#yeah. he really did make that joke. i hate him
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soft beginnings | s.jy
pairing: dad-to-be!jake x mom-to-be!reader
synopsis: you and jake are getting ready for your baby, but jakeâs full of doubts about fatherhood. with plenty of laughter, love, and tiny socks, you learn that even the smallest moments can mean the world.
warnings: fluff!, jake has self-doubt but itâs adorable dont worry >< reader is pregnant if that is not clear (i love pregnant tropes actually because itâs cute hehe)
wc: 1.1k
a/n: ive been writing a lot lately since im currently on semester break but enjoy ^^
jake sat on the nursery floor, holding a pair of impossibly small socks between his fingers like they were some kind of alien artifact. his brows were furrowed, lips pressed into a pout that you wouldâve called adorable if he wasnât so deadly serious.
âokay, babe,â he said finally, holding the socks up for emphasis. âthese cannot be for a human. i donât care what you say.â
you couldnât help itâyou burst out laughing from your spot on the rocking chair, where you were sorting through a mountain of baby clothes. âjake, theyâre for a newborn. theyâre supposed to be that tiny.â
he squinted at the socks like they might reveal their secrets if he stared long enough. ânope. sorry. these are for a hamster. or maybe a very small rabbit.â
âare you calling our baby a rabbit?â you teased, grinning as you leaned back in the chair.
âiâm just saying,â he continued, waving the socks around like he was making a grand point. âwhat if their feet donât fit? what if their toes are too big? i donât even know what baby feet look like!â
you laughed so hard that tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. âyouâre ridiculous.â
âiâm serious!â he insisted, though the twitch of his lips betrayed him. âwhat if i try to put these on and they just⌠fall off? or what if i lose one? itâs not like i can run to the store and ask for replacement jellybean-sized socks!â
that did itâyou dissolved into giggles, your belly shaking as you leaned forward. âjake, youâre going to be fine,â you said, wiping your eyes. âi promise, putting socks on a baby isnât as hard as you think.â
he flopped dramatically onto his back, groaning. âiâm not ready for this.â
âyou are,â you said, crawling over to him and sitting on your knees by his side. you rested your chin on his chest, tilting your head to look up at him. âyouâre going to be the best dad ever.â
he gazed down at you, his expression softening, but you could still see the hint of doubt in his eyes. âyou really think so?â
âi know so,â you said, reaching up to brush a strand of hair out of his face. âyouâve got the dad jokes down already. the rest is just practice.â
he groaned again, dragging a hand down his face. âyeah, but what about the important stuff? like⌠like making bottles. or changing diapers! do you know how many straps and tabs those things have? itâs like trying to assemble IKEA furniture!â
you snorted, pressing your forehead to his chest as you laughed. âitâs not that bad.â
âit is that bad,â he said, sitting up suddenly. his hands flailed a bit as he tried to explain. âand what if i donât wake up when the baby cries? orâor what if i hold them wrong? what if i drop them? oh my god, what if i donât know how to swaddle? theyâre gonna hate me.â
âjake.â you placed your hands on his cheeks, forcing him to look at you. âtake a deep breath.â
he inhaled shakily, his wide eyes locking onto yours.
âyouâre not going to drop the baby,â you said firmly. âor hold them wrong. and even if you mess up the first swaddle, or it takes you a few tries to get the diaper right, itâs okay. youâll figure it out.â
he didnât look entirely convinced, so you leaned closer, your voice softer now. âdo you remember when we first got peanut?â
he blinked, his brows furrowing. âour dog?â
âyeah. you were so nervous about training him. you kept googling everything, and you were convinced he was going to hate you because you couldnât get him to sit on command.â
jake huffed, his lips twitching into a reluctant smile. âokay, yeah, but peanut was a little menace at first.â
âhe was,â you agreed, grinning. âbut you didnât give up. you were so patient and sweet with him, and now he listens to you better than he listens to me.â
jake let out a soft laugh, his shoulders relaxing a bit.
âitâs going to be the same with the baby,â you said, brushing your thumbs gently over his cheekbones. âyouâre going to love them so much that none of the little mistakes will matter. and theyâre definitely not going to hate you for struggling with a diaper or two.â
âyou sure about that?â he asked, his voice quieter now.
âabsolutely,â you said, smiling.
he sighed, leaning forward to rest his forehead against yours. âwhat would i do without you?â
âprobably drown in a pile of tiny socks,â you teased, laughing softly.
âyouâre not wrong,â he muttered, but he was smiling again.
you both sat there for a moment, the quiet hum of the nursery filling the air. then jake pulled back slightly, his hand drifting to your belly.
âhey, little one,â he murmured, his voice soft and warm. âjust so you know, your momâs the best person in the world. so if i mess up, sheâs gonna make sure youâre taken care of. and if you could, uh⌠maybe go easy on me with the diapers, thatâd be great.â
you laughed, swatting at his shoulder. âstop making deals with the baby!â
âwhat? iâm just saying!â he said, grinning.
he leaned down and pressed a kiss to your belly, murmuring something too quiet for you to hear. when he sat up again, his eyes were brighter, his usual spark returning.
âokay,â he said, grabbing the tiny socks and holding them up like a trophy. âweâre definitely framing these.â
âi knew youâd come around,â you said, smiling as you kissed his cheek.
the rest of the afternoon was spent folding onesies and arranging books on the shelves, with jake tossing out ridiculous questions every five minutes.
âwhat if the baby doesnât like my cooking?â
âjake, theyâre not going to eat anything you cook for at least a year.â
âwhat if they cry every time i pick them up?â
âthen youâll hold them until they stop crying.â
âwhat if they call me âdudeâ instead of âdadâ?â
âthen theyâre definitely your kid.â
by the time the sun dipped below the horizon, the nursery was mostly finished. the crib stood in the corner, draped with a soft, pastel blanket, and the bookshelf was packed with stories you couldnât wait to read aloud.
you stood in the doorway with jake, his arm around your shoulders as you both took in the space.
âitâs perfect,â you murmured, leaning into his side.
âalmost perfect,â he said, resting a hand on your belly. âjust missing one thing.â
you smiled, your hand covering his. âtheyâll be here soon enough.â
he pressed a kiss to your temple, his voice filled with quiet awe. âsoon enough,â he echoed.
and in that moment, surrounded by love and laughter and the promise of something even sweeter, you knew your little family was already complete in all the ways that mattered.
#enhypen imagines#enhypen scenarios#jake imagines#enhypen jake#jake fanfic#jake fluff#jake scenarios#sim jaeyun#jake fanfiction#jake fic#jake x reader#jake sim#jake x you#sim jaeyun fluff#sim jaeyun fanfic#enhypen soft hours#jake soft hours#jake soft thoughts#sim jaeyun x reader#sim jaeyun x you#enhypen jake fluff#enhypen jake fanfic#enhypen jaeyun#enhypen hyung line#enhypen x reader#enhypen x you#enhypen x female reader#enhypen x y/n#enhypen fanfiction#enhypen fluff
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Can I pressure you to work on the 'having a job sucks ass' math AU fic?
yeah đ i started working on it when i was annoyed with my job. which is always
here's a snippet from earlier in the fic, because i think the later part i'm working on won't make a ton of sense out of context
[ make me work on one of my fics if you want ]
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Dream shuts his laptop as Hob approaches. Oh, yeah. He was definitely waiting for Hob, specifically. Hob is getting the sense that heâs in trouble. And heâs not stupid. Itâs not hard to guess what has Dream upset.
âLook,â he starts, âdonât evenââ
âHob Gadling,â Dream interrupts. Yep, thatâs the trouble tone, the one Hob used to get when he did shit like giving himself a concussion playing pick up football on the quad. âIt is ten p.m.â
âI own a watch too, Dream,â Hob says tiredly. Does Dream think he wants to be working this late? Heâs just trying to stay employed.
Dreamâs lips press into a thin line. And Hob knows him well enough, can read him well enough to recognize that whatâs underneath the annoyance is concern. But what exactly does Dream expect him to do about it?
Hob sits downâmore like collapsesâinto the armchair diagonal to where Dream is on the couch. God, what he really wants is to just fucking face plant into bed, not deal with this.
Christ. When did he start thinking about talking to Dream as dealing with?
Then again, this is less talking to Dream and more arguing with Dream, and he fucking hates doing that.
He scrubs his hands over his face. âItâs far away, alright?â he argues, though it sounds more like a whine. âItâs not like I can teleport.â
âIt is not acceptable that they keep you so late,â Dream says. Then his tone softens. âI worry over your level of exhaustion. That is not even mentioning the commute.â
âHonestly, the commuteâs not the worst part,â Hob says. âGives me more time to get stuff done. Or fall asleep.â
Dream gives him a flat look. âPrecisely.â
âI donât want to hear judgment about work ethic from you of all people,â Hob snaps. God, he hates arguing with Dream, he hates it. Itâs not like when they bicker. And itâs not like arguing with anyone else. The thought that Dream is upset with him is genuinely distressing.
âI think I of all people am uniquely qualified to give it,â Dream says.
Heâs not wrong. Dream is a workaholic if ever there was one. Itâs something Hobâs had to talk to him about in the past. Frequently, in the past, Hob was the one who was better about it.
Itâs just that having this job is a level of relentless he couldnât possibly have anticipated.
Hob canât just quit though, even if he is overworked. Itâs a good job, career-wise, and it pays really well, and he wants Dream to be able to keep his post-doc position without worrying about the salary because Dream is just quite frankly not cut out for anything where he isnât able to work independently at least ninety percent of the time and Hob doesnât want to see him suffer, and he wants them to be able to buy a house somedayâ
âLook,â he says, before Dream can suggest that he actually quit or something, âDream, weâre making fucking bank, okay?â
Dream raises an eyebrow. âWe are?â
âYeah, weâre married, or did you forget?â
âItâs your money.â
âThe joint bank account says otherwise. Half of it is yours.â
Dream frowns, then gets a wicked look in his eye. Oh no. âDoes that entitle me to half of your suffering as well? Do I get half a say in whether it continues?â
âThatâs not the pointââ
âAre you going to watch me suffer half your exhaustion and do nothing about it?â Dream challenges, steamrolling right over him. Heâs impossible to argue with when he really gets going. And great, now heâs employing that look. That pleading look that he knows Hob canât say no to, eyes wide and helpless. âWill you leave me to my agonies?â
âAlright,â Hob says, pressing his hands to his eyes. âEnough. Stop joking around.â
âIâm quite serious. I donât wish to see you suffer.â He crosses the room, kneels in front of Hobâs chair, and takes Hobâs hands, bringing them down from his face. âYour unintended comparison was more apt than you realize. When you prosper, I prosper. When you suffer, so equally do I.â
âShould have been a fucking poet instead of a mathematician, Dream,â Hob says. It shouldnât come out as bitter as it does.
Exceptâ âMaths is poetry,â he says, echoing it just as Dream says it, too. Hob had known he would.
It makes him smile, that he can predict Dream like that.
#hob's never beating the provider instinct#poor dream in this is like a neglected cat that just waits at the door like 𼺠all day while its person is gone#poor math idiots having to deal with adult problems. horrible#complex mathematics#my writing#ask#tj-dragonblade#is it 'maths is' or 'maths ARE'? is it plural
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@handgiven: âiâm fine. youâre the one who got stabbed.â fallen em moments u.u â SIX OF CROWS STARTERS
' fine my arse. you're fuckin' bleeding. '
the rest of the sentence fades out to static, bullied back by the instinct he follows to catch em firmly by the chin and tilt his face up for better inspection, stiff and unsteady fingers fumbling for a pocket hankie ( thank christ he never fully gave up on the desire to dress pretentiously ) to crumple in his fist and dab at the dark streak sliding down from em's hairline. he still hasn't gotten used to this: the stomach-dropping, tilt-a-whirl feeling of finding em after a fight and seeing dings and scrapes and bruises. even now that it's become more common, now that em doesn't have a halo to beam down holy armor from the angelic mothership â especially now that it's become more common, now that they both know a nick at the wrong junction could puncture clay like plant roots in soil â constantine can't fucking get used to it.
devotion's simple enough to stomach when it doesn't cost anything, when the person giving it's got plenty to spare and has a finger on the scale strong enough to keep themself level. it's a different story entirely when you're the one responsible for ensuring they make it out alive at the end of the day.
( em's choice, to keep following him in. em's decision to take the hits and risk his newly-under-nine lives. still constantine's responsibility, because . . . because he owes it. because he owes em. )
it's only once he can see the edges of the laceration, shallow enough not to be life-threatening, that his lungs kick back into active service again, the release of air dropping his shoulders like the limbs of a cut marionette. then the static clears, leaving him blinking blankly, hands retreating to absently pat down his own chest for a cursory triage. ' . . . 'ang on, stabbed? how d'you mean, stabbed, i'm perfectly â oh, fuck me. '
yeah, being stabbed would account for the hot and sticky something that's been running down his forearm and pooling in the crease of his elbow, wouldn't it? it'd account for the smeared fingerprints he's left on em's cheek, too. and, you know, there's the searing fucking burn in the center of his right palm where the perforation's gone clean through, now that he's noticed it. hard to buff that one out.
he looks up at the expression on em's face and just can't help it: he laughs, a nervous giggle that sounds an awful lot like shock, wiggling his claret-colored fingers in a gruesome sort of cooee. ' look â guess i'm the hole-y one now. '
#handgiven#( V. ) STEPS FROM THE SHADOWS. ( i. )#yeah. he really did make that joke. i hate him#so i read recently about st francis of assisi being the first recorded stigmatic and uh. yeah. â¨symbolismâ¨#also it supposedly occurs due to poignancy of faith and john has Such faith in em :') so More Symbolism#fellas is it codependent to ignore your stabbed hand so you can wipe blood off your balancing act partner's face instead#ask to tag /#injury /#injury cw#( answered. ) THIS IS JOHN CONSTANTINE. FUCK OFF.
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OKAY! Chatot rant in tags below! Read at your own discretion.
