife before!" He covers up, voice laced with enthusiasm.
"Yes, yes, my wife is quite fond of Mondstadt's songs. They've frequently visited the nation before."
"And you don't come along?" Xiangling asks.
"I don't."
The group blinks.
"And what about the ring? I never see you wear a wedding ring." Hutao narrows her eyes.
"That's because I don't wear it." He answers bluntly.
". . . and you never introduced them to us because. . .?" Lumine questions.
"Because . . . I haven't had the time to?"
Hutao rests back on her chair, her eyes glazed in judgment, "No offense mister Zhongli, but you seem like a terrible husband. If you don't get your act straight, I'd say your marriage won't last."
His jaw drops. Venti laughs.
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"Darling, am I a terrible husband?"
"No? What makes you think that?"
"No reason. Although I believe we should try dating publicly."
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"No reason. But perhaps it's about time I show you off to the public more."
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Go on and possess me
Hi, my name is Ethan Baker. I'm about to graduate this year at my high school. Me and friend, Matthew, are gonna go to the same university so I'm really excited to go. Unfortunately my girlfriend, Betty, is gonna go to a uni in a different state. I really love her and we spoke about long distance, but ever since I mentioned, that I wouldn't go to the same uni as her, I started to feel that she was sort of slipping away from me. I truly love her, so I started working out and even joined the football team. She seemed proud of me, but there was still tension between us. We still want to fix our relationship, but I don't know what else to do.
Monday 7 PM
Ethan was chilling in his room, watching Tiktoks when his sister, Chloe, suddenly stormed into the room with a weird grin on her face.
Chloe:"Sup, twerp"
Ethan:"You need something? No? Piss off."
Chloe got close to him and sat on the bed. "Oh, don't be like that. I come in peace. Actually, I was thinking you could give me a review of my new bra." she took off her shirt and squeezed her breast while looking at Ethan. "It makes them look nice doesn't it?"
Ehtan:"What the fuck, Chloe?!?"
Chloe:"Oh Ethan. How I miss a human touch on my tits. I need someone to fondle them, to kiss them." she got close to shove herself against Ethan, but he moved away quickly and jumped off the bed, clearly weirded out.
Ethan:"What the hell is wrong with you? Are you NUTS?"
Chloe started laughing hysterically, but it wasn't her usual laugh. "Dude, I can't believe I managed to prank you. You should see your face."
Ethan:"Chloe? What is going on?"
Chloe:"Man, It's ME! Matt! I found a ring and I got the power to possess someone. First I possesed our dog and couldn't get out for hours. I really wanted to let you know, but I accidentally possesed Chloe. So I thought I'd mess with you a bit."
Ethan:"This is not possible. If... if you're really Matt, tell me something Chloe wouldn't know."
Matt:"Let's see. Party in the cabin, truth or dare. You were dared to make out with me in front of everyone, but you chickened out. But later in the evening when we were alone and drunk, we made out. But you claimed you're not a homo. Haha."
Ethan:"Fuck. Matt? How the fuck is this possible? Is it reversible?"
Matt:"I don't know, but I managed to get out of our dog, so let's see." Chloeâs face made a grin as if she was really trying to concentrate. Suddenly a figure trying to get out of her body appeared. And after a few seconds Matt stood behind Chloe.
Chloe looked around confused:"How did I get here?"
Matt:"You came to scream at us for being loud."
Chloe:"Right. Yeah, stay quiet you idiots." she left not noticing that her shirt was missing
Ethan:"Why doesn't she care?"
Matt:"Don't know, but I had this feeling after leaving her body, that I can manipulate her memories for a while."
Ethan:"Holy shit. I can't believe it. You have a super power. Can you imagine what we can do with that? You can erase our bad grades as our teacher, you can send us money as some millionaire."
Matt:"Or I can possess a hot chick and you can fuck me."
Ethan:"That's disturbing, man. Besides I am loyal to Betty."
Matt:"Right. The girl that won't allow you to fuck her."
Ethan:"Shut up. At least I have a girlfriend. Let's talk about your power."
The two spend hours in Ethan's room trying to come up with a plan how to improve their lives. Their main concern was to get revenge on a bully, posses teachers to get better grades and maybe later on get some cool stuff as well.
Matt looked concerned:"Ethan, I'm not really sure about possessing a guy."
Ethan:"Why?"
Matt:"Possesing a dog was easy. Your sister was a bit of an accident, but she struggled too. So I'm worried that a strong guy would be able to resist me."
Ethan:"I guess you'll have to try and see."
Matt:"I might have a better idea." Matt looked deep into Ethan's eyes.
Ethan:"No, way. I'm not letting you possess me. I know what kind of a pervert you are."
Matt:"Come on, I need to practice. And what a better chance to do it than fail later on?"
Ethan thought about it for a while. "Fine. But you'll let me see what you're doing or leave me if it won't be possible. Ok?"
Matt:"Deal"
The two of them got up and stood across each other.
Matt had a grin on his face, while Ethan didn't seem really pleased with the idea of his friend controlling his body.
Matt:"Ready?"
Ethan:"Seriously, no touching."
Matt:"Promise"
Matt stepped against Ethan and dived into him. Ethan felt as if some force was trying to pressure him from all sides. He tried to resist, but it was so much stronger.
He didn't know what happened in the following moments, but a flash from his phone "woke him up".
Ethan:"What the... Matt. Matt?!?" he heard his voice, but he didn't see his mouth move
Ethan's body posed in front of the mirror taking a photo with his shirt off
Matt:"Finally. I didn't know how to wake you up. I knew the flash would help."
Ethan:"And my shirt off would help you how?"
Matt:"I thought if I'd do anything you wouldn't agree with, it would wake you."
Ethan:"Right. Am I really suppose to believe that?"
Matt:"Maybe I just checked myself out in the mirror, just to look at your football body. I haven't even got the chance to flex yet. All I noticed was your nice figure and your tight ass jeans. Honestly, looking good bro."
Ethan:"Thanks. At least someone thinks so. Jesus, this is so weird. Seeing my body move without me controlling it."
Matt:"Can you feel anything?"
Ethan:"Yeah, I think I can. So far I felt every movement. But I'm not sure if I can feel everything"
Matt took Ethan's index finger, licked it and pushed it into Ethan's ear.
Both of them felt that disgusting feeling.
Ethan:"Why did you do that?"
Matt:"Now we know you feel everything. But if you wanna be sure, I can push it in your ass."
Ethan:"No! Ok, we know what we needed, right? You can leave me now."
Matt smiled mischievously. "We haven't even had any fun like this. It's the first out of many times we're sharing a body, just imagine what it's gonna be like to get drunk, to eat, to take a shit together, to cum or fuck someone."
Ethan:"You're not doing that in my body. Forget about that."
Matt turned to the mirror again and scanned his body.
Matt:"Honestly. What's up with Betty? You look really great, man. I don't know what her problem is." he finished speaking and started unbuttoning his pants.
Ethan:"What are you doing? We had a deal"
Matt:"Relax. I just wanna check you out in your boxers. See what the deal is about." The jeans felt on the floor.
Matt:"Woah. Look at you. Looking good, Ethan. And check out these guns. I really don't understand that bitch. If I were her, I'd fuck you the first chance I'd get."
Ethan:"Don't talk about her like that. She... she just doesn't know what she wants."
The doorbell rang. Chloe went to answer the door.
Chloe screamed.l:"Ethan! It's Betty."
Matt:"Ooooh, this is gonna be fun. LET HER IN!"
Ethan:"Matt, you have to leave. You can't talk to Betty. You'll screw it up for me."
Matt:"Relax. At least we'll see if it's not you she's worried to have sex with."
Ethan:"Matt, don't you dare. You promised."