#okay starting from the beginning of where ppl usually dislike him. apple woods chapter.#he doesnât give hero/partner the CHANCE to explain themselves despite them being relatively good recruits up until that point.#and that legit might be my only gripe with that chapter bc!!! stories need conflict! I LIKE the conflict in apple woods!!!#hero and partner being punished so something they didnât do!#the misunderstanding! how team skull (Skuntank) actually outplays the main duo with a clever yet rotten trick. I LOVE that it segways into-#one of the more sweeter scenes of guild members looking out for eachother. I LIKE APPLE WOODS CONFLICT.#but chatot just. not giving them a chance. is so dumb.#Iâd personally fix this by having a lil montage of hero/partner fucking up on jobs. A LOT. and chatot giving them a pass every time.#and let the perfect apple incident BE the one where he puts his foot down and doesnât listen to them. bc heâd given them loads of chances.#and doesnât want to hear any excuse.#but yeah. I legit dont mind him during that chapter except for that really stupid and frustrating moment.#NOW. CHAPTER 17.#UGGGGHHH WHERE DO I BEGIN#Him not believing hero and Partner about Grovyle and the future being in ruin? FINE. ACTUALLY GOOD. BC CHATOT WOULD BE SKEPTIC.#IT FITS HIS CHARACTER!!#BUT WHAT DOES SUCK. IS HIM GOING ���Dusknoir isnât the bad guy. he didnât do anything wrongâ#WHEN HE LITERALLY KIDNAPPED HERO AND PARTNER RIGHT I N F R O N T OF HIM.#(âNO LITERALLY. HIS CHARACTER IS IN THE FRONT ROW WHEN IT HAPPENED.)#and him. having the GALL to tell hero and partner they mustâve been âseeing thingsâ and downplaying the HELL they went through.#despite them being missing for hours/days. his own guild recruits. and his angry sprite showing up.#like. I think thatâs when I genuinely despised him.#that and him going âOH I BELIEVED YOU THE WHOLE TIME HEEHOO :)â shit was so fucking annoying.#just playing it off as a joke the second the guild started to believe hero and partner.#IMAGINE IF HE W A S ACTUALLY TESTING THE GUILDâS TRUST. SHOWCASING HIM AS THE MORE RESPONSIBLE AND RESPECTFUL RIGHT HAND OF THE GUILD.#and yes. Brine cave he saves hero and partner. but at that point I just didnât care anymore.#he fucked those two over so much. that I didnât care what âvaliantâ sacrifice he had.#and he grills Team Skull for what they did OFF SCREEN. they couldnât even give us THAT.#<<< THAT or him outright saying sorry wouldâve been nice. IKIK his âactionsâ or whatever but.#eughh again this is all imo. Iâm not trying to make people hate him or change their mind.#Iâll get into positives in the second post cause Iâm running out of tags
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Honestly fuck The Killing Joke
#dc#dc comics#anti the killing joke#i guess#can't really tag against comics i suppose#anti joker#which sounds stupid to tag like yeah i hate evil serial killers what a hot take#but more in a âi hate his character why couldn't he just have been a funny crime clown why did they have to make him seriousâ style#batman 1966 joker is the type of joker i respect#batman#dc rant
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really gotta say. not a fan of norman. dude has to be one of the worst dads in pokemon and the bar is already pretty low đ
#to being said i have not made it to the black and white arc yet so ghetsis might just beat that record but so far? its norman#pokespe#like as many jokes as i make about Giovanni being a shit dad the dude does actually care about his son#yeah he is not a good person nor do i think he is supposed to be written like a good person however#Giovanni still like actively cares about his son Ruby's dad in the meantime just keeps#just keeps hitting me with fhe exact opposite thing you would think a dad would do#yeah yeah yeah let me train my son and be emotionally disconnected from him so i can train him to go through a really dangerous tower with a#a really dangerous pokemon yeah yeah yeah wait? my son hates? ok so like I'll get another kid that#that i did not want to train to begin with and only wanted to be a good trainer and make him climb the tower even though he already#has problems breathing go climb the dangerous o zone tower go go go
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big feelings spiking part two because i hit tag limit
#vari posting#yeah anyways i deeply enjoy when people are confused about my gender#i also donât care much about my body other than. non gender related issues so thatâs contributed to me presenting femininely#but like. idk if this is tmi but iâm certain on getting reduction surgery#i havenât told anyone but itâs always been in my plan#both because of dysphoria and pain caused by Them#i wouldnât go all the way but it just has me thinking#when i get that surgery will i want to present masc again?#because i used to be incredibly masc#short hair and all that. never a binder because i was worried about the pain#if i got reductions would i want a binder again? would i think about it#also something of note is that i want to cut my hair again#but the voices insist that itâs gonna make me look bad. which it did before#so naturally i have to lose fifty pounds before THAT can happen đĽ˛#srsly though i would if it was flattering#i care too much about appearances.#this is what caused the crisis.#god vari pull yourself together#anyways i feel like if i were to get the surgery i would be more keen on being androgynous#because it would feel like i wasnât really hiding???#which i havenât been hiding at all btw people just ignore my pronouns#i gave up on my name considering what my ex did with it#also why i ditched he/him#should i start identifying as a trans guy out of spite#joking. hate being perceived as a man.#if someone calls me a man i always feel like throwing up#which IS the trauma but also just generally not wanting to be forcemasced#anyways um. the outward presentation is my problem#it would be fixed if i had a different body type. any other body type#itâs all so prominent and grbrhrhrhf ew
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you're not her
The 'Worst' Logan x fem!mutant!reader
a/n: really wanted to write for the worst logan so I found a streaming site so I could finally watch the new Deadpool movie (yay pirating) (this is totally hypothetical and a joke to the feds lurking) I was going to just read the wiki plot but I donât think that was going to cut it Again, using the same superhero name/powers. Itâs not an OC I swear, it just makes sense in comic book movies to have some alternate name and Iâm not creative enough to come up with multiple different supe names. Summary: You hate him, you really fucking hate him at first. Heâs cruel and constantly reminds you that youâll never be the hero he knew. Youâre not her and heâs made that abundantly clear. But what are you supposed to do when heâs suddenly your new roommate and you have no choice but to wake up to his face every day? I feel sad because I donât think I did the angst justice with this one. But if I keep staring at it trying to fix it, then Iâm never going to post it. (This is a long one guys) Angst with a happy ending (because Iâm a little bitch) Makeout scenes and smut towards the very end 18+ MDNI
You donât know how you got here, but you know youâre mad at whoever dragged you into this shit. You donât think it would be wild to assume it was Wadeâs fault. Usually, when something goes wrong in your life itâs on him.Â
What you do know; you look like shit. Wade and Wolverine are both standing over you in their awesome ass uniforms and youâre still in your fucking pajamas. How are you supposed to be badass and save the world in pants that have Spidermanâs face plastered all over them?
âIâm gonna fucking kill you, Wade,â you growl at him.Â
He places his hand daintily on his chest and waves you off, âSave that for the bedroom, pookie.â
You grit your teeth and glare up at him, Wolverine gives him a similarly disgusted look. âFuckinâ ridiculous,â you grumble under your breath. You get to your feet and brush yourself off, finally looking around and taking in wherever the fuck heâs dragged you. âWhere are we?â
âThe void,â Wade responds, voice ridiculously dramatic. You look around and throw your hands up in defeat.Â
âWhat the fuck, Wade? Why did you drag me with you into this?â You look over at the Wolverine beside him. He hasnât stopped glaring at you both and his claws are out, clearly ready to just eviscerate you. âWho the fuck is this?â
âOkay, wow, language, Flux. Iâm disappointed in you.â
âEat me-â
Youâre cut off by the knock-off Wolverine standing a few feet behind you both. âFlux?â He demands, voice so low you almost canât hear him. Both you and Wadeâs heads whip around to face him. Thus far heâs been relatively silent, you nearly started to wonder if he was mute.Â
âItâs her X-Man name,â Wade tells him, gushing like itâs some big deal. âImpressive, huh?â You donât bother correcting him that it was your X-Men name. Canât exactly call yourself that if they booted you off the team for being a crappy superhero.Â
Logan snorts and shakes his head. He stalks towards you and you nearly fall over in your attempt to scramble back from him. âYou,â he demands, claws pointed at you threateningly. âYouâre Flux?â
Wade hisses, watching as Logan swipes out at you. âAlright, peanut, letâs put the claws away and take a deep grounding breath.â
âShut the fuck up,â Logan snaps at Wade. He turns to glare at him and you take the opportunity to scramble behind your friend for protection. At least if he gets stabbed, heâll heal. âYou,â he scoffs and it trails off into a laugh. Thereâs no humor behind it, he's just a dick. âYou are a fucking joke compared to my Flux.â
The ground underneath you rattles, pebbles bouncing off the cracked desert and ricocheting off their boots. Wade quickly moves away from you, shoving you forward so heâs not in the line of fire. âYeah, well youâre just an alcoholic fuck who could never hold a candle to my Logan.âÂ
You can feel energy brewing at the tips of your fingers, waves, and waves of hate building up within you. The man across from you feels the shift, the static suddenly permeating the air around you both. You let your power build and buildâŚ
The pebbles drop back to the ground and you stumble back from Logan, nose bleeding from overextending yourself. âShit,â you mutter, wiping at your face with the back of your hand and shaking your head.Â
Logan laughs again, it echoes through the stormy sky and you wish you had any control over your powers so you could just send him flying. Or, better yet, turn his bones into liquid and flip him inside out. âOh,â he lets out a long exhale, glaring at both of you. âThis is fuckinâ ridiculous.â The faux smile drops from his face and he raises his voice just loud enough to make you jump, âJust one big fuckinâ joke!â
You have about five seconds to dive to the side before Logan is lunging at Wade. âWait, wait, wait we can talk about this!â Wade shouts, but itâs too late, heâs already on the ground getting his head caved in.Â
You let out a rough sigh, stumbling off to the side. Youâre drained from that shitshow of powers. You barely made a few rocks levitate and you feel like youâre going to pass out. You walk away from the two men and throw yourself on the ground, trying to reorient yourself while they fight like wild animals.Â
You can hear them in the background, stabbing and shooting like theyâre aiming to kill. Too bad neither of them can die. Itâd save you a hell of a headache. They run past you, Loganâs got his claws buried in Wadeâs gut while Wadeâs desperately firing off his gun into Loganâs chest.Â
Your head rolls weakly to the side and you mutter out a pathetic, âNo, stop. Donât kill each other.â As expected, neither of them listens to you. They keep fighting, showing no signs of stopping.Â
Thereâs a moment of silence after about ten minutes of nothing but grunts and insults. You peak your head up in interest. Logan got his claws posed over Wadeâs throat. You wonder if decapitation would actually kill him or if heâd somehow manage to survive that.Â
Wade doesnât seem interested in testing out the theory, âThey can fix it!â Wade shouts, âThey can fix your timeline. I just need your help saving mine.â
Your eyes widen and you meet Wadeâs masked gaze over Loganâs shoulders. The white slits widen and he minutely shakes his head, telling you not to say anything. Like, maybe, that neither of you has any fucking clue if the TVA is capable of even fixing timelines like that.Â
You know Wade is desperate when he makes that promise. Itâs the only reason he would say something so stupid. Itâs a blatant lie, one pulled so far out of Wadeâs ass youâre genuinely surprised that Logan canât smell the bullshit. Whatever happened in his universe must have been horrible for him to ever believe anything that comes out of any Deadpoolâs mouth.Â
Itâs a long moment before Logan finally pulls his claws out of Wade. Your friend slumps forward in relief as Logan stalks away from him. You glare at Wade from where you are on the ground, âThat was fucking stupid,â you snipe at him. He gets to his feet, walks over to you, and forcefully yanks you to your feet.Â
âNot a goddamn word,â he warns, but you arenât exactly threatened by him when he's got three holes in his head from Loganâs claws. Still, you hold your hands up and acquiesce, following after him as he chases down Logan.Â
Your mind is still fuzzy when you are captured by Cassandra. You're recovering from overextending yourself, eyes blurring and limbs going limp like jello when her army of henchmen circle you all.Â
You finally feel yourself starting to come back to your body when you wake up tied to Johnny. âAnd,â Wade draws the word out, waiting until you lift your head to finish, âthere she is! Happy you could join us, princess. Mind turning these ropes into dust for me?â
You groan and let your head slump onto Johnnyâs shoulder. He smirks and glances down at you. âOh fuck off, both of you. I canât do shit right now and you know it, Wade, Iâm drained.âÂ
Logan is glaring at you, but thereâs less hate in his glare and more confusion now. âCan you do anything?â
You narrow your eyes at him, lips screwed up while you try to decide if heâs being an asshole or genuine. âHard of hearing or something old man? Iâm drained,â you reiterate, your tone a little too bitchy.Â
Logan narrows his eyes, grunting something foul under his breath. Wade interferes before you can piss each other off anymore. âShe had an accident, her brainâs a little broken now. But itâs fine! Whose isnât?â
You huff and throw yourself back against the cage youâre all being transported in. You feel eyes on the side of your head and slowly look over to see Johnny grinning at you. âHey, you know Iâve met one of your variants-â
âDonât give a fuck,â you interrupt. You hear Wade snicker under his mask, giving you an encouraging thumbs up even with his hands bound. You were both a little disappointed it wasnât Captain America lurking under that cloak. But at least this guy isnât such a prude he wonât cuss.Â
For the next five minutes, youâre on the receiving end of a very enthusiastically vulgar rant about just what a cunt Cassandra Nova is. Heâs still not even finished by the time you reach the gates to her lair.
Your eyes widen when you see all the people lurking around the walls. Most of them you recognize as people youâve put away or killed in your world. But thereâs something just minutely different about them than the version you faced in your timeline. Their eye color or outfit is always just slightly off.Â
The familiar faces are almost a relief. But there is nothing comforting about knowing you're outnumbered two hundred to four. The cage is tipped over and you go rolling out, you grunt as Johnnyâs elbow digs into your ribs.Â
Before you can even attempt to shove him off, the ropes are whipped off of you and youâre dragged by an invisible force across the ground. Rocks and sand scrape across your tender skin and bury themselves deep in your pores. You hiss in pain when you finally come to a stop and your body is your own again.Â
A groan slips through your parted lips unbidden as you struggle onto your knees. Your pajamas are ripped practically everywhere and you feel like you might as well be naked at this point. You really wished that you at least had a chance to change before you were kidnapped to another universe.Â
The woman you presume to be Cassandra Nova is currently fucking Wadeâs skull with her freakish telepathy fingers. Johnnyâs a pile of guts and bones on the floor and you have no fucking clue where she flung Logan to.Â
You get to your feet, shaking your head and reorienting yourself. In a second sheâs in front of you, head tilted to the side while she regards you curiously. âWoah,â you jump back, glaring at her outstretched hand.Â
âCareful,â Wade warns her breathlessly, still clutching his head. âFlux here has a pathological fear of bald people.â
You nod, âItâs true, you can imagine how strained my relationship with your brother was.â Cassandra circles you, a devious tilt to her lips. Your eyes track her, unwilling to take your gaze off her for even a second. You feel like a rabbit, facing down a fox thatâs made its way into your burrow.Â
âCurious,â she mutters. âIâve seen quite a few of you down here before. But,â she chuckles and before you can move her hand is shoving its way into your brain. You scream, thereâs an agonizing burn as her fingers probe under your eyes and dig through the deepest part of your subconscious. It feels like someoneâs taking a shovel and ripping up your worst traumas. âNone of them have been so weak.â
Wonderful, even she wants to insult you. You can feel the way sheâs plucking through your thoughts, tossing aside the ones she doesnât like. Images of your childhood are flashing across your vision. You can no longer see the world around you, itâs like every one of your worst memories is being played on a projector.Â
âAh,â she clicks her tongue and jerks your neck around until youâre looking at something youâve tried to forget for years. âHere it is. How easy it would be for me to simply unblock those powers of yours.â She smiles, her face appearing before you and blocking out the bloodshed. âIt would make this far more entertaining for me, what do you say?â
Your teeth are clenched so tightly youâre surprised they havenât cracked yet. Itâs hard to get the words out when her fingers are still dancing through your skull. âFuck you,â you finally spit out. She releases you suddenly, and you surge forward with a gasp, clutching at your skull desperately.Â
You half expect your brains to begin leaking from your nose and eyes. But nothing happens, despite feeling incredibly violated, everything is still in its proper place. Cassandra walks past you like everything is fine and dandy in the world. âWell, as much as I would love to see those powers of yours in action again, Flux, Iâm afraid Alioth must eat.â
Before you can ask what she's talking about thereâs a loud rumble. Like thunder cracking through the sky and land, the ground underneath you shakes. Cracks form under your feet and the henchmen around you all start desperately racing for cover.Â
You turn around, staring wide-eyed at the purple cloud of death and destruction steadily moving across the sky. A face breaks through the clouds, grinning down at you. Purple lightning hits the ground and the villain next to you explodes into nothing but dust.Â
âShit!â You shout, turning around and running to try and avoid getting zapped up next. Thereâs no coming back from this one. Once this monster gets you, not even god could save you.Â