Matt:"Shhh. No more talking."
Betty:"Who are you talking to?"
Matt:"Hey, honey. No one. Just talking to myself. What's up?"
Betty:"Ethan. I came to talk to you. I didn't want to do it over the phone."
Ethan:"She's gonna break up with me. Fuck."
Betty:"I really thought for a long time about us, but..."
Ethan felt as if a giant weight was lifted from him. It took him a moment, but he could move again. On his own.
Betty:"... but I decided that we should take next step in our relationship."
Ethan wasn't sure, what happened to Matt, but he was really surprised by Betty's response. "Wait, really?"
Betty:"Yes. I'm ready."
Ethan couldn't believe it. It was finally about to happen.
They collapsed on the bed, embracing each other. Ethan started making out with her, while her body pressed on his hardening bulge. Ethan took off her shirt and touched her breasts. Betty touched his hard dick over the boxers amd then slid her hand in his boxers and started jerking him off. Ethan kissed Betty's neck which caused her to moan.
Betty:"Oh yeah. Fuck me."
Ethan:"You're so hot, Betty."
Betty:"Finger me!"
Ethan was shocked by her new horny attitude, but slid his hand down and pushed one finger in.
Betty:"Ohh yeah. That's the stuff, dude."
Ethan:"Dude?!? Matt?!?" Ethan jumped away from him. "What the fuck?! You can't do stuff like this. To me or Betty. This is not right."
Matt was now enjoying his breasts and looking seductively at Ethan. "You know you want to fuck me, Ethan. I have been a bad, bad girl."
Ethan:"No, not like this. I want you to leave. her body"
Matt in Betty's body:"Fine, but I'm not promising anything else this time." Betty's hand reached out to Ethan. The same feeling, but now much stronger took over Ethan.
Ethan body continued to move over to Betty. "You're so hot, Betty. "
Betty looked around confused. She was shocked as she found her own fingers in her vagina and the other hand fondling her breasts. "What... what happened?"
Matt:"You said you were ready and then you threw yourself at me."
Betty:"I... I have to go. I'm... I'm sorry, Ethan. I can't..." she grabbed her stuff and stormed through the door of Ethan's bedroom.
Matt:"You could at least suck me off. Ah... whatever. We don't need her, right Ethan?"
Matt closed the door and approached the mirror.
Matt:"Look at us, Ethan. We are so hot. The abs, the nipples. The hairless body. The muscles. We can have anyone. We can fuck anyone."
Ethan:"Matt, stop this. I know the power is taking over your mind. But I can help you control this. Just leave my body."
Matt:"Ethan, don't worry. I won't do anything you wouldn't do, man. I'm still your friend." an evil grin appeared on Ethan's face.
Matt:"Have you thought about gay sex, Ethan? You would be really popular in the gay community."
Ethan:"You just said you wouldn't do anything I wouldn't..."
Matt:"That's why I'm asking. I'm just checkinh what my options are right now."
Matt:"Well, we still haven't had proper time to explore our new shared body together, right?"
Ethan:"Matt, you have a great body of your own. Or you could take over someone else. Some jock maybe."
Matt:"But I'm you now. I want to get us to know each other better. Don't you want to be better friends? I mean. I could possess your sister again. That would be more fun."
Ethan:"Ok, fine. You can stay. But be respectful. No exploring in my body. I can see you moving my hand close to my dick every second. And stop looking at my body. It's creepy."
Matt turned around from the mirror. His head tilted to the side. "You're no fun, Ethan. We could already be jerking off your nice dick, instead we're having a fight here."
Ethan:"It's really creepy, man. Like... what if I would do the same to you in your body?"
Matt:"That's sounds hot. Come on, man. You know you're excited to try it out."
Ethan didn't reply, which Matt took as an approval and threw off his briefs. As soon as he did he looked back at his reflection.
Matt:"God daaaaaamn, Ethan. Look at yourself. You're a hot piece of meat. It feels amazing to have your body."