Suddenly, an arm wraps around your waist, lifting you off your feet. âNo time for consent, weâve got to get the fuck outta here!â Wade shouts in your ear. Logan is standing next to some robot leg, ripping out cords until a jet on the back fires up. Wade leaps onto the boot, wrapping an arm around Loganâs legs as youâre all shot into the sky.Â
Youâd scream if you werenât trying not to throw up. You hurtle through the sky at speeds that have your skin nearly ripping off your skull. The rocket on the back of the leg starts to sputter out. The flames flickering out and then back to life. It steadily begins to drop until youâre plummeting headfirst towards the ground.Â
Wade wraps himself around you, tossing himself off the boot so he can brace your fall. You hear and feel nearly all of his bones break under your weight. For a moment it feels like youâre laying on warm jello as you try and catch your breath.Â
âNailed it,â he mutters weakly. Youâre pretty sure he canât breathe, a rib having pierced his lung in the fall. A shadow looms over you and you glance up to find Logan glaring down at you. You stare at him apprehensively, half expecting him to unsheathe his claws and just end you right here.Â
Instead, to your surprise, he holds a hand out. You look at it with suspicion, glaring back up at him. âFucks sake,â he mutters. He reaches down, roughly grabbing your hand and jerking you to your feet. You feel the warmth of Wadeâs blood on your back and grimace.Â
âThanks,â you mutter, still not entirely trusting of him.Â
He purses his lips into a thin line, backing awkwardly away from you. He just nods and starts surveying the land around you. It feels less like trying to figure out where you all landed and more like awkwardly avoiding eye contact.Â
The whole interaction leaves you feeling odd. âWell, that was as awkward as two virgins on prom night,â Wade loudly announces as he jumps to his feet. You whip around and send him a dirty look but his attention has already been snagged by something else. Lately, youâve been considering grounding up Adderall and slipping it into his breakfast, you think it might do him some good.Â
Whatâs got to be the fugliest dog youâve ever seen in your life bounds towards Wade. He drops to his knees, ripping off his mask and opening his arms wide to the mutt. You grimace, taking a step back when she starts licking his face. âOh, thatâs just wrong.â
Thankfully dogless, you steal Nicepoolâs Honda Odyssey - much to Wadeâs chagrin. Loganâs in the front seat, Wade beside him. Youâre sitting in the back, rubbing your temples and trying to get rid of the raging migraine youâve had since Cassandra finger blasted your brain.Â
Youâve been zoning in and out of the conversation happening in the front seat of the car. But Logan suddenly slams on the brakes and you go hurtling forward. Without even looking at you, both their arms shoot out, blocking you from flying through the windshield.Â
Your face scrunches up as you look at both their arms, it feels like being saved by an overbearing soccer mom. âBuckle up, princess,â Wade tells you. He shoves you back into your seat and you look between the two men suspiciously.Â
âDid you just say if?â Logan growls, glaring at Wade. Your face drops, finally realizing what youâd missed.Â
Wade lets out a weak chuckle, âSlip of the tongue?â Logan growls and the claws come out. Wade raises his hands, âOkay, letâs put a brake on the crazy train. I wasnât lying it was just an educated,â for the first time in your friendship Wade is actually speechless. Youâre shocked by the silence. Until, of course, he runs his mouth again and comes up with the lamest cop-out youâve ever heard. âIt was an educated wish that they could fix your timeline, alright?â
Logan doesnât give much of a warning except a low growl before he shoves his claws deep into Wadeâs thigh. âYou motherfucker!â
âHey!â You shout, jumping forward and ripping Loganâs claws out of Wadeâs leg. âLook, weâre trying to save our whole fucking universe. Can you blame him for lying?â You regret opening your mouth pretty much immediately.Â
You should have just stayed out of this, it wasnât any of your business. And if they wanted to be two dumbasses and fucking tear each other apart then so be it. But you never should have drawn attention to yourself.Â
âShut the fuck up,â Logan shouts at you. Itâs so startling, coming from him. Youâre still associating him with the man youâd looked up to growing up. Your Wolverine was a hero. He was the reason you wanted to be an X-Man. And they look exactly the same, itâs nearly impossible for you to separate this one from the one you knew.Â
But it's easier now. Because the man youâd known would never be so cruel and jaded to the world. Not like this. âWhy the fuck are you even here? Youâre just some watered-down knockoff of a real hero. You are nothing, youâre worth nothing. Itâs a fucking joke that youâre alive and the woman I knew is buried six feet deep. If there was anything right in the world you would be in a grave somewhere crawling with maggots.â
Your eyes water without your permission. You donât know this man. Yet, he has the face of your greatest hero and the man who youâd grown up hearing stories about. Itâs like facing everything youâve ever wanted to be and having it shout your deepest fears and insecurities back at you. Heâs just confirming something youâve known for years. You never deserved the title of being an X-Man. You never deserved the uniform or anything that came with it.Â
Your breaths are coming short and fast, it feels like your lungs are constricting. You worry you wonât be able to get air in but he doesnât care. No, he keeps going. âYou follow this fucking clown around and you contribute nothing to the world. Youâre never gonna save your fucking timeline. You canât even make a few rocks float.â Itâs not the words that hurt you next. Itâs the way he says it. âYouâre pathetic.â
He spits them at you. Thereâs venom lacing his tone like heâs seen into you and knows thereâs nothing in you to offer. For the first time in a long time, you feel seen and you hate it. Because heâs looking past the sarcasm and the faux confidence you carry yourself with.Â
He sees the empty husk of a woman you truly are and heâs forcing you to face it with him. It causes you physical pain, to know that everything youâve ever feared about yourself is true. You donât have anything to say to him, you canât.Â
Your lips tremble and you feel so fucking small. You can hear your parent's voices in your head, screaming at you and wishing you were never born. Theyâd rather have a stillborn than a fucked up mutant for a daughter. You see the way even other kids at the school would hide from you. You were made wrong, even as a mutant you were never truly accepted.Â
Loganâs face drops ever so slightly at the prolonged silence in the car. Even Wade isnât speaking, heâs just staring at you both. âI,â he starts, but Wade cuts him off.Â
âIâm gonna hurt you now.â Wadeâs never been one to let people run over you, even when you might just let yourself fall into the background. You shouldnât be surprised when he draws a knife and stabs it into Loganâs throat.Â
But the arterial spray that follows catches you off guard and suddenly your tears are dried. Instead, youâre throwing open the car door and diving out before one of them crushes you. You make it out of the car just in time, Logan having thrown Wade right where you had been sitting.Â
Music starts up in the car as a result of their fighting. Divorced dad rock and the sounds of their, borderline, sexual grunting are your soundtrack for the rest of the night. You curl up at the base of a tree, waiting for them to be done with each other.Â
Loganâs words continue to echo through your head. And the longer you linger on what he said the angrier you get. Not necessarily at him, but at yourself. Youâve let yourself linger in self-pity and wallow in regret for so long.Â
You look in the mirror and you no longer recognize yourself. Heâs right, as much as you hate to admit it, youâre a fucking joke. You toss your head back, slamming it against the trunk of the tree hard enough for it to hurt.Â
Thereâs this manic, cloying feeling tugging at your chest. Itâs like someoneâs sitting on your ribs, crushing you until you canât breathe anymore. You keep throwing your head back, letting the pain distract you until you feel warm blood leaking down the back of your scalp.Â
âShit,â you hiss, hand coming up to cradle the back of your skull. You wince when you feel the split in your skin. The blood leaks over the tips of your fingers, running through the cracks of your palm.Â
You force yourself to relax, to move your head away from the tree. As you go to stand up, possibly to get Wade and Logan to quit their fighting, you notice something odd. The air around you is still, you can no longer hear them grunting or groaning as they rock the Honda.Â
Leaves are suspended in the air. Theyâre not trembling from the breeze, theyâre completely frozen. You take a step forward and gasp when you hit something solid. The air in front of you has solidified somehow.Â
The realization dawns on you slowly but surely. This is you, youâve done this. Manipulated everything around you on an atomic level. Youâve turned something you shouldnât be able to feel into something you can touch. Frozen the world around you. Whatever Cassandra had done inside your head, it had knocked something loose.Â
You havenât had this wide a range of control for years. Any attempt to do something like this has been met with nosebleeds and long periods of blacking out. Elation fills you, the hurt from earlier is nearly gone.Â
You glance through the wall of air and try to see if you can still see the Odyssey. To your horror, itâs gone. You wave your hands and the air returns to normal. The leaves drift back to the forest floor and you run back to where youâd left the two men.Â
There are tire tracks dug deep into the mud. You know Wade wouldnât willingly leave you behind, not here. You donât know if Loganâs just kidnapped him or if someone else has. Whoever was driving was clearly in a rush to get out of here.Â
You must have missed it all while you were having your meltdown. âFuck,â you shout, your voice echoing into the branches above. You take in a deep breath and start walking. Hopefully, you can catch up to them before whoever has them does serious damage.Â
You make it to a weird cave/hideout area. The Odyssey is parked outside and when you peek through the broken windows you find the interior completely destroyed. Thereâs blood soaking through every surface, anything and everything has been smashed and bent the wrong way.Â
You donât even know if this is from Wade and Logan or whoever had snatched them. Shaking your head you back up and slink towards the entrance of the den. You can hear shouting inside, it sounds like Wade, but you canât make out what heâs saying.Â
You havenât seen action for a long time. At least not any that you could actually contribute to. It feels a bit like riding a bike. Youâd practiced on your way here, making things around you float or eradicating a few trees into nothing but dust in the wind. But this is different.Â
Your friend (and Logan) are inside, possibly being tortured. Maybe even dead. Though, you seriously doubt the universe is going to be that nice to you. You let the energy build in your arms, itâs like a warm tingling feeling. It shoots down to the palms of your hands until you feel static in the air.Â
You take a step inside and spot three people. Each of them is decked out in weapons. One of them turns and spots you. âWho is-âÂ
You donât let him finish, throwing your hands out and slamming them all into the wall so hard the whole interior shakes. Dirt rains down from the ceilings while their faces contort in pain. You run inside, spotting Logan and Wade.Â
You shoot Wade a big grin but he throws his hands up and shouts, âRead the fucking room!â Your brows furrow and he points emphatically at the people youâre holding, âGood guys!â
âOh shit,â you release them immediately, a guilty look on your face. âI am so sorry.â Logan cackles in the back, doubled over laughing while the three people in front of you brush themselves off.Â
You donât want to be out here with him, but itâs better than being in that cave with the others. Laura walks past you, sending you an uneasy smile. Youâd noticed her sitting beside Logan and decided they probably needed a few moments to themselves.Â
They were finished now, though, and he had the only bottle of liquor left in the cave with him. You trudge over to him, leaves crunching under your boots. Elektra, after that horrific introduction, had given you a uniform a different Flux had left behind.Â
She was long gone, killed by Cassandra years ago, but sheâd conveniently been your exact size. The uniform is nearly identical to the one you have buried under your bed. Black leather with a dark purple X going across your chest and matching purple seams. Youâd never wanted something ridiculously flashy. Just something that people would see and associate with the X-Men.Â
Because thatâs all youâd ever wanted to be; a hero. It feels like a pipe dream now. If your pajamas werenât so destroyed you would have just stayed in them. You donât feel like you deserve this uniform, not when the woman whoâd worn it before you had actually been a hero in her timeline.Â
âDonât want company,â Logan snarks, without even looking back to see whoâs coming up to him.
You take a seat on the lawn chair closest to him and snatch the bottle of whiskey from his hands. âGood,â you tilt your head back, downing as much as possible. It burns the whole way and you revel in the slight tickle in the back of your throat.Â
âAlright,â Logan mutters. He gently takes the bottle back from you, giving you an aggrieved look when he sees just how much youâve stolen. He looks back into the fire and sighs, âLook, Iâm not interested in hearing about your sob story or why youâre suddenly drinking all my liquor-â
âGambitâs liquor,â you interrupt, not bothering to look at him. âAnd Iâm not looking to dump my sob story on your lap. I just want to sit in silence and thatâs impossible because Wade hasnât stopped running his mouth since we got here.â
He looks a little surprised by the brusque way you dismiss him, âAlright,â he mutters. He takes another swig from the bottle and you both stare silently into the fire. Itâs like that for a while, you donât bother keeping track of time.Â
All you hear is the crackling of the flames. All you can feel is the way your eyes burn from staring into the fire and watching sparks pop off the logs for too long. The breeze rustles the trees, makes the leaves shake free and dance around the logs of the fire.Â
He breaks the silence first, to your chagrin. âAbout what I said,â he clears his throat uncomfortably, still refusing to look at you, âback in the car.â
âDonât,â you snap, voice low. âJust,â you let out a long breath and shake your head. You finally look over and meet his eyes. He does actually look sorry, but you donât want to hear it. âJust donât, I deserved it all right.â
âNo, no you didnât.â You open your mouth to argue but he gives you a firm look that has your jaw snapping shut. âI was wrong, I donât know you. And if my Flux had ever heard me talking to you like that she would have melted my fucking spine.â He laughs a little and you feel your lips twitch up slightly. Itâs the first time youâve seen him look anything but angry.Â
Curiosity loosens your tongue and knocks you out of the dazed stupor youâve been in. âWhat was she like?â You ask, tone earnest. âYour Flux, I mean, you make her sound so amazing. I just canât,â you trail off, but the look on his face tells you he understands your unspoken words. I just canât see myself as a real hero.Â
He groans and leans back on the log heâs resting on. He stretches his legs out in front of him, the liquor bottle placed on the forest floor. Youâre surprised, you figured the thing was glued to his hand.Â
âWell,â he reaches up and scratches at the scruff of his chin, a wry grin on his face. âShe was always giving me shit, never let me get away with anything.â You unconsciously lean forward, drawn into the endearing way he begins to describe this other version of you.Â
Itâs not ridiculous to assume this variant meant something to him. Heâs got a shine to his eye that you havenât seen in the whole time youâve been together. His gaze has been empty, closed off to anything and everything. But now, his eyes are crinkling at the corners, thereâs an easy smile on his face that you canât miss.Â
âAh, she was fucking feisty. And strong, she was so strong. She was always a better hero than I was. She lived for that shit,â he trails off and shakes his head. You can see youâre losing him and you donât want this to end. Youâre in your own little bubble right now, getting to pretend thereâs a version of you out there somewhere that actually lived up to her potential.Â
âHer powers,â you blurt out, desperate for something to stop him from retreating back into his mind. âDid she have, um, good control over them?â
Logan nods, eyes darting down to the bottle of whiskey before flickering back up to meet your gaze again. âYeah, Charles trained her, she was right up there with Jean. She could have,â he stops and suddenly you feel guilty for making him talk about this. You can see the tears in the corner of his eyes, the way the whites of them go red. âShe could have been great.â
âIâm sorry,â you whisper, âI didnât mean to pry.â But you did. You were being selfish and forcing him to talk about it even though you knew it would hurt him.Â
âLook, kid, she would have liked you. Iâll tell you that much,â he says reluctantly. Like the words hurt to force out. You suppose he isnât used to being genuine with anyone.Â
You shake your head and look down at your hands. âI appreciate the thought, but I doubt it.â
Logan grabs the bottle again, gulping it down like it's water. His words have a slight slur to them as he speaks again. âI think I would know, bub. âSides, you made it into the X-Men, tells me what I need to know.â
You scoff and fix him with a sardonic look, he raises his brows in question and you roll your eyes. âTheyâll take fucking anybody. And I still wasnât good enough for them.â
Logan shakes his head and frowns. âIf what I saw in there,â he points back to the den and you feel your cheeks warm as you remember what youâd done, âis any indication, then Iâm sure you were plenty good.â
You lean towards him, elbows braced on your knees. He follows suit, leaning so close you almost want to back up. The proximity flusters you slightly but you shake the feeling off. âYou donât even know me and the first real thing you said to me was that Iâd be more useful as fertilizer.â
He sighs, face screwing up at your harsh words. He runs a hand over his cheeks and groans, âI didnât mean it like that.â
You lean back in your chair and idly twirl your hand through the air. The leaves around you lift up and flutter through the air above your head. Logan watches and you turn back to him, waiting until his eyes meet yours to speak again. âYes, you did. And you were right. Iâm fucking useless, powers or not.â The leaves drop, a few fluttering into the fire. âWeâre irrelevant, Wolverine, two washed-up X-Men who never looked good in the uniform.â
Thereâs a twinge of hurt on his face but you canât make yourself feel bad about it. Since heâs such a fan of brutal truth, youâre sure he can handle it.Â
You watch as the leaves curl up at the corners, the fire burning them straight through the middle. You get to your feet and move past him. Youâre nearly back to the den when he calls, âThe suit looks right on you,â over his shoulder.