Ethan:"...thanks, I guess"
Matt:"And let's take this little guy for a spin."
Ethan:"Yet I'm bigger than you."
Matt:"Bigger, but not the biggest I saw. Oh wow, you're a grower I didn't expect that, it's really getting bigger and it's so hard, oh my god. You should shaved Ethan. It would make it look even bigger."
Ethan:"Matt, this is too gay for me. I don't think I want to continue."
Matt:"Hold on, I'm just about to start." Matt started stroking Ethan's dick. He went slowly first, but the built up hormones in Ethan's body forced him to go faster. Ethan felt a wave of pleasure hit him too. He didn't jerk off very often, so this was pleasant and even more so that someone else was doing it to him, for him. Someone was really appreciating his body.
Ethan:"Fuuuck. Matt. Go faster."
Matt smiled. He sped up and started humping Ethan's palm to the rhytm. Matt couldn't keep his hands off his new body. He kept returning back to his muscles, but what interested him the most were his new sensitive nipples. He stroked them while jerking off.
Matt:"Ethan. I love... your body so much"
Ethan:"I love having you in me too. I want to cum with you. Make me cum, please!!!"
Matt went closer to the mirror. The furious movements of the hand forced him to moan out loud. He was so close.
The stream was impressive. It reached a height that Matt didn't even expect and landed on the mirror.
Matt smiled, all sweaty:"Wow. You're quite a good shot. I would have gone further away from the mirror if I had known that."
Ethan felt the clarity earlier than Matt. He just let his best friend jerk his body off. This was so strange.
Ethan:"So what's the plan for tommorow? Who do you want to possess first?"
Matt:"We should try Jack and bully all his friends as a revenge. What do you think?"
Ethan:"That sounds great. We sho..." Ethan's voice faded from Matt's mind, but Matt didn't seem concerned. He got close to the mirror and looked deep into his new eyes.
Matt:"Sorry, Ethan. But I want to enjoy your body now in more privacy. I'm sure you understand." he kissed his reflection and started licking the mirror, making his way to the cum pouring slowly on the mirror surface.
Matt:"Ew, Ethan. That's for not eating enough sugar. I'll fix that for you. But now I got something to fix for you."
Matt took out Ethan's phone and called Betty. "Hey, Betty. Do you mind If I'd come over? I want to know if you're ok. You were so different before. So fearless and READY. I was really weirded out, but actually happy to see that. Really? Huh. That's strange. Well I can go to your house and we can talk about it. Ok, see you in a few minutes."
Matt locked the phone and headed to the bathroom, where he knew that Ethan had condoms ready.
He approached the mirror. Looked back at himself and said:"Congratulations, Ethan. You're not gonna be a virgin anymore. I'll give Betty a great time. Don't worry. Not like you should worry at all, you can't hear me and it's not like I'd give you your body back anytime soon. Haha."
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Always Second Choice
A/N: Iâve been in such a fluffy mood omg. Please enjoy a fantasy Iâve been thinking about all day.
TW: PURE FLUFF, some alcohol use, sad boi hours, sappiness, BUT HAPPY ENDING đ
âWhy canât I be someone that a person loves first?â
Youâd had a wild night of drinking with Phoenix after running into your ex. Seeing him always made you want to go all out, mainly because you wanted to forget about him and what he did to you. Itâd been a year since you caught him in bed with another woman and you still freak out whenever you run into him at the grocery store.
Tonight wasnât an exception. You had called Natasha to come drink with youâwho called Bradley and Jakeâbecause you desperately needed to take shots of tequila after you saw your ex with the girl he cheated on you with. She was pregnant.
âWhy couldnât he have loved me?â You had cried after three shots. âWhy wasnât I the one he chose? Why am I always someoneâs second choice?â
After another three and a half shots, Jake told you to call it night.