You pause at the threshold of the door. Heâs already drinking again, staring into the fire and watching it burn. You take a few steps towards him, staring at his broad back. âWhat happened to her, your me?â
Logan looks down at his hands, his ring finger specifically. You wonder at the significance of the movement, what exactly youâd meant to him. âShe married me,â he mutters, voice cold and closed off again.Â
âGoodnight, Logan,â you whisper, finally walking inside the den.Â
You miss the small goodnight he sends back to you, finally turning around only to watch you leave.Â
There had been a very clear plan set in place. Get Juggernautâs helmet, put it on Cassandra, and then kill that psychotic bitch. Which is why youâre so confused when youâre standing knee-deep in guts and watching Logan and Wade leap through a portal above you.Â
You donât have time to feel angry or even hurt that they left without you. Laura is grabbing your arm and youâre both running for your life, trying to escape Alioth again. You run into Cassandraâs lair ducking into one of the rooms and dragging Laura with you.Â
Youâre both holding your breaths and praying that heâs sated by the others still outside. After a few minutes, the cracks of thunder stop and you risk peeking your head outside. The clouds have retreated back to their usual spot in the middle of the void.Â
You take in the carnage of Cassandraâs evil lair. Most everybody is dead. You only have to skirt around a few people to get back to the Odyssey.Â
You throw yourself in the driverâs seat and sink back against the bloodstained cushions. You let out a relieved breath and look at Laura, âWhat do you do to entertain yourself around here?â
You acclimated to the idea of being stuck in the void pretty quickly. There wasnât exactly a lot waiting for you back home. Besides, Laura was nice enough. You had food, beer, and company. You didnât really need much else.Â
Youâre pretty sure if you linger too long on the thought that Wade left you behind youâll fall into a depression that youâre never going to be able to claw your way out of. So, you forced a smile on your face and played cards. Nothing else to do but wait to die of old age or for Alioth to kill you.Â
Of course, your plans had to be ruined. There was an odd rush of air against your back and then a slight whoosh. Laura glanced over your shoulders and her brows furrowed, you turned around to find three armored men waiting behind you.Â
âFlux,â the man glanced from you to Laura, âX-23?â
âLaura,â you both correct at the same time.Â
The man gives an aggrieved sigh and holds his arm out, âCome with me, please.â
You stand up, energy tingling in the palms of your hands while you regard them suspiciously. Laura comes up behind you, claws out and glaring at them. âWhy should we?â You demand.Â
Barely a second later you hear the most insufferable voice in the world. âHiya, peanut!âÂ
âWade,â you hiss. You follow the armored men through an oddly shaped portal and find Wade standing beside a shirtless Logan, smiling proudly at you. âYou fucking left me,â you hold up your hands and his eyes widen.Â
His hands quickly come up, trying to assuage you, âHold on now-â
You throw him back, his body hurtling into a nearby building and caving in the wall. Logan watches it happen with a small smile, âBeen wanting to do that for a while.âÂ
Once Wade had recovered he filled you in on everything that happened. TVA did a general clean up and then you were standing in front of your apartment door, keys in hand like nothing had happened.Â
It was so bizarre, going from a mission to save your timeline and then youâre expected to just go about your life. You stay standing in that hallway for you donât know how long before you hear someone behind you.Â
You jump and drop your keys when Logan clears his throat. âShit,â you hiss, whirling around and glaring at him while your heart races. He chuckles and bends over to grab your keys for you.Â
âSorry,â he mutters. This is the most relaxed youâve ever seen him, covered in blood and in a borrowed shirt. âUh, Wade doesnât have enough room at his place. Told me I should come over here.â
You look over his shoulder and see Wade peeking his head out of his doorway. He catches your eye, sending you a thumbs up. You almost smile but then he makes a phallic gesture with his hands, pointing at Logan and humping the air. You glare at him and he quickly backs into his apartment, but not before sending you one last encouraging shit-eating grin.Â
You look back at Logan and heâs waiting expectantly for your answer. âYeah,â you take your keys from him and unlock the door. âIâve got a spare room but thereâs no bed in it right now.â Your eyes widen when you see the mess that is your apartment.Â
You quickly rush through, picking up empty take-out boxes and dirty laundry and shoving them into your room. Heâs smiling at you when you come back and it's slightly off-putting. âUm,â you gesture towards the couch awkwardly. âYou can take the sofa tonight and weâll look at setting you up with something more permanent tomorrow.â
âThanks,â he hovers by the armrest and you engage in the longest stare-off of your life. Neither of you says anything for a few suffocating moments before he gestures at himself. âShower?â
âOh,â you snap out of your stupor and nod your head. âYeah, right, of course.â You show him down the hall, âHere. Iâll go get you a towel.â
You rush towards your linen closet, leaving him behind in your bathroom. You grab a few clean towels and then figure he might want some clothes as well. You grab some pajamas that Wadeâs left over when heâs crashed before. Theyâll probably be a bit tighter on Logan, but you wouldnât mind seeing that.Â
You walk back to the bathroom and the thought of knocking doesnât even run through your head. It should, honestly, but youâre already so thrown off by him even being here. You walk in and immediately gasp and drop the towels.Â
âOh, I'm sorry. Iâm so sorry.â Heâs standing naked before you. Clothes discarded on the floor behind him. Everything on perfect display. Your eyes land on his abs, noticing a few prominent veins leading down-
You cover your face and turn around. âSorry,â you mutter again. God, youâre such an idiot. You still havenât even left. Youâd just been shamelessly ogling the man naked and you donât even have the decency to walk out.Â
You really canât help it though. Itâs been such a clusterfuck, the last 72 hours. Your brain is fried and Wadeâs little show hasnât helped you at all. Â
You hear Logan laugh behind you. âItâs alright,â he mutters. Something warm ghosts across your arm and you jump slightly. His hand firmly grasps your bicep, gently tugging your palms away from your face.Â
You risk a glance over your shoulder and nearly gasp at how close heâs gotten. He's towering over you, something in his face you canât place. âItâs alright,â he whispers again and you find yourself nodding without really thinking.Â
Heâs got both hands on your arms now, trailing up and down. The touch is so featherlight you can barely feel it at all. You donât even realize how heâs gently coaxing you closer until you trip on the towels at your feet.Â
You startle, looking down at them and moving to kick them aside. But he stops you, his finger nudging your chip up so youâll look at him again. There is such blatant want painted across his face that it makes your heart skip a beat. Your breath catches in your throat when he wraps an arm around your waist and drags you closer.Â
You can feel all of him. You can feel just how much he wants you. It catches you off guard, this sudden display of attraction. You donât know where itâs coming from, whatâs brought it on. But you canât find it in yourself to care. Youâve been so lonely for so long. You just want to bask in the fact that he looks absolutely starved for you.Â
No man has ever looked at you with such heartbreakingly yearning eyes - like heâs been looking for you his whole life. He dips down, lips ghosting gently over yours. Your breaths mingle together, you can nearly taste him.Â
Itâs unclear which one of you moves first, who pushes closer to the other. But it doesnât matter because the second you put real pressure behind the kiss heâs all over you. One of his hands drifts down to your ass, squeezing the flesh there and dragging you closer, grinding his hips into yours.Â
You moan at the feeling, your arms wrap around his neck and you press yourself even closer. He groans against your lips at the first swipe of your tongue. You part with a gasp when he picks you up, practically tossing you onto your sink. Your legs spread instinctually, making room for him as he slots himself between them.Â
Itâs odd, feeling so vulnerable even when heâs the one who's completely naked. It still feels like heâs holding all the power.Â
His lips are moving frantically over yours like heâs terrified youâre going to disappear the second he lets go. You can taste something desperate on his tongue. Something deeply rooted inside him that you canât identify.Â
One of your hands drifts from his neck, trailing over the muscles of his chest. Your fingers carve a path down his abs, relishing in how muscular he feels under your palm. Your hand reaches his pelvis, nearly wrapped around him when he jumps back.Â
He grabs your wrist in a grip so tight you know thereâs going to be a bruise. A pained gasp slips out and he releases you immediately. âIâm sorry,â he mutters. âSorry, I canât.â He wonât look at you now, backing up towards the shower and shaking his head. âThis was a bad idea, I canât do this.â
You shake your head, slipping off the sink and hiding your bruised wrist behind your back. âNo, sorry, I shouldnât have moved so fast.â
You feel too ashamed to meet his eye. He kissed you but you feel like youâve forced yourself on him somehow. Itâs a nauseating feeling and you want nothing more than to run back to your room and hide.Â
He takes a step towards you, something pained on his face. âKid-â
You just shake your head, step out of the bathroom, and grab the handle of the door. âSorry,â you whisper again, closing the door behind you. You lean against the cool wood, trying to catch your breath.Â
Your hand drifts up to your lips, still tingling from how desperately heâd kissed you. It doesnât make any sense. He came on to you, he threw you up on the sink, and made out with you more passionately than any man ever has before. So why are you the one who feels dirty?
You rush down the hall and into your room, slamming the door behind you. You dive under your covers, closing your eyes even though you know you wonât sleep. No, your shoulders are tensed up to your ears and your bones are vibrating with an energy you need to release.Â
Youâre completely tuned into the other person lurking in your apartment. You can hear as he starts the shower, how he talks quietly to himself sometimes. Then when he gets out you can perfectly picture what he looks like while heâs getting dressed and it only makes you feel worse.Â
You listen as he leaves the bathroom and pauses in the hall. You can see it in your mindâs eye, how he stares at your door. He walks towards it and lingers for a minute before cussing quietly and heading back into the living room.Â
You suddenly remember that you didnât lay sheets out on the couch for him. You feel guilty, but thereâs not one part of you that will be dragged from this bed and face him. Not now, at least.Â
Heâs up for a little while longer, getting water. Turning the TV on and off. Rooting through your cabinets looking for booze you know you donât have. Finally, he settles on the couch. Youâre awake for another hour, unable to relax until youâre completely sure heâs asleep. Even as you drift off and your body finally relaxes your mind doesnât. You keep seeing that stricken look on his face and it makes you sick to your stomach.Â
Itâs the smell of pancakes that wakes you up. Youâre not sure when you finally managed to pass out last night but you know it was late. Which is why youâre so pissed off that youâre being forced to get up at seven in the morning.Â
Youâre used to being able to sleep in a lot later than that. Youâre already in a pissy mood from last night and it only gets worse as you trudge around your room getting ready. Youâve never been more thankful to have snagged one of the rare two-bathroom apartments in the building.
You donât want to have to share a bathroom with Logan. You donât even want to use the other one after what happened last night. Itâs too embarrassing and painful to think about. The emotional whiplash of feeling so desired and then absolutely hideous is making your head spin.Â
Youâre sure it was all just a problem on his end, but it really doesnât make you feel any better. When you canât stall any longer, and you know that Logan has heard you get up, you slip quietly out of your room.Â
The curtains in your living room are open and heâs in the kitchen fucking around with your stove. The news is playing quietly on the TV and youâre astounded about how little heâs done and how much more homely your apartment feels.Â
Itâs never really been home to you. Not after you were booted from the X-Men. But heâs somehow made it ten times cozier than it ever has been. You almost resent him a little for it.Â
âMorning,â he grumbles from the kitchen. âCoffee,â he motions behind him and you see a steaming cup already waiting for you. You silently slip behind him, grabbing the creamer from the fridge and pouring it until youâre sure itâs sweet enough to not actually taste the coffee.Â
âThanks,â you mutter, moving to sit at the table. You keep your eyes trained on the TV, pretending to pay attention to the news so you donât have to look at him. He bores his eyes into the side of your head until you feel like youâre going to have holes in your temple.Â
When you canât take it anymore you finally look over at him. He doesnât smile, his face barely even twitches, he just looks back to his pan and continues scrambling some eggs. âDidnât know you cooked,â you offer up weakly, already growing anxious from the silence.Â
It feels wrong, to be walking on eggshells in your own apartment. He grunts and shrugs, âNot really cooking. You had the mix in your pantry,â he tells you brusquely. His tone borders on rude and you scoff.Â
The audacity of this man to have an attitude with you in your apartment. He was the one who threw a hissy fit last night. You roll your eyes and go back to the news, all it tells you is that the world is just as depressing as the inside of your apartment is right now.Â
You notice out of the corner of your eye the way his shoulders slump forward. He leans against the oven, seeming not to care if he burns himself. You suppose it doesnât matter, heâd just heal. âSorry,â he mutters. It sounds like it pains him to say the words.Â
âWhatever,â you mumble under your breath. You take a long sip of your coffee, slurping a little so you have something to fill the atmosphere.Â
He puts some food on a plate and brings it over to the table for you. You usually donât eat breakfast, preferring to just skip the meal and eat a bigger lunch. But it feels too bitchy to say that to him, so you just accept the food with a strained smile. âThanks.â
He sits across from you, glaring down at your table like it insulted him. You drag your fork against the plate, letting the scrape of metal against porcelain drown out your worries. Finally, he looks at you. âLook, about last night.â
You tense up. You want to interrupt him, to stop him from explaining. You know itâs just going to hurt your feelings, whatever he says. Whether he tells you it was a mistake or he just realized heâs not attracted to you, either way, youâre fucked. But, itâs also kept you up all night so you just shut your mouth and let him speak.Â
You keep your gaze trained on your plate, unable to fully face him. He lets out a long sigh and clenches his fork so tight you hear the metal bend. He drops it to the table and clenches and unclenches his fists a few times.Â
âI just couldnât kiss you, not when I wasnât doing it for the right reasons.â
Your brows furrow in confusion and you finally look up at him. âWhat?â You demand, disbelief coloring your voice.Â
His eyes are boring into yours, an intensity behind the stare that leaves you feeling a little shaken. âYou look like her,â he whispers, and the grief is so thick in his voice it makes your throat tighten. He pauses briefly before continuing. âThere are,â he clears his throat like heâs trying not to cry. It makes you lean back in your chair, arms crossed over your stomach uncomfortably.Â
âThere are a few differences, obviously. Youâre not a carbon copy. But your mannerisms, your attitudes, youâre so similar. And I,â he shakes his head and gives you one of the most genuinely apologetic looks youâve ever received. You can tell he really does feel guilty for projecting on you but it doesnât make you feel any less uncomfortable. âAnd I just wasnât doing that for the right reasons. I was pretending you were her and thatâs just not fair to you.â
You lean your elbows on the table, head falling into your hands. You let out a rough sigh and groan in irritation. You knew the reason would hurt but you didnât think it would be this bad. You feel gross, icky under your skin knowing that he was pretending you were another version of yourself. The version of yourself youâve always wanted to be; the hero.Â
But you also feel such a deep sadness and sympathy for him. Heâd briefly mentioned that he was married to this other you. You canât even begin to imagine what it would feel like, to see your dead wifeâs face staring at you and she doesnât even know you.Â
âI,â you donât even know where to begin. You struggle to say anything for a minute and you both just stew in the tense silence. You take in a deep breath and look up at him. You do what you always do, forcing a smile and shrugging it off. âI appreciate the honesty, really.â You stand up, bringing your still-full plate into the kitchen and busying yourself with cleaning up.Â
âClearly,â you snap, your voice crueler than it should be, âIt was a mistake. Weâll just have to make sure it doesnât happen again, right?â
Logan sits silently at the table. He looks like thereâs more he wants to say but you donât give him the chance. You canât take it. You finally thought someone had wanted you for you, flaws and all. Youâre a fucking idiot, he barely even knows you. Whatever connection you thought was there was just brought about by your own loneliness.Â
âI gotta get ready for work,â you tell his back because he isnât looking at you now.Â
He nods, scraping his fork across the plate as he aggressively cuts into his food. âRight.â You wait for him to say anything else but he doesnât.Â
You walk past him and head back to your room. You donât even have a job, you donât have to work. But you still grab your purse and head out of the apartment. Pretending you do just so you donât have to look at him anymore.Â
You really should have let him finish, though. You should have let him keep talking to you. Let him explain how as much as he sees her in you, thatâs not why he wants you. He wants you for you. Because as similar as you can be, youâre still a completely different person from who his late wife was. Youâre someone strong and incredible and he genuinely wants you. But he can never really let himself be happy.Â
It takes a few days for you both to ease up around the other. The incident in the bathroom is never brought up again. You take him shopping for clothes after a few days. It feels wrong to keep giving him Wadeâs hand-me-downs. You would have had your friend take him, but you donât trust Wadeâs sense of fashion at all.Â
After that and getting lunch together while you were out shopping things got a little easier. You bought him a bed for the spare room because you felt guilty seeing him all cramped up on your tiny couch.Â
You donât initiate any physical contact with each other. The closest youâd gotten was your hands brushing when you both reached for some popcorn at the same time on movie night. But you hadnât really minded that bad.Â
Eventually, he starts to feel like a real roommate and a friend. He lets little pieces of himself slip out. Slowly opens up about his past. You havenât made any existential discoveries of course. But he tells you stories of what his X-Men were like.Â
You try not to dance around the topic of his wife, you donât want him to think youâre avoiding asking about her. But you also donât want him to think youâre obsessed with discussing her.Â
Heâs right, you two werenât carbon copies of each other at all. You might share a few things in common but the more both you and Logan learn about each other, the more clear it is how different you both are from your variants.Â
Sometimes you think he looks at you like heâs really seeing you, not her. But you can never be sure and you donât want to put much strength behind the thought in case youâre wrong. You hate the idea that when youâre thinking of nothing but him, heâs just seeing her reflection on your face.Â
Thereâs nothing you can do about it but it doesnât stop the hurt.Â
Tonight, at Wadeâs suggestion, youâre both up on the roof waiting for a meteor shower that youâre ninety percent sure is never going to happen. Youâre also one hundred percent sure that Wade just tricked you out of your apartment so he could have sex in it. He and Vanessa donât really get a lot of time alone with Blind Al around. Youâre already mentally preparing for the absolute fuck storm youâre going to have to clean up after. Â
Thereâs a light nudge on your shoulder and you glance over at Logan. Heâs got the whiskey bottle outstretched towards you and you take it from him with a smile. One thing about being his roommate, your alcohol tolerance has skyrocketed. His liver might regenerate, but youâre pretty sure if you keep going down this route yours will give out in a few months.Â
âThink this is actually going to happen?â You ask, pointing up toward the clear night sky.Â
Logan chuckles and shakes his head. He stretches out in your flimsy lawn chair and you try not to let your gaze be drawn to the sliver of skin peeking out from his shirt. âProbably not, but I donât mind being out here.â
Thereâs an unspoken, with you, that makes you smile. You meet his gaze, his eyes soft as he watches you. âMe either.â You lean back in your chair, pulling your legs up onto the seat and huddling under your blanket. âItâs peaceful.â
You drink together in silence for a little while longer. Then you have to tap out, you donât want your brain getting too foggy. Tonight is nice, you want to remember it tomorrow. To your surprise, he caps the bottle and places it to the side. You donât mention it but you do feel like youâve noticed heâs been drinking a little less. The dark circles under his eyes seem to be easing away ever so slightly.Â
He looks over at you with an odd light in his eyes. You shift uncomfortably under his stare when it lasts a little longer than it usually does. You chuckle awkwardly, âDo I have something on my face?â
Thereâs a soft uptick to his lips as he shakes his head. âNo,â he mutters, looking back out at the night. âYou mind if I ask you something?â
Ominous, but whatever. âSure.â
He still doesnât look at you and you worry slightly about whatever it is heâs going to ask. He doesnât ease you into it all, âWade said your brain was broken?â A laugh springs out of your throat from how brusque that was. He rolls his eyes. âFuckinâ idiot mentioned it in the void, been wonderinâ about it.â
âItâs fine,â you tell him. Youâre relaxed enough that you donât mind answering. You donât want to pop the soft bubble youâve managed to create around each other. âHere,â you hold your hand out for the whiskey bottle. He gives you an apprehensive look before handing it over.Â
You unscrew the cap, âThis,â you say and point your hand at the glass. The liquid inside lifts into the air and you freeze it before dropping it back into the bottle with a splash, a simple little party trick. âThis used to be enough to put me in a coma for two days. Thatâs what he meant. Something happened to me and I just couldnât do it anymore.â
Loganâs eyes widen and he shakes his head in disbelief. You laugh a little, âI assume your wife never had problems like that?â
Thereâs always a fond smile when you mention his wife. Whether the memory is bittersweet or not. âShe wasnât perfect, much as I thought so. When she used her powers too much she,â he trails off and looks down at the floor. You frown, ducking your head down so you can catch his gaze.Â
âYou donât have to talk if you donât want to,â you promise quietly.