That was the thing about Jake, he was one of the best friends you could ever ask for. No matter whatâor whoâ he was doing, he dropped everything to make sure you were okay and safe. Itâs part of the reason why you fell for him, and hard. He was the first person youâd fully loved with your whole heart. But given that you both worked together and he saw you strictly as a friend, you knew it wouldnât have worked. And then there was his man-whore ways. He wouldnât give that up to be with someoneâlet alone you.
You had drunkenly told an extremely inebriated Nat and Bradley a sloppy goodbye before Jake scooped you up and over his shoulder and gentle walked and placed you in his truck.
Heâs carried you up the stairs of your shared two bedroom house and gently laid you on your bed. Even helping you undress and put on an oversized t-shirt with some basketball shorts.
âIâll be right here if you need me,â he told you before kissing your forehead and smoothing your hair.
âYou promise?â You asked.
âI promise, darling.â
You had woken up with a startle and began to panic before realizing you were home and in your bed. Flashes of the night popped into your mind and you groaned before remembering that Jake was on the floor of your room.
âJake,â you whisper. You knew heâd still be there. He promised he would.
âYeah?â He groggily whispers back. He mustâve been asleep.
âWhy did you bring me home? Donât you have people to see?â
âKinda,â he groans as he sits up from the carpeted floor and turns to look at you with squinted eyes. âAnd I brought you home because you were babbling at the bar.â
âOh, why are you still here? I thought you were on a date?â You ask.
âYou remember that?â He chuckled. âYou had nearly seven shots.â
âItâs all kinda popping into my mind,â you admit. âIâm sorry I kept you from her, whoever she was.â
âItâs fine. I was gonna cancel our hookup anyway.â
âWhy?â You dared to ask.
âI had better things to be doing,â he says, turning those green eyes on you with so much kindness, you felt like you were melting.
You turn away abruptly and nod, feeling your hair fall around your face. You feel Jakeâs fingers brush against your forehead before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear with a smile.
âNow what did you mean at the bar?â Jake asks. âYou know, about being someone second choice?â
You hesitate. As much as you loved Jake, you damn sure were not going to be telling him this...at least not now.
"Nothing, I was drunk as hell," you say instead.
Jake lifts a brow before sighing and standing from the floor, looking down at you from the side of the bed. "Scoot over, the floor is hard as fuck."
You laugh but scoot over, allowing Jake to climb into bed with you with a loud sigh. His arm brushes next to your arm before settling on top, his hand squeezing yours.
"You're my first choice," he whispers.
Your heart flutters at the thought of being his first choice but then stops when you realize he probably means it in a platonic way.
"Thanks," you mutter. "At least I'm someone's first choice."
Jake shuffles to face you, a frown forming on his brow. "I mean it, Y/N. You're my first and only choice."
"Okay, Jake." You're not convinced but at least the heart was in the statement.
"Y/N," he starts, cupping your face. "Why do you think I cancelled my date?"
"To take care of my drunk ass," you chuckle.
"No," he smiles. "Because I'd hate to know Bradley's hands were the ones drying your tears, dressing you. I hate the thought of having anyone other than me taking care of you. You're my girl."
"Your girl?"
"My number one," he starts. "My day one. My ride or die. My love. Don't think I haven't noticed how annoyed you get when I'd pick up girls at Hard Deck."
Your heart was pounding in your chest. You couldn't believe Jake was telling you this, that he noticed your annoyance.
"Why are you telling me this?" you ask.
He caresses your cheek before whispering, "You know why."
"No, I don't," you whisper back.
"Then let me show you."
Before you can react, Jake is sitting up and pressing his lips onto your forehead. He peppers kisses down your cheeks and nose before hovering over your lips. Heâs panting softly, smiling down at you before he fully leans in.
His soft lips brush against yours and tentatively peck at them. Only when you wrap an arm around his neck does he deepen the kiss, smothering you in the best way imaginable.