But he shakes his head and gives you a weak, tight-lipped smile. âNo, I want to. And I donât want you to think youâre the only Flux who struggled. When she used her powers too much she would deteriorate. Parts of her would just disappear, I donât even know how to describe it. They were destroying her from the inside out.â
You let out a low whistle, eyes widening slightly. âWell, maybe I didn't get the short end of the stick after all.â Itâs quiet and for a moment you worry your humor was ill-timed.Â
But he lets out a rough laugh, âNo, I guess not.â He takes in a deep breath before looking back up at you. Thereâs no distant sadness in his eyes like there usually is when you bring her up. It seems to only be a familiar ache now, rather than something fresh and bleeding. âBut what happened to you? Why couldnât you use your powers?â
âOh,â you look down at your lap, picking at the strings of your pants. It would be unfair to have him talk about his wife and then wimp out when it was your turn.Â
âUm, There was this mission. A bunch of kids, mutants, were being held in this warehouse. It was actually pretty normal, just go in, retrieve them, and bring them back to safety. I must have done a dozen of these before, but, I donât know. Something was this different this time around.â
You can still hear them screaming. In your mind, you hear the way they cried for help. And you see the look on your faces when they realize you canât save them every time you go to sleep.Â
You suck in a sharp breath and almost jump when his hand lands on yours. Itâs gentle, heâs barely even touching you and heâs not even acknowledging what heâs doing. But you take his hand in yours and squeeze, itâs nice, grounding.Â
âLong story short, they were heavily guarded and I was pretty drained from fighting off the guards. My powers were practically gone by the time we could even get to the kids. And, I donât know, something must have gotten knocked over or hit the wrong way because smoke was filling the place and everything was on fire. I couldnât see anything, couldnât breathe, and the kids were blocked off. There was nothing we could do to get to them. Everyone kept screaming at me, telling me to just use my abilities and get them out of there. I couldnât,â your voice gets thick and you look anywhere but at him. âI,â your mouth hangs open and you donât know what you could possibly say.Â
Thereâs no excuse for what happened. âI just couldnât,â you whisper. You sniffle and your eyes flutter rapidly, trying to stop any tears from coming. âHadnât been able to use my powers since then. Trauma block or something, I guess,â you dismiss yourself flippantly and shrug.Â
Logan just squeezes your hand again. He doesnât seem to know what to say to comfort you and youâre honestly grateful for the silence. You get so sick of people telling you there was nothing you could have done. Or that the others should have helped you. Because thatâs not a fucking excuse. Thereâs no fixing what happened, no giving those parents their children back. You fucked up and you donât appreciate people giving you cop-outs.Â
You keep your gaze trained steadily on the ground, eyes going blurry while you try to slip into the back of your mind. You donât get the chance, though. Logan is kneeling in front of you, hands slipping up your arms to cup your face.Â
He forces you to look at him, to stay present in the moment with him. âYou fucked up,â he tells you. It's so shocking that you canât help but let out a loud wet laugh. You sniffle and he grins, wiping the tears out from under your eyes. His grip on your cheeks tightens and he makes sure youâre listening as he speaks, âYou fucked up, kid. But that doesnât mean you didnât try your fucking hardest. And it doesnât erase all the people you did help.â
Your eyes search him, trying to find any kernel of untruth. Trying to prove to yourself that this isnât real. That he isnât real. You donât deserve this moment of such unwavering trust and faith. This is meant for someone else, for someone who deserves good things in life.Â
Youâve never truly believed you deserved happiness or peace like this. But right now you donât care because he is saying everything youâve ever wanted to hear. And he actually means it.Â
Your hand drifts up, covering his and tilting your head to press a gentle kiss to his palm. Itâs tentative, a test, a way to give him an out if doesnât want this. His grip on you tightens for half a second before he shoots forward and claims your lips with his own.Â
It escalates quickly. You practically melt off your chair, straddling his lap while he leans back on the ground. Your hands tug at his hair while he moves desperately over your body. He canât seem to decide what he wants to do, where he wants to touch you.Â
You love how fully his hands engulf you, the tight way they cradle you to his chest. Youâve never felt more secure in someoneâs arms than you do right now. Heâs got you, and he wants you. For you this time, you can tell. You can tell from the way he holds you that this isnât a desperation born from grief. Itâs something else, something youâre not ready to identify yet.Â
His tongue laves across the seam of your lips, silently asking permission. You smile against the kiss, parting your lips and deepening it. He licks into you, tasting you with a low grunt in the back of his throat. You feel your hips start to move of their own volition. Gently grinding down against his lap. You moan when you feel just how bad he wants you.Â
You lean back, parting from the kiss and pressing a finger to his chest to keep from following. You chuckle at his eagerness, grinding your hips down again and watching the way he thrusts up to meet your movement. âDidnât know I was such a good kisser,â you tease.Â
But he doesnât return the joke or play along. His face falls slightly and he pulls further away from you, the look on his face distant. âWhat?â You whisper. âDo I have bad breath?â You joke, trying to keep the mood light.Â
He shakes his head and runs a tired hand over his face. âNo,â he mutters. He repeats the word more firmly and finally meets your gaze. âI think I need to take this slow, just because ofâŚâ
He trails off but you know what he means. His wife. You donât know if heâs still projecting her onto you, you felt so sure he wasnât earlier. But if every time you kiss heâs gonna pull back youâre not sure that you can do this. âOf course,â you mutter with a bite to your voice. Itâs hard not to feel a little rejected every time he acts like this.Â
You move to get off his lap but his hands clamp down on your hips and he shakes his head again. âYou donât have to get up.â
You hesitate, thighs still hovering over his. You should get up and put as much space between you as possible. But heâs so warm and you want to be held for a little while more. You nod and he looks relieved. You lean back down, pressing your chest against his and letting your head rest in the crook of his neck.Â
He wraps a heavy arm around your back, keeping you close while the other reaches up to stroke your hair. It makes you feel small, in a good way. Like you can just relax and heâll take care of you.Â
âGoddamn,â he laughs a little and you sit up. He nods to the sky above and you turn around, gasping.Â
âFuck,â you whisper, âhe wasnât lying.â For once, Wade was telling the truth. Above you, it looks like the sky is falling. Glittering stars dart across the sky, streaks of blue following behind them. You grin, âItâs so beautiful.â
Logan keeps his eyes on you and nods, âYeah, it is.â
âAh, look, my favorite fuck buddies.â
âWade,â you greet tightly. You shove the bottle of wine you brought into his chest and he stumbles back. âJust let us in, you freak.â
He frowns, placing a hand over his heart. âYou know, it really hurts when you talk like that. I think we all need to hold hands and have a good old-fashioned jerk circle.â
You roll your eyes and flick his thick forehead. âItâs share circle, dumbass.â
âNot the way I do it,â he moves to the side and lets you both in. âWell, mi casa es su casa, especially since Vanessa and I had rockinâ sex in your bed last week.â
He walks off before you can hit him or even begin to respond to that. âI fucking knew it,â you hiss, glaring at his stupid Hawaiian shirt while he mingles with the rest of the people at the party.Â
Logan chuckles behind you, âHow did you two ever become friends?â
You roll your eyes and turn to face him. âI moved in next door,â you respond dryly. âThis was a nonconsensual friendship because god hates me, clearly.â You shrug your jacket off and he takes it from you, hanging it up on the hook by the door. He comes back, slinging an arm around your shoulder, and leading you towards the kitchen.Â
You hear Wade laughing loudly in the background and he grunts, âIâm gonna need a drink for this,â he mutters. You nod your head in agreement. You donât get very far, though, because without any warning Wade is in front of you. Heâs got his ridiculous dog in his arms and shoves her in your face. You grimace and jump back. Logan abandons you and you narrow your eyes at his retreating back. Traitor
Wade says your name with disappointment. âYou know, Mary Puppins is a part of my life now. As my best friend, you need to bond with her. I canât have you two fighting like this.â He shoves the dog into your arms without any warning and you flinch away from her wandering tongue.Â
âIf this thing licks me, Iâm putting her down,â you warn him gravely.Â
He gasps and snatches her back. âYou are no longer welcome in my home,â he tells you with a snotty huff. You roll your eyes and watch him go. When heâs out of sight your lips curl up in a grin and you glance at Logan.Â
Heâs by the sink, making himself a drink and taking a deep swig straight out of the bottle. You creep up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He smiles, hand coming down to gently hold your arm. âWhatâre you doing?â
âCome with me,â you whisper. You take his hand and lead him through the apartment. You both skirt around the partygoers, giving them vague greetings and waving them off when they give you odd looks.Â
Logan leans down, lips brushing across your ear as he whispers, âWhere are we going?â Your knees nearly give out when you hear that low tone of voice of his. You just shake your head and lead him down the hall. You can sniff out Wadeâs room from the permeating stench of his axe body spray.Â
You throw the door open and drag Logan inside behind you. His nose wrinkles up at the stiff socks littering the floor and the smell. Other than that, itâs relatively clean. You actually thought this would look so much worse.Â
âNow,â Logan demands, âare you gonna tell me what weâre doing?â
âWell,â you lock the door and turn around with a devious grin. âSeeing as Wade has ruined my favorite sheets, I feel like we need to get him back somehow.â You glance around the room, trying to figure out something of his you want to destroy.Â
You donât hear Logan moving towards you. Youâre too busy rooting through Wadeâs desk and trying to find something good to shred up. All youâre seeing is increasingly more disturbing porno mags. He has got a serious problem with pegging. You briefly wonder if you should set up an intervention or something for him.Â
You nearly yelp when Loganâs hands grip your shoulders, whipping you around to face him. âIâve got an idea of what we can do.â Thatâs your only warning before his lips cover your own. You melt into him immediately, hands fisting his shirt and dragging him closer. He grins against your lips, lifting you and placing you on the edge of Wadeâs desk.Â
âMm,â you moan but shove his chest back and shake your head. âWait,â you hop off the desk and take a seat on Wadeâs bed instead. âThereâs no point in this if weâre not on the bed.â
Logan shakes his head with an amused huff. He walks towards you but instead of taking a seat on the bed next to you like you'd expected, he kneels before you. Your brows furrow together and you frown. âWait, whatâre you doing?â
He gives you a gentle smile, hands coming up to rub gently over your thighs. The warmth of his palms soothes you almost immediately. âYou trust me?â He asks, voice a low rumble against your chest.Â
âYeah,â you whisper. He nods encouragingly and leans forward, kissing you gently. Thereâs nothing expectant in this kiss. Heâs doing it just to be close to you. Then you feel his hands drifting higher, fingers running over the buttons of your jeans. Your lips part, ready to ask him a question. But he just takes the chance to dip his tongue into your mouth, eagerly tasting you. You moan into it, not protesting when he presses you back into the bed.Â
His fingers dip under the waistband of your jeans. You lift your hips to help him tug them the rest of the way down until theyâre dropping to the floor quietly. You have a million questions dancing on the tip of your tongue but you canât find it in yourself to actually voice any of them. You donât want to break the moment. This is the first time heâs seemed comfortable going further than kissing and some heavy petting.Â
âFuck,â he whispers. Your hips jolt as he runs a thumb over the wet spot on your panties. âAll this just from kissing?â He asks, a teasing lilt to his tone. You feel your face flush, cheeks warming when you realize heâs never actually seen just how much he affects you. âRelax,â he tells you, squeezing your thighs once before slipping a few lithe fingers under the band of your panties.Â
He tugs them down, but the second he sets eyes on you he gets too impatient to take them off the rest of the way. They dangle off one ankle while he lifts your thighs, setting them on his shoulder and dipping down to press a gentle kiss against you. You gasp at the contact, head tilting back while you instinctually grind your hips up against him.Â
Itâs been a long time since youâve actually been with anyone and you already know youâre going to cum embarrassingly quick because he fucking devours you. Youâve had boyfriends who liked to eat you out before, but this is something completely different.Â
He drags his tongue over you, sucking on your clit like itâs his only true joy in life. You canât even make noises, your jaw hanging slack while you cant your hips higher. He groans when you grind against his face, shaking his head and flicking his nose across your bud. You nearly come from the sight of him smiling against your cunt alone. You feel it building slowly, and itâs like your powers are swelling up along with your release.Â
Wadeâs knicknacks are floating off the shelves, some of them rotating in the air, others fluctuating between liquid and solid forms. You canât control yourself, youâre barely aware of the chaos happening in the room around you. You just feel a warmth at the tips of your toes, swelling over your body, making your skin feel too tight. Thereâs little to no warning when you cum. He dips his tongue inside you and you let out a long moan, drenching his face.Â
The sheets are soaking wet underneath you and you know youâve ruined his shirt. Youâve never come that hard before and you would reflect on that more if he wasnât still fucking eating you out. You think your brain is going to melt out of your ears, you're so overwhelmed by all the different sensations.
He dips his tongue into you, dragging out your orgasm and drinking as much of you down as he can. Your hips keep twitching, youâd be thrashing out of his hands if it wasnât for the near brushing grip he has on your hips. âFuck fuck fuck,â you reach down, grabbing his hair at the roots and tugging. He groans at the feeling, barely leaning an inch back. âNo more,â you whisper, chest heaving.Â
He smiles, palms smoothing across the skin of your thighs, âYou okay?âÂ
âMhm,â you hum weakly. Your head falls back against the bed with a dull thunk and you struggle to catch your breath. âHoly shit, where did you learn to do that?â He doesnât answer, just laughs. You jump slightly when he presses a tender kiss on your thigh, every part of you oversensitive.Â
He moves slowly up your body, hands dragging your shirt up until heâs pulling it over your head. He cups your cheeks, letting you recover while he kisses your cheeks and face. You laugh slightly at the feeling of his beard tickling you.Â
You pull back, meeting his gaze for a long drawn-out moment before you lean forward to finally kiss him back. You can feel yourself slowly coming back into your body. Your limbs tingle back to life while you lazily make out with him.Â
His hands drift down your chest, squeezing your breasts. You laugh against his lips, arching into his touch. You reach back, unclipping your bra and throwing it off somewhere in the room. In the far reaches of your mind, you make a mental note to take that when you go. You donât want to think about what Wade would do with it if he found it.Â
Logan pulls back from you and your lips tip down at the serious look he wears. Your fingers trace the lines of his face and you tilt your head in question. âWhatâs wrong?â You whisper. Youâre completely naked before him and heâs still clothed, you donât want him to leave now.Â
He canât keep doing this to you. He canât keep forcing you into these vulnerable positions and then leaving. Thereâs only so much rejection you can take before you start to resent him for it.Â
He tilts his head down, gaze dragging across your body appreciatively. Heâs looking at you like youâre art and it makes you feel like you should be in a museum somewhere. Finally, his hand drags down from your chest, wrapping around your waist and dragging you onto his lap.Â
You brace your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. He leans towards you, lips trailing lightly across your jaw. âYouâre not her,â he whispers against your skin. Your mouth parts, a pained breath slipping through. You try to move back from him. You hadnât expected something like that, not now, not when you thought youâd made so much progress together.Â
To have you naked, vulnerable like this, and then say something like that to you. It was fucking despicable. You shove his shoulders back but he barely moves. You shift, trying to cover yourself and fighting off the urge to cry. Why wonât he let you go? Why does he keep doing this to you?Â
He reaches out, snatching up your wrist before you can get far. âI donât want you to be. I never wanted you to be her, I need you to know that.â
He tries to kiss you but you snatch his jaw in your hand before he can. You let your nails dig in until thereâs red blooming under your fingertips. He hisses, but heâs not mad, you can feel how much he enjoys the little pinpricks of pain.Â
âNo more pulling away,â you warn. âIâm not playing this damn game with you anymore, Logan. You want me, then commit.â You release him with a shove and his pupils dilate with want. You appreciate the gentle way heâs been treating you, but you know youâre both holding back.Â
Heâs the first partner youâve been with that can actually take what you give and vice versa. Thereâs something only mutants understand sometimes. You normally have to hold back, have to make sure you donât scare a guy off by making the walls shake when you come.Â
You push him down onto the bed. Hands sliding under the hem of his shirt and running over the grooves of his muscles. You havenât had a chance to appreciate just how gorgeous his body is before, but nothing is holding you back now.Â
You snap your fingers and the buttons rip open, he surges forward catching your lips with his while you both frantically push his shirt off. He throws it off to the side and his fingers fumble with his belt buckle while you trail kisses down his neck. You glance up at him for a second before biting down on a particularly sensitive spot.Â
He groans, head rolling back while you grin against his skin. You make your way back to his lips. âDonât hold back,â you tell him, trailing your hands down to his fists and running over the spots where the claws come out.Â
âSweetheart,â he starts tone apprehensive. You shake your head, shutting him up with a kiss.Â
âDonât. Hold. Back.â
Itâs like a switch flipping. Even the way he looks at you changes. Youâre not something to be cherished and adored. You feel like a deer pinned by a wolf. Heâs got you in his clutches now and thereâs a real possibility you might not survive this.Â
He stands up, dropping you on the bed and dragging your hips off the edge. He doesnât kick his jeans off, just lowers them enough for his cock to hang out. Youâll address the fact that he wasnât wearing boxers later, youâre too worried about whatâs hanging between his legs right now.Â
Youâre no virgin, but goddamn, thereâs no way thatâs going to fit.Â
He laughs, the noise cruel and it makes shivers crawl down your spine. âWeâll make it work, kid.â He spreads your legs and you tilt your hips up, making it easier for him to just sip inside.Â
Thereâs a slight stretch, but youâre already soaked for him. Youâve been waiting for this to happen since you walked in on him naked in your bathroom. âOh, shit,â you toss your head back, taking in a deep breath while he pushes in. It feels like heâs rearranging your insides, molding you to fit him perfectly.Â
You can already feel yourself clenching down, just being so close to him is enough to make that tingle in the tips of your toes start. He leans down, placing your legs over his elbows and rutting into you like a wild animal. Thereâs nothing gentle or slow about this.Â
Youâre both so pent-up, tired from the weeks of dancing around each other. Your nails drag up his back, blood following your movement. Your powers are actively surging against him, pain only driving you further into each otherâs arms.Â
You can hear his breathy grunts and groans in your ears and itâs music to you. Neither of you cares about the party going on just outside the door. Youâre loud, skin slapping against skin while you loudly call out his name.Â
God, you hope they hear you. Hope they realize just how thoroughly youâre wrecked for each other. You can feel yourself getting closer, hips stuttering against his while you struggle to match his pace. âCome on,â he mutters in your ear. He releases one of your legs to reach down and rub your clit.Â
âFuck,â you groan, reaching up and tugging at his hair while your back bows. It only takes a few more tight circles of his thumb before youâre spasming around him. Heâs quick to follow behind you.Â
He pins your hips to the bed, dropping your legs while he thrusts faster. He loses his rhythm, the muscles of his abdomen flexing as he cums inside you. Itâs like a mini death, you feel like youâve lost time when you finally manage to come back to yourself.Â
And when you roll your head to the side you realize just how much damage youâve done to Wadeâs bed. âShit,â You glance up at the sound of his voice and notice little droplets of blood on your hips. Loganâs claws are out, stuck in the fluff of the bed.Â
You force the words out, tongue heavy in your mouth. âDo that often?â
âNot really,â he mutters. The claws retreat and he rubs his fingers over the blood. Itâs not bad, youâve honestly done worse to yourself. Itâs like a big paper cut. When the rough pad of his fingers presses against the cut you hiss at the sting, nearly enjoying it.Â
âMust be special,â you tell him with a cheeky grin. He shakes his head with a laugh and takes his time pulling out. You hate the loss of him inside you but it's a slight relief. He's larger than any partner youâve ever had and itâs almost overwhelming to be so full.Â
âCome on, let's get you dressed.â He pats your thighs, glancing around for your clothes.Â
âUh, Logan,â he looks up and you glance at his still very hard cock. âI thought you came?â
The smile he gives you is slightly terrifying. Because thereâs a promise in it. Heâs not getting you dressed for no reason. Heâs taking you back to your apartment so you can have more fun where there are less people and fewer reminders of Wade. âStamina's part of the deal, sweetheart.â
âOh,â you whisper, voice breathless in shock. You wipe the cum off your legs with Wadeâs sheets. You feel like youâve thoroughly gotten revenge on him for destroying your favorite bed set. Maybe, youâve gone a little farther than revenge, though.Â
You feel guilty, looking around the room and seeing everything you destroyed. Once youâre dressed, you wave your hand, putting most things back where they belong. But thereâs nothing you can do about the bed. The sheets are soaked with a mixture of yours and Loganâs releases and there are six holes dug deep in the bed from his claws.Â
When you step out of the room with Logan, struggling to press down your hair and get it back into place, Blind Al is waiting by the door. Sheâs doing a line off the back of her hand when you pass by. You think youâve almost made it scott-free when she yells, âMan, I wish I couldnât fucking hear,â at you.Â
You tense up, shoulders to your ears while you run to the door. Logan laughs, grabbing your coat for you and pressing a hand to your back while he leads you to the apartment. âWerenât feeling so embarrassed earlier,â he teases.Â
âShut up,â you grumble, dragging him into the apartment to finish what you couldnât on Wadeâs bed.Â
Youâve managed to keep any holes out of your bed, you just have to use your powers to keep his at bay. Itâs nice, not having to explain why everything around you is levitating to the person youâre having sex with. There were a lot of awkward conversations that came from that.Â
Youâre lying on Loganâs chest, fingers idly running over the veins in his biceps. âI want to be serious about this,â you tell him.Â
His hand pauses from where itâd been stroking your back. You sit up on your elbow so you can get a better look at him. âI mean it, I,â thereâs no way to say this without sounding like a complete bitch. You just have to rip the bandaid off.Â
You take in a deep breath, âI know that you still miss her,â you say, unwilling to say her name. Logan sits up, looking more serious now. âBut I donât want to be with you if you think that Iâm going to turn into her. Or if you think that Iâm the last connection you have to her. Iâm not her, Logan, and I'm never going to be her.â
You expect anger on his face or regret, maybe. But you donât expect him to laugh at you. You roll your eyes, lips pursed while you wait for him to finish. He notices the pissy expression on your face and quiets down, but you still see a smile fighting on his lips.Â
âI know youâre not her. You could not be more differentâ he tells you with a slight smirk, like thereâs an inside joke youâre missing out on. âI was married to her for a long time and I loved her. But we had our time together. Now, I just want my time with you. Youâre not her,â he leans forward, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. âThatâs why I want you.â
You feel your heart flutter in your chest and have to fight to keep a stupid grin off your face. âOkay,â you whisper. âGood, well as long as weâre on the same page,â you tell him, faux serious. He just rolls his eyes and pulls you back into his arms.Â
Youâre going to cuddle up beside him when you hear your phone going off like crazy on your nightstand. Your face pinches in confusion and you reach over to grab it.Â
Wade
Did you fuckers have sex???
In my bed!!!!
And you didnât invite me?!
âŚ.
Wade
Tell Logan I want his claws in me next
âFuckinâ dumbass,â you mutter, throwing your phone somewhere on the bed. Logan laughs again, drawing you closer.Â
a/n: i have a really weird tendency for masochism, idk what thatâs about. I just feel like if you were having sex with this man, heâs taking you like a wild animal. also feel like I might be a one-hit wonder. the smut just wasnât doing it for me this time guys nor was the angst, iâm disappointed in myself
I just don't think I did justice to his character in the movie, I might have made it too OOC/ if I did PLEASE let me know
end. â I do not own the characters or the comics/movies Wolverine/X-Men, but this writing is my own all rights reserved Š not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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You tell them you got a brazilian wax by a guy.
Starring: Choso Kamo x f!reader; Kento Nanami x f!reader; Higuruma Hiromi x f!reader;
Format: short-imagines;
Warnings: nsfw, dirty innuendos, fluff, jealousy, established relationships, nipple play, spanking, playfully biting the partner arses, oral sex (reader!receiving), vaginal sex, breeding kink, creampie, face sitting, unprotected sex;
Plot: A trend on Tik Tok made you plot a devious plan to make your beloved boyfriend going mad. He knew you had an appointment for a brazilian wax. He obviously assumed you were going to be assisted by a woman. How will he react, when you tell him it was a man? Will his jealousy go too far? Will your prank get you in a bad situation?
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Choso Kamo.
Chosoâs lips glided down your neck, nipping, sucking onto the flesh with the same care a potter would handle his fragile new creation. This man was genuinely head over heels for you. Ever since his little brother had introduced you two, Choso had found a new reason to live and, supposedly, be a better person. He had learned so much about human interactions, about feelings and even about intimacy. While he was not properly addicted to sex, this man loved being inside of you more than anything. He needed to touch your soft skin, he needed your warmth around him. That evening was not that different from an ordinary one.
His hands were cupping your breasts, fondling them, thumb and index rolling your handened nipples to elicit from your throat the soft moans he loved to hear from you so much. You did not fail his expectations. You cried out, head lolling back against his shoulder in ecstasy.
âSing for me, babeâ Choso mumbled, your insides clenching around his shaft deliciously as he slowly bucked his hips up to stimulate you.
The squelching sounds filling the room were making your head spin, eyes fluttering to enjoy the sensations to its fullest. You hated pissing him off, you really did, but above anything else you loathed causing his heart to ache. Still, that trend was too tempting not to try it on your sweet boyfriend.
You hummed, sinking down further onto his cock to meet his lazy thrusts âLouder? I donât want the neighbours to complain again, Chosoâ you replied breathless, tilting your head to the side to kiss his cheek. Your hand reached towards his left hand, giving it a squeeze, before guiding it down towards your pubes.
Choso groaned, fingers grazing the smooth skin in delight, while he reached down to flick your throbbing clitoris dilegently âThey can burn in Hell, baby. â he promptly said, smiling against your neck â All I care about it you and this sweet pussy of yours. Gosh, I canât wait to taste your orgasm laterâ he praised you, causing you to shriek for a deeper thrust of his hips.
âYeah? Is it that sweet, babe? I got to tell Akio then. I couldnât describe its flavour to him todayâ you blurted out, only for Chosoâs smile to disappear.
Choso.exe stopped working.
His movements halted, his eyes darkening as he grasped your chin to turn your head in his direction. Lying to his face was going to be hard, especially since he had put up such a puppy face that your heart ached in your chest.
âAkio? Whoâs Akio?â Choso asked you, his voice low and a tad serious.
âThe guy who waxed me today. Did I forget to mention him to you?â.
âAkio is a guy, isnât he?â.
You giggled, booping his nose affectionately âSure he is, silly. Whatâs with that?â.
Choso huffed, the tips of his ears turning pink as he embraced your tighter âA guy⌠Did you let another boy look at your pussy? Babe, why? Tell me thatâs not true! You would never let anyone touch yourââ he wept and you could swear tears brimmed in his eyes. Oh no, that was enough. You could not keep it up anymore.
You sighed, shaking your head vigorously âNo! Itâs a joke, Choso, please! Iâve been an idiot! Forgive me, baby! Look at meâ you interrupted him, pressing your forehead against his one.
Choso relaxed, his breath still kind of irregular as he palmed his forehead in distress. You had really scared him. He could not still bear with jealousy. Apparently, he was not the type to go mad. Choso was too kind-hearted for that. Dealing with feelings was still hard for him. His lips captured yours, gently, holding you close as he relished the feeling of being in your arms.
âDonât do it againâ he whispered and you nodded your head in agreement. Poor Choso, struggling with jealousy.
Higuruma Hiromi.
This man was born to give you oral. Underneath you, head squeezed by the fat of your thighs, your dripping core bare for him to lavish with his tongue and your clitoris for his nose to stroke, Hiromi could happily die. The sweet sounds you made, the way you rolled your hips for facilitate the way he lapped at your folds with flat of his tongue were such a delicacy. If he was asked about a good way to die, the stressed out lawyer would have decidedly declared you his designated executioner and welcomed your pussy as his deathbed.
Now, sitting on his face, hands scrambling up to hold onto the metal bars of the bedhead, you whimpered out his name in bliss. The pleasure was so intense your obnubilated mind was neglecting the plan, your thirst for him not quenching in the slightest when you felt the tip of his tongue slip in between your smooth, slippery folds.
âH-Hiromi! Gosh, donât stopâ you drawled out, back arching as his hands, sprawled over your arses, squeezed onto the rounded globes in unbridled possessiviness.
He had no intention to stop, not even as his chin and nose were coated onto a glistening mixture of your juices and his own saliva. This was not a simple way to cherish your moments with him, this was downright his favorite addiction. Hiromi did not really care if you skipped your appointment with the beautician. He frankly appreciated how much care of your body you had, but he had never asked you to get a wax. Never. Still, when you did, he could not deny how much he loved the way his tongue smoothly skimmen over your silky folds.
âRide my nose harder, babyâ he rasped, his cock twitching in his pants as you shifted upwards, following his command eagerly.
You inhaled sharply, eyes downcast to peer down at your husbandâs face barely visible from underneath your thighs. The timing was perfect. Eyes screwed shut, Hiromi was gradually guiding your hips back and forth to help you rub your swollen clitoris over his prominent nose. Waves of electricity ran through your veins, as you let out a pathetic whine. Now, or never, you had to drop the bomb before it was too late.