His lips are wander and explore yours like an archeologist would an Egyptian tomb. His tongue pushes past your lips, wrestling with your own the taste of alcohol mixed with something sweet lingering.
Jake snakes his hand to the back of your neck, cradling your head in his hand.
âOh, Y/N.â He moans into your mouth. âIâve been waiting to kiss you.â
See to him, youâve been the girl heâs been dreaming about. The one he thinks of before he goes to bed. The one he needed to distract himself from because he didnât feel like you had feelings for him. Heâs loved you from the very moment you walked onto the tarmac and chewed his ass out for flying recklessly. Heâs loved you every day, every minute, every second.
Only now, when he saw you crying about being chosen second, did he think to make his move.
To hell with the friendship. He wanted more.
âJake,â you breathlessly reply when he kisses down your neck. âYou canât mean that. Itâs the alcohol talking.â
He stops kissing you, looking deep into your eyes and turning serious.
âY/N, when I tell you Iâve been waiting to kiss you, I mean it. From the moment you walked onto the tarmac two years ago, to now. Now god damnit, let me kiss you.â
So you did.
#jake hangman fic#glen powell#fanfic#jake hangman seresin#glen powell x reader#hangman x reader#hangman x you
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Of Curly Hair and Fashion Shows
Lando Norris x Reader
Summary: You are a runway girl. You always have been. And finally, your boyfriend decided to come to one of your shows. The only thing that made him nervous? You would be walking in wedding dresses.
When you invited him to one of your shows you expected him to be busy, you didnât actually think he would come.
But he did.
He was there, front row.Â
And there you were. In the meter piece. The most beautiful dress.
A white dress.
A gorgeous wedding gown.
You were both excited and nervous at the same time for Lando to see you like this.
The two of you have been together long enough for people to ask questions about marriage and children. Even you two had a talk about it.
But this⌠this felt like fuel to the fire.
It was almost your time, you were ready.
Wedding season was in bloom, so it was no surprise that the centrepiece for the fashion show would be a wedding dress.
But not just any wedding dress.
The corset was made out of a sheer material, showing your skin, just a little, it was a true princess wedding dress. But the most impressive part was all the flowers.
Flowers made of fabrics, silk and lace.
It was stunning, you looked stunning.
You felt gorgeous.Â
And then, you heard the countdown and it was your time to go.
You were thankful for all the lights to be right in your eyes.
You couldnât see anyone, while all they could see was you.
All Lando could see was you and how amazing you looked.
His mind truly was blank. All he could think about was you.
His mind began to wander. He imagined you walking down the aisle. He imagined you smiling at him, saying yes and finally becoming his wife.
He looked up into your eyes and this was when you finally saw him.
It was only for a split second, but you could tell. He was thinking about the same things as you were.
A wedding.
But then, your eyes shifted to his curly hair.
Oh, how sexy he was with his beautiful hair.
No one noticed anything about your inner monologue.Â
You were a professional after all.
Nothing showed on your face.
You walked back.
You still had one walk to do, the end and then a simple pose with the designer.
It was simple, it was your job and you were good at your job.
You softly smiled as the designer explained her vision for the collection and for the wedding dress.
âThis is my first wedding dress. After me and my ex have together for almost ten years, he still refused to ask me to marry him. I broke up with him, moved away and now, here I am. This is the dress I wanted to, I made it.â Her words really stung with Lando.
He knew most women wanted a wedding after being together for so long. He feared you would leave him. You were a very capable woman, beautiful at that. Any man would be happy to marry you.Â
But he wanted you.
âDonât think just because Iâm wearing a white dress you need to drop on one knee.â He heard you talk and then laugh. âI do look good tho, huh?â You swirled in one place, smiling as Lando looked at you up and down.
âYou look drop-dead gorgeous, Love.â
âIâm happy that you are here.â
âMe too. You looked so stunning up there, a true professional.â
âI am. You drive your fast car, I look stunning in dresses.â He laughed a little at that, pulling you closer to kiss your cheek.Â
âAnd you do look stunning.âÂ
âAnd you do drive fast.â You smiled. âI have to go change soon.â
âJust- Just one minute.â He held your hand and twirled you around once, watching the fabric move with your movement. He pulled you in for a sweet kiss this time, with his hand around your waist, it all felt too perfect.
âI like your hair like this.â You said as you allowed your fingers to run through and play with his curls. He smiled.
âI really should come to see more of your shows.â
âI do have a Victoria's Secret runway next week.â His eyes shined.
âI will be there.âÂ
He said and you knew he said it as more like a promise than anything.Â
/YOU DO NOT HAVE PERMISSION TO TRANSLATE OR REUPLOAD ANY OF MY WORKS TO THIS OR OTHER PLATFORMS/
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Of Lions and Mice
Leona Kingscholar x Reader
Reader is intended to be female
Masterlist
Leona was annoyed.
Once again, his golden goody-two-shoes older brother decided to shirk his responsibility of being a father and dump the overexcited, disgustingly bright-eyed crown prince on him for the day. And not only that, it had to be today of all days - a rare day where you were free from picking up Crowleysâ slack, where the loudmouthed, nattering extras that always followed you were otherwise preoccupied (and bribed to bugger off with a bag full of tuna), where he was certain heâll spend the day in bed with you right next to him.Â
But no. Just like with everything else in his miserable existence, his dreams were crushed and he had to spend the day playing caretaker to his nephew instead of wrapped up with you. Whatâs worse was that, youâd decided to carry the pint-sized load off of his back and gave your undivided attention to the cub when it should have been rightfully his. How he hated that selfless nature of yours, that sweet, caring, gentle nature that would make you look at anyone that wasnât him with that loving gaze, that would make you brush your fingers through Chekaâs golden orange curls the same way you would Grimâs fur or the stray cats youâd find around campus or any other being instead of his mane.Â
He hated just how loving you were, how your eyes could see the beauty in everything.
How, now that itâs late at night, and heâs closed his eyes and pretended to sleep in his attempt to actually get some shut eye and so that the little hairball would quit bothering him but Cheka just continues yapping.
Even in the darkness under his eyelids, he could feel you cast a worried look his way from the spot where his bed sags a little.
âHey Cheka,â your sweet, dulcet voice (which is currently being used to please his nephew and not sooth him to sleep with the sweet nothings it usually does) pipes up, âhow about I tell you a bedtime story from my world?â
âA bedtime story?!â Wow, even with his eyes closed he could see the stars coming out of his nephew's eyes, âyes please!â
Once the little cub has settled into bed, he asks you, âdo you know any stories from your world with lions in them?
âAny ones with lions? Hmm, well, I suppose I could tell you about Narnia but I think you might be a bit too young for that and - wait,â you punctuated your words with a snap of your fingers, âI know a short one. There was this man called Aesop who wrote these short stories called fables.â
âWhatâs a fable?â Cheka asked, his words covered in that innocently curious lilt that all six year olds seemed to have during every occasion Leona wished they wouldnât - and that was all of them.
You, however, seemed to have much more patience than him, âA story with a moral in them. Like, always be honest, or share, or work together, that sort of thing. I had a book of them when I was younger and I really enjoyed reading them.â
Figures. Of course, the shining beacon of sickeningly polite goodness grew up with such stories. He wouldâve teased you for that but he had a child who heâs still trying to convince he was asleep.