âI donât think thereâs a single hair left, right?â you breathed out, Hirmoniâs teeth nipping gently at your labia with a huff.
âNot even a single one⌠â your husband rumbled out â Not that Iâd mind anywayâ he whispered, mouth opening to leave wet kisses on the inside of your thigh. You two were making a mess.
You shivered, biting down onto your lower lip to concentrate better before shattering that poor manâs world with a single sentence âYeah, I know, Hiroshi did such an amazing jobâ.
Hiromiâs assualt on your heat ended instantly. Hooded eyes opening, a knot creasing his forehead, he glanced up at you inquisitively âYou meant Hiroko, not Hiroshi. I sincerely hope soâ.
âNo, I meant Hiroshi. â you countered back, breath still uneven as you wiped away the sweat beading your forehead with the back of your hand â Hiroko got down with a cold, heâs in charge of the beauty center now. I probably forgot to fill you up with the newsâ you replied, trying to sound convincing as Hiromi just stared blankly up at you.
Maybe it was just your impression, but the atmosphere around you, once charged with sexual tension, grew gloomy, almost chilling. His finger slipping into your core all of sudden made you choke out a screech of surprise, pleasure and discomfort engulfing your lower abdomen as you gawked down at him.
âDonât talk. Not a single word unless I demand you to speakâ Hiromi flatly said, curling his finger into you unforgivingly slowly.
You gaped in shock, legs almost giving up as he shoved another finger into your sappy hole, his eyes darkening as he assessed your reaction. He could not believe you had waited up until that very moment to tell him such a thing! You, his muse, his reason to wake up in the morning, you had let another man touch his nest.
âDid this man touch my home? Did you let him graze his fingers over your pubes, down to your labia, spreading them for him to enjoy the view?â he interrogated you, his tone sharp and cold, taking the same edge it did when he was in a courtroom. This was a problem. You knew you had to stop that circus.
You cried out, lips parted, as you shook your head âH-Hiro! It was a joke! It was a joke, I swear!â you fretted, watching with glee as his expression relaxed and he slided his fingers out of you.
You did not register how he slipped out from between your thighs, pushing your face down onto the pillow as he bit down onto your arse. All you knew was that, when he finally was deep inside of you, his mouth neared your ear and he got back at you from your silly staunt âLet me fill you up with something better than a fib, hm?â.
Nanami Kento.
Large and calloused hands gripping your hipbones, cock stretching you out deliciously, you did your best not to reach your climax right away. Kento Nanami, the best partner you could have ever asked for, was taking his sweet time with you. His hips smacked against yours in a firm, steady pace, as you almost drooled over the polished wooden surface of the desk.
Sex after he came back from his small work trips was the best. Passionate, intense, the lust blinding you two all of a sudden. This time, it had washed over you, when he had seen you saunter towards him all dolled up for a dinner out. A dinner he had promised you before leaving and a dinner you were probably going to be late for.
âI missed you. Wholeheartedly. Waking up alone sucksâ Kento stated, burying himself into you to the hilt.
You moaned out, nails scraping the wood as you pushed back against him, squeezing him up perfectly to enjoy the way his girth made itself space within your walls. You were absolutely in a frenzy, your make-up ruined, as you rested your cheek against the desk.
âI missed you too, oh so muchâ you replied, breath uneven as he leaned down to plant a kiss onto your nape, thrusting slowly into you, making love instead of fucking. This felt just perfect, so perfect that, if it was not for him speaking up, you would have forgotten completely about the devious plan you had in mind.
âYou even waxed for me, huh?â he whispered, causing you to tighten up around him again and for your husband to grunt in pleasure.
âYou shall t-thank Noboru for the last minute appointment he agreed onâ you blurted out, Kentoâs eyes widening at your words. A shot through the heart would have felt less painful.
A man had seen his wifeâs pussy? Oh, that was impossible. He was probably too tired and had misheard your words. The Hell with that, he was never tired when he was with you. Kento Nanami had heard you correctly. He cleared his throat, hips still, whilst he gazed down at you.
âNoboru?â.
You swallowed forcefully, glancing at him from above your shoulder âYeah?â.
âAre you perhaps implying you lied down on a couch, legs wide open, to let Noboru touch your pussy?â he inquired, voice calm and collected, even if his grip on your hips was getting bruising.
You nodded your head âAnd what if I did?â.
âThen I will accompany you the next time you want to get waxed. â Kento replied, giving you a warning thrust that made your breath hitch in your thraot â You know, I would not want our dear Noboru to just imagine the filthy sounds your pussy makes, when I fuck it. Letâs give him a show, darling. What do you say? Would he like to watch me fuck you?â he asked you, resuming his relentless pace.
His hand landing harshly onto your rear caused you to whimper out, sweat beading your forehead, as you regretted your choice to tease your beloved husband. His silent, latent jealousy was turning out to he too hot to handle. He caught a glimpse of you trying to open up your mouth to admit it was all a lie, but he shushed you with another spank.
âHush, sweetheart. â he cooed, your whines a melody he would have never get tired of â I know you were joking. But we both were serious about trying to have a kid, right? Letâs start tonight. Fuck the dinner, Iâll cook for you laterâ he rasped out, increasing the pace of his thrusts.
Oh, dear, your wobbly legs and the hot seed dribbling down the inside of your thighs were the signs the only two men allowed to see you naked were your husband and your gynecologist.
AUTHOR NOTE.
Hello there! I always feel so giddy when I write for JJK. Hopefully, youâre going to enjoy this piece. I donât think you guys will get a part two soon, but I do not close the door to that possibility.
Anyway, likes, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!
until next,
X O X O
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indifferent [s.h.] 18+
an: heyyyy me again so yeah could not stop thinking about a pathetic steve so here we are!! enjoy and feel free to send suggestions, concepts, or just chat!!
side note i listened to i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys on a loop while writing this so do with thag what you will!
masterlist here!!
summary: you and steve are coworkers and while you try (and fail) to act like he doesnât exist, heâs a little obsessed with you and would do anything to have your attention
(fem!reader x steve harrington)
warnings: angst, fluff, cursing, public teasing (nothing too crazy), jealous reader, dirty talk, f masturbation, fingering, biting, kissing, spit, handjob MDNI!!!!!
wc: 15.5k
When it came to Steve Harrington, you were indifferent.Â
You didnât fall in with the group of girls who fawned over him like some king, worshiping the ground he walked on and giggling at his attempts at jokes. But you didnât fall in with the other group either. The ones that hated him, that called him names and rolled their eyes when he walked in the room with a smile on his face.Â
So you fell somewhere in the middle. To you Steve Harrington was your coworker, someone you often had to pick up the slack for or cover for when he was running late. You wouldnât call him a friend but wouldnât say he was your enemy either.Â
The arrangement the two of you had worked well for you. Youâd cover for him or save his ass when needed, and in turn heâd leave you alone. Well sometimes he would. You didnât mind him but sometimes it seemed like he could go on forever and you justâŚit drove you a little crazy, okay? He was good about leaving you be, making small talk for a little before the both of you quieted down and went about your shift.Â
Part of this arrangement was you teasing him until his cheeks burned and his felt fuzzy, but that was neither here nor there.Â
But sometimes you think he just couldnât help it. Heâd start going on about something and then it would be 45 minutes later and heâd still be going. You let him do this about once or twice a week. You didnât mind him or his company, so if it made him happy to ramble on every once in a while you could live with that. He was a yapper and you were quiet. You would hum along to something youâd heard on the way to work and entertain his chit chat for a few minutes but that was really it.Â
Did that mean you couldnât appreciate that he was actually really pretty? Of course not! He had dimples that made him seem boyish and sweet, even when he was being a menace. His hair was perfect, especially after heâd spent the day running his hands through it a million and one times. His lips were pouty and pink and so what if you stared at them when he was droning on about something? A perfect nose that youâd admired the slope of more times than you could count when he was sitting beside you going through returns.Â
He was pretty. You wouldnât deny that. But that was it. No more, no less. It didnât mean you liked him or wanted him or would fall to your knees for him like half of Hawkins did. Sure, you passed the time at work by teasing him and making him squirm, but it was only because you were bored and he was there, all pretty and willing.Â
You were indifferent.Â
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Steve liked you.Â
If you were in the same room as him he couldnât help but to watch you. He didnât know if you saw him and he couldnât bring himself to care. Heâd watch the way youâd tuck your hair behind your ear once every few minutes. Heâd watch you scrunch your nose when you were reading and pout your rosy lips when sorting through dvdâs. God you were just so pretty.Â
He wanted your attention all the time, he craved it. He knew he looked like a little lovesick puppy the way he followed you around and hoped youâd smile at him or indulge his ramblings every now and then.Â
Pathetic. Thatâs what he was when it came to you. Sometimes you were a little mean to him but he liked it, loved anything youâd give him. He would even show up late on purpose sometimes just to hear you scold him!Â
âMânot always gonna be here to cover for you, Harrington. Be a big boy and get to work on time.â
His cheeks would be pink and heâd give you a shy smile, promising this was the last time but you both knew better than to believe that. You didnât put up with his bullshit, you called him out when he needed it and you didnât try and act like somebody you werenât around him. He loved it.Â
Like today, youâd barely come in the door before he was on your heels, going on about some party from the weekend before and how it was sooo lame and that he didnât have any fun. Heâs so occupied with his rambling he doesnât realize youâve stopped until he slams into your back, hands coming up to grip your shoulders so you donât both fall over.Â
Your hands grip the counter just in time and he expects you to turn around and gripe at him, scolding him like a toddler whoâd been on your heels but you donât. You huff a laugh and playfully shove at his shoulder, shaking your head.Â
âJesus, Harrington. Maybe I need to get you a leash, hm?âÂ
And maybe Steve likes that a little too much because he can feel the tips of his ears burning and blush working its way up his neck and covering his cheeks in a pink that makes him squirm.Â
He watched you quirk an eyebrow at him, a knowing smirk on those lips heâs dreamed about for months and he wonders why heâs not more embarrassed, why his heart is racing and his cock is swelling in his pants. Fuck.
âOn second thought, I think maybe youâd like that a little too much.âÂ
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One thing you love about working with Steve is teasing him. Youâve done good to not let him get too close to you, staying neutral when it comes to his antics but you canât help the giddiness you feel watching him blush and squirm when youâre mean to him. Youâve come to learn he likes when you embarrass him.Â
Youâre embarrassed to admit it makes you feel a little powerful, a little special when you make him this way. Heâs not the big, bad, âKing Steveâ he was in high school when heâs in front of you, oh no. You think heâs quite pathetic the way heâs practically attached to your hip and you relish in the way he hangs onto every word you give him, especially considering you donât give him much.Â
Like today youâre perched on a stool at the cash register, barely working oscillating fan doing little to cool you down when the ac is shitty, pushing around warm air that makes your thighs stick together and leaves a sheen of sweat on your forehead. You hate the heat, but what you donât hate is the way Steveâs eyes are glued to your thighs, watching closely every time you readjust or a bead of sweat slides down your leg.Â
âCareful, Steve, I won't be happy if you drool on my leg.â That snaps him out of it, shoulders thrown back as he whips his head up to your face and oh yep! Thereâs those red cheeks youâve come to like so much.Â
He opens his mouth to say something, probably nothing that would make sense but you spare him from trying to explain his wandering eyes, reaching down into your bag to pull out your next bit of entertainment for the day.Â
Thisâll be good.
Out of the corner of your eye you see him watching you closely and you canât help the smirk you wear when your fingers find what you were looking for, wrapping around it and pulling it out for Steve to see. You donât miss the way his lips part or the way he grips the counter in front of you.Â
âTheyâre my favorite,â you wave the cherry blow pop in front of you like youâve found gold, smirking at the way his eyes follow it through the air, âI only have the one but I can share, I guess.âÂ
It would be rude of you to not offer him any. You might tease and be mean, but you certainly werenât rude!