âThat sounds so cool, Aunty Y/N! Will you tell me more?â
âOf course, I will,â he can hear your smile, âbut Iâll tell you them later, okay. Now, itâs time for you to rest.âÂ
âOkay, Aunty Y/N.â
âAlright so,â you clear your throat, âthere was once a lion that lay asleep in his den. A shy little mouse came upon him and in her fright she ran away, only whilst doing so she accidentally ran over his head, waking him up.â
âOh no,â Cheka gasped, âthat lion is going to be so angry if he wakes up.â
Oh, so the little hairball does have a brain after all.Â
âYouâre right. Furious that he had been woken up, the big lion slammed a paw down on the tiny mouse and grabbed her by the tail. Holding her up, he growled at her,â here you made your voice noticeably deeper, trying to imitate a gruff growl, ââHow dare you wake me up! I am the king of beasts and anyone who interrupts my slumber deserves to die! I shall kill you and eat you!ââ
It took everything within Leona to not burst into laughter at your adorable imitation of a âbig scary lionâ. Itâs a voice youâve used before whenever you tease him, playfully repeating the words his old self would have said to you, and itâs one that heâs rather fond of.Â
He loves and respects you, Herbivore, and heâs the first to attest to your formidability and capability - even though you have the annoying tendency to not only blur the line between bravery and reckless stupidity but also play skipping rope with it - but intimidating you are not.Â
âThis scared the terrified mouse even more. Shaking with fear, she begged for him to let her go,â you make your voice higher at this part, squeaking in a way that oddly suited you, in Leonaâs not so humble opinion, ââplease, your majesty, I beg of you, please donât eat me. It was only a mistake and if you let me go Iâll be sure to repay you. If you spare my life one day, I might even save yours.ââ
âThe lion looked at the tiny creature and laughed, amused at how such a small mouse could ever be of use to an animal as powerful as him, âYou? Save me? How absurd. Youâve made me laugh and put me in a good mood so I shall be generous and let you go.â
âThank you, your majesty, thank you,â the mouse squeaked as she was put back on the ground, before scurrying away as fast as fast as her little legs could carry her.â
âYay, so the mouse is free.â Cheka giggled.
âHe is,â you said, âbut thereâs still more left. A few days later, the lion was prowling around when out of nowhere he was caught in a hunterâs net. Try as he might, he couldnât get out of it. He tossed and turned, roaring angrily as he struggled to escape.â
âWait, so now the lionâs in trouble. Howâs he going to get out?â Cheka asked in worry.Â
âYouâll see. Hearing his cries, the mouse followed the sound, recognising it from the lion he met earlier.
âI have to help him,â she squeaked as she scampered towards him.â
Upon seeing the lion in the net, she said, âhold still your majesty, Iâll get you out!â
And she quickly started to nibble on the ropes with her sharp little teeth, biting until all they broke apart. It wasnât long until the lion was free.â
âSo the mouse saved him. Was it because the lion helped him earlier?â
âIt certainly was Cheka. âThank you, little mouse,â the lion said, âI laughed at you and didnât think you could ever help me but you saved my life.â
âIt was my turn to help you.â The mouse replied, ânever forget that even a creature as small as a mouse can help a lion.â
And thatâs the end,â you say.
âThank you, Auntie Y/N, I really enjoyed that. Do you think the lion and mouse became friends after that?â
âYou are very welcome, Cheka. I think they did. They did help each other, after all. Now I think itâs time to go to sleep.â
And once you were sure that the crown prince was asleep, you made your way next to your boyfriend, running your fingers through chestnut locks, âdid you enjoy that little story, Leona.â
He opens his eyes to see your endeared smile. Rolling over so that he could wrap his arms around your waist he muses, âit seems awfully familiar donât you think? A scared little herbivore wakes up a sleeping lion and ends up saving him later.â
âIâll have you know, Your Highness, that I was never scared of you. Even when you were a rude old brute who threatened to knock out one of my teeth. And Iâm certainly not little.â
âYeah, yeah, whatever you say.âÂ
He pulls, letting you flop down on his bed beside him so that he can spoon you.
âSweet dreams, little mouse,â he kissed your forehead, âI hope you know that I donât ever intend on letting you go. Not after you helped in ways you could never even imagine.â
And so the lion fell asleep, holding the prey who rescued him from the confinement of his past safely in his arms.
#leona kingscholar x reader#twst#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x reader#fem reader
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