Ripping the wrapper off you waste no time, sticking the sweet treat in your cheek, throwing away the trash and swinging your legs around so youâre face to face with Steve, knees pressed against his as your feet dangle off the stool.Â
Maybe you could blame the way you make a show out of it on the lack of customers today. Youâve been here for 4 hours and only a handful of people have come in. Yeah, thatâll do. Thatâs why you pull it from your mouth with a pop that makes him flinch, lolling your tongue around the candy in a way that makes his eyes glaze over. You can hear him gulp when you hollow your cheeks and close your eyes, pretending like the taste of artificial cherry is whatâs making your ears buzz and your heart race.Â
Dragging the blow pop from your mouth you gasp, letting your tongue swipe against your bottom lip that youâre sure is shiny with spit. âOh, where are my manners! Here ya go, Harrington, have a lick.âÂ
Not giving him a second to react, you surge forward, pushing the sucker against his lips before he has the chance to open, smearing the stickiness and your spit around his mouth and smiling wide at the sight of him, a tint of red around his pouty lips that suits him well.Â
âMessy boy, arenât you?â You swipe your thumb over his lips, collecting some of the mess and you can see the way his tongue peaks out and you know heâs dying to let it touch your thumb. You pull back before he can, popping your thumb in your mouth and humming around it as if itâs the blow pop itself.Â
âTold you I could share!âÂ
You could be indifferent to him and still want to make him melt to his knees for you, right?Â
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Steve thought about the cherry blow pop incident for weeks. He was surprised he didnât cum in his pants like a teenager when the spit soaked treat touched his lips or when he watched you suck on your thumb after it swiped across his mouth.Â
That was just one example of how you tortured him, how he loved it. Heâd had to go home that night and barely made it through the front door before he was pulling his cock out and picturing you on your knees in front of him, teasing him for being a âmessy boy.âÂ
You had no idea.Â
This shit would happen, these events that Steve was positive were chemically altering his brain chemistry, and he wasnât supposed to fall in love with you? Youâd do something like that, something so hot it was engraved in his mind forever and then five minutes later it would be as though it never happened. Youâd smirk at him, go back to what you were doing and spend the rest of the day ignoring him or giving him one word responses while he begged at your feet for a scrap of attention.Â
He really was like a puppy.Â
So he was confused, beyond confused on if you were friends, if you wanted himâŚhe just didnât know what to make of it. He hadnât seen you act this way with anyone else and it made him feelâŚspecial. God he was pathetic.Â
The problem with all this was that he wasnât entirely sure you didnât hate his guts. I mean yeah, youâd tease and scold him when he was being an idiot and you were mean but never cruel or malicious. But you also never really went out of your way to start a conversation, never really cared to keep one up with him either. You rarely smiled at him, which killed him, because he saw the way youâd laugh at something Robin said or the amusement dancing in your eyes when the kids came in to raise hell. You never let him have it though, and fuck he wishes you would. All he got were teasing smirks and he wasnât complaining about them, not one bit, but he wanted to see if he could make you all sweet and mushy like everyone else did.Â
Thereâs been a few times heâs caught you staring but you never back down, never look embarrassed to have been watching him and he wonders if you were staring so hard to put a curse on his bloodline or something! He wouldnât mind if you were, the feel of your eyes on him somewhat satiate the craving he has for you.Â
Heâs thinking about you again, just like always. In fact heâs so deep in thought, leaned forward letting his chin rest in his palm that for once he doesnât notice you come up behind him.Â
He wishes he would have noticed you because then maybe he could have prepared himself to talk you and then maybe he wouldnât have fucked everything up the way he did. Maybe it wouldâve gone differently and ended without you in tears and him feeling the world's biggest douche bag.Â
âDreaminâ about me, Harrington?âÂ
âArenât I always.â He meant for it to come out teasingâbut it didnât. Now you were staring at him and he was staring out the window, the tips of his ears burning and he wished he could swallow his own tongue.Â
âAnyways, any chance youâll cover my shift this Friday?âÂ
âWhy? Where are you going?â Full on pouting now he finally met your gaze. You never missed a shift, in fact you were the only one that anyone could count on to pick up extra shifts.Â
âWho are you, my daddy?âÂ
His fingers twitched on the counter in front of him and neither of you missed the way his throat bobbed. Jesus Christ you made him crazy. âIf you must know, I have a date and Friday is the only day that works.âÂ
Waitâwhat? You had a date? With someone who was not him. Based on the way his heart dropped to his ass, he realized he might want far more than just your attention. His throat clogged as he looked at you, waiting as patiently as possible for his answer but fuck a date? Youâd never gone on one as long as heâd known youâwell that he knew of.Â
âButâŚyou donât go on dates.âÂ
âAnd what the hell is that supposed to mean?âÂ
Oh he was fucked now. Heâd opened his big mouth and pissed you offânot in the way heâd liked either. âWell I just, I just meant Iâve never seen anyone ask yoâI didnât think anyoneâŚor youâŚIâve never seen you go on one so I just figured you didnât.â His foot could not get any further down his throat. He was fucking this up royally, but he was flustered! The pretty girl he liked was going out with someone, god knows who, and his feelings were a little hurt, even if he didnât have the right!Â
âForget it.â Any amusement youâd held towards him vanished, something else passed over you that he recognized as hurt and then anger. Lots of anger.Â
âWait! Mâsorry, I didnât mean it like thaââ
âNo you wait, Harrington. I donât care what you think or what you think you know, itâs none of your business. I didnât ask for you to question whether it was possible someone could like me enough to take me out, I asked if youâd cover my shift. Whichâby the wayâis not a big ask considering I cover your ass at least two times a week! But forget it, asshole, Iâm sure my date was a fluke anyways, right?âÂ
Before he could apologize or even blink youâd stormed away, slamming the break room door behind you. Shit he was an idiot! A huge, massive, blubbering idiot whoâd made you more mad than heâd ever seen. His words got all jumbled around you anyways let alone when he was jealous over someone else getting to take you out.Â
Heâd fucked up big time and was just sure you were cursing his bloodline now.Â
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Big, angry tears rolled down your cheeks in the employee bathroom youâd locked yourself in for the last twenty minutes. You were pissed, livid even, but more than that you were hurt. Which was only making you more mad, because why the hell did Steve Harrington have the power to hurt your feelings! He wasnât anyone to you but a coworker, maybe an acquaintance, and yet here you were crying in the bathroom at work because heâŚwhat? Didnât think you were pretty enough or cool enough orâwhatever he fuckinâ thoughtâto date?Â
Okay, sure he didnât say that exactly, but how else were you supposed to take his blubbering. And yeah, for the most part you were quiet and reserved and didnât give a fuck what anyone thought, but that didnât mean you didnât have feelings for godsake.Â
At the end of the day Steve was a guy, a cute guy that youâd admired for his beauty and wouldnât deny that he was overall sweet and kind, and you were a girl, a girl who apparently was not meant for dates.Â
And that hurts your feelings more than youâd care to admit.Â
A knock on the door had you wiping at your cheeks furiously, though at this point nothing would be able to hide your red cheeks and swollen eyes. âWho is it?â You cringed at how your voice sounded cracked and whiny.Â
âItâs Robin,â Oh thank god. Thank fucking god it wasnât Steve. âDingus is out here looking like heâs about to have a meltdown but wonât tell me whatâs up, just said you were back here and that I should come check on you.âÂ
Taking a deep breath you pulled the door open just enough for Robin to slip in, quickly closing it back behind her and trying not to let your bottom lip tremble when she turned to look at you and gasped. You werenât even a crier! What was going on!Â
âWoaâshit I donât think Iâve ever seen you cry. Are you okay? What happened? Did they get Steve too, he seriously looks two seconds away from curling up on the floor.â Hands immediately covering your face you sigh, willing no more tears to fall until you can get out of here and into your own bed.Â
âItâs not, I justâI really donât wanna talk about it right now, okay? Do you think you could start early and cover the rest of my shift? I promise Iâll make it up to you I justâŚRob I just need to go home.âÂ
âOf course I can, are you crazy? Thereâs nothing to make up. Go! Iâll tell Harrington youâre not feeling well and heâs stuck with me for the rest of the night,â giving you a reassuring squeeze as you gathered your things youâd grabbed on the way in here you gave her what you hoped came off as a thankful smile, âand whenâifâyou wanna talk about this, Iâm here. Just so you know. I can listen sometimes despite what they all say.âÂ
You nodded, squeezing her hand and giving yourself one last look in the mirror, grimacing at the utter mess you saw staring back at you. Hiking your bag on your shoulder you fled the safety of the bathroom and all but ran to the door.Â
Steve was with a customer, the polite smile he had on his face completely wiped off when he caught a glimpse at your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. You didnât spare him one look, practically running for the door without uttering a word in his direction.Â
God he felt like a piece of shit. He doesnât think heâd ever seen you upset, let alone crying. Heâd fucked up bad and didnât know how to fix it when heâs sure you wouldnât give him the time of day now.Â
Heâd have to find a way to make this better, the pit in his stomach growing when he thought of you being upsetâhurtâbecause of him.Â
He stood there staring at the door until Robin came up beside him, a concerned look on her face as she studied him. âDid she say what happened?âÂ
âNo, she didnât. Just said she needed to go home and didnât want to talk about it. Iâve never seen her so upset though, Iâm worried.â
He was thankful she didnât call him out for his bullshit. It was obvious whatever happened had been between the two of you and he didnât think he couldnât take Robin ripping into him right now, even if he deserved it.
âYeah, me too.â And fuck he was.Â
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3 days since Steve had made you cry. The more you thought about it, the worse you felt because if you were being honest with yourself, maybe there was a small, teeny tiny part of you that grew fond of Steve. Steve with his goofy smile and bashful grin when heâd tell you stupid jokes.Â
It was one thing to be hurt because heâd been a jerk, but now you were dealing with feelings you didnât want. Youâd been hurt because you liked Steve and hearing him sayâŚwell you guess he didnât say much, just stumbled his way through some sentences that all started pretty shitty, your feelings were all twisted up that he viewed you a certain way.Â
But instead of thinking too hard about these newfound feelings you had, you chose to ignore it completely. Obviously! You didnât have the time or energy to worry about what Steve Harrington thought of you, especially when you glance at the clock on your nightstand and shit youâre gonna be late for work!Â
This is your first shift in 3 days and your stomach turns because you know youâll be working with Steve. It also happened to be Friday, the day of your date that you had canceled in a fit of hurt and anger when you got home from your last shift. But based on how that jackass you couldnât even remember the name of took it, youâd dodged a bullet.Â
Youâre pulling into Family Video before you know it, dread washing over you and it doesnât help that the humid summer heat as your bare thighs sticking to your seat, it only adds to your frustration. You make no move to actually get out, but you know you canât afford to miss a shift or risk this job so you get it over with, pulling yourself out and walking in before you say fuck it and head back home.Â
Walking through the front doors you see him immediately, standing behind the counter with worry etched between his brows and a small frown on his face. He looks like a kicked puppy, staring you down as if youâve wronged him.Â
âYouâre late.âÂ
You stiffen, spine straightening at his words and a string of curses are on the tip of your tongue, ready to lash out at him because how dare he. But before you get the chance heâs speaking again, effectively cutting off the tyrade you had going on your head.Â
âAnd thatâs fine, totally fine! Youâre just never late so I was worried, but then again I know todayâs Friday so I wasnât sure if youâd be showing up at allâŚI didnât get the chance to tell you the other day Iâd already told Robin Iâd cover her shift today but I talked to the boss and if you need to go you can, I can manage one night by myself, I swear!âÂ
You didnât answer him, walking past and heading to the break room to hang up your things and try and mentally prepare for what was sure to be the longest shift of your life. The only thing you had going for you was that it was a Friday night, so hopefully youâd be busy and not have time to stress over being stuck with Steve.Â
When you come back out heâs standing in the same spot you left him, staring around like a lost little kid waiting for someone to give him direction. Well you won't be doing it tonight. Wordlessly you take a seat on the stool, trying your best to ignore his stare burning into the side of your face. Youâd snap at him if you didnât think youâd have a meltdown.Â
âAre you sure you donât want to go? I know you said tonight was the only night that would work for your date and I swear to you I can handle it. The placeâll still be standing tomorrow.âÂ
Maybe you should go. You could go home and lay in your bed and wallow some more, eat some ice cream and try and forget the past week had ever happened. But you couldnât. You needed the money and you certainly werenât gonna hide from Steve when heâs the one that fucked up. So with all the courage you can muster you turn to him, doing your best to give a blank face so he canât see the hurt brewing behind your eyes.Â
âNo, Harrington. I donât go on dates, remember?âÂ
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Steve watches you turn away from him and fuck, okay he deserved that. He was a major asshole who had spent the last 3 days trying and failing to figure out how to get you to forgive him.Â
Then you walk in looking so pretty that for a second he forgets that youâre mad at him, that he had fucked up. But then he sees your eyes and they look sad, detached and that kills him all over again.Â
If he thought you might have disliked him before then he had no idea how good he had it! Heâd give anything for you to smirk at him, to call him an idiot or to roll your eyes and pretend like you didnât care when he rambled on, even though he could tell you did care, your eyes always gave you away.Â
âCan I please justââ
âNo.â
âPlease, Iâm begging for you to justââ
âNo, Steve.âÂ
âButââ
âNope.â
âGoddamnit please just let me at least try and explain myself a little bit. I know I donât deserve it but I hurt you and I never, ever wanted to do that. Please. 5 minutes, honey. Please.âÂ
He thinks heâs shocked you, eyes widening the tiniest bit before you shrug at him, casting a quick look his way before you turn back around and face away from him.Â
âIâm listening.âÂ
Doing your best to ignore the fact that he just called you honey, heâs never done that, you turn to him and shrug, trying to act indifferent but on the inside youâre dying to know what he has to say. You want to know what he really thinks even though it goes against everything youâve ever thought or stood for.Â
Jesus Christ you were the pathetic one, hoping for the reassurance of King Steve. Highschool you would absolutely kick your ass if she could see you now.Â
âIâm notâŚgood at sorting my thoughts, especially around you and the shit I said the other day came out so wrong, so not how I meant it and I justâfuck Iâm sorry. I never want you to be sad or hurt because of meâŚor anything at all,â He didnât even know how to properly say anything without it coming out that he just liked you so much it made him a fool! âI was not trying to suggest people didnât want to take you out, that came out all wrong. Iâm sure thereâs a line of people just waiting for you to give them a chance,â I would know, Iâm front and center. âBut I was just surprised because I hadnât ever heard you talk about going on dates so I guess I just assumedâŚI donât know. Iâm an idiot who was also maybe just a little jealous and fuck itâs not even my business what you do! The point is that Iâm sorry, okay? Iâm so sorry that I hurt your feelings, it was never my intention.âÂ
It had been a few minutes with neither of you saying anything, the store empty and only the buzz of the crappy ac could be heard around you as he waited for you to say something, anything.Â
âDo you want me to get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness? Iâll do it, I swear. I hate you being upset with me, it fuckinâ sucks.â He couldnât help it, his skin was crawling the longer you stayed quiet and he thinks heâd do anything to get you to not look so sad.Â
He hears a small huff from you and if he was looking heâd have seen it was a small laugh of disbelief. âI may be mean but Iâm not cruel, Harrington. I wouldnât make you get on your knees on this floor.âÂ
Relief flooded through him and despite the humidity swirling around in the air he swore he felt cooler, lighter than he did before. âDoes this mean Iâm off your shit list then?âÂ
Your laugh was loud this time and he felt his chest swell with pride that he had been the one to cause it, even if he hadnât meant to.Â
âWhat makes you so sure I have a shit list?âÂ
âOh come on, you definitely do.â Things felt somewhat normal again and it eased the ache in his chest that had lived there for 3 long days. Maybe this whole thing would make you guys even closer, actually make you friends.Â
âAlright, maybe I do. And youâre definitely on it, but not because of what happened,â He found himself smiling at you and if he looked close enough he swore he saw a ghost of a smile on your lips before you wiped it away with the back of your hand, âbut about the other day, IâŚyou did hurt my feelings. I know, itâs shocking I have them but every once in a while Iâm reminded Iâm just like the rest of you, unfortunately. Look, Iâve worked with you a while and youâre sweet, Steve. Youâre a good guy and when you were saying those thingsâŚI know you didnât mean it the way it came out, but it made me feel..fuck I hate this shit. It made me feel like you thought I wasnât good enough or pretty enough or some shit like that and it justâŚit fucked with me, okay? But I know youâd never be cruel like that so I forgive you. Weâll forget this happened so I donât have to talk about my feelings anymore and weâll be good. We are good. Fuck Iâll even admit weâre friends if we can not talk about this ever again.âÂ
âYou think I donât think youâre pretty or good enough?â That was all his brain could think of. How the fuck could you think that? Had he not been obvious? He all but drooled over you every time you were in his line of sight.Â
âReally, Steve? Thatâs all you got! I just said we were friends. I'd thought youâd be over the moon.â Your eyes were looking everywhere but him and he knew you were trying to deflect. Youâd just been vulnerable with him and he should move on but he couldnât stomach you thinking you werenât good enough or pretty enough, let alone thinking that he thought those things!Â
âHoney, Iâd be lucky even if you even gave me a second glance. Good enough? Youâre too good for me and every other sorry prick in this town. I fuckinâ swear it. I was caught off guard and jealous. Jealous that someone else had gotten you to give them the time of day!â You looked stunned but he kept going, âAnd I can give you all the dirty details about how pretty you are. How I spend all day practically getting paid to stare at you, what a job! How Iâve memorized every little detail of your pretty face, how I stare a little too long when youâre bent over in front of me. Or how I think about your cute little mouth wrapped around that blow pop and wish it was myââ
âSteve Harrington!â Youâd slapped your palm over his mouth to shut him up and if he wasnât enjoying how squirmy you suddenly were heâd nip at your palm to make you jump. It was nice seeing you all red faced and hot because of him for a change, even though he loved it when it was the other way around.Â
Maybe heâd said too much, let his filter slip a little too far but he wantedâno needed for you to know how perfect you were. Not just to him but to anyone with common sense.Â
Pulling your palm away he opened his mouth but you shot him a glare as he did, as if you could sense he was going to do it. He watched as you tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear and cleared your throat bringing your weary eyes to meet his.Â
âSmacking me around now?â He was a little shit, he knew it but he was sure you liked it anyway.Â
âYou love it.â And shit, youâd got him there. Heâd let you do anything you wanted to him with a smile on his face and his heart happy. But just because heâd made you feel better didnât mean the hurt just went away and heâd do whatever it took to fix it.Â
âCaught me,â He threw you a wink that you ignored, rolling your eyes at him, âbut seriously, thereâs not one thing wrong with you and Iâm sorry that I made you feel any different. Iâm a dick. Iâll tell you till Iâm blue in the face how pretty you are if thatâs what it takes.âÂ
âOh no, Iâve heard plenty, you perv. Now I know why youâre so quiet when Iâm reorganizing the bottom shelves, youâre staring at my ass!â He shrugged at you sheepishly, not being near as embarrassed as he should be for admitting that.Â
âButâŚthank you, Steve. This was just a misunderstanding that youâve more than cleared up. Weâre good, Harrington. Iâm good.â And the relief he felt was seen on his face and felt throughout his body. He couldâve used the moment to be sweet, dragging out the conversation but you still looked a little uneasy about opening up to him so he thought it better to go back to territory you were comfortable with, him annoying you.Â
âOh I know weâre good! Weâre friends now, remember? Donât think Iâll ever let you forget it.âÂ
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Things between you and Steve had beenâŚgood.Â
There was a bit of tension between you, the kind that made your throat dry when you looked at him and your thighs clench when he whispered something in your ear if customers were around and he didnât want them to hear. Maybe it was from the things he admitted or maybe it was because you were suddenly much more aware of Steve.Â
Youâd had your talk, if you could call it that, a few weeks ago and the time youâve spent together since then had been mostly normal. Steve, getting on your nerves, rambling about nothing for as long as youâd let him, looking at you with those pitiful puppy dog eyes when you gave him some attention. You, teasing him relentlessly, even more now than before. Covering for him less, heâd been showing up on time almost every shift you had together. Bending over in front of him more just to hear him curse and see his cheeks flush.Â
And maybe kind of developing a crush on him.Â
Itâs not your fault, itâs his! How were you supposed to resist him after he said heâd be lucky to go out with you, after he told you heâd been jealous someone else was, after he told you how pretty you were and how he thought about your mouth wrapped around hisâ
Fuckâno, you were not going down that road again. Every time you thought about what he said, how genuine and needy he seemed when he talked about you, your head got all fuzzy and your knees threatened to give out. It was all you could do not to pounce on him the second the words left his mouth.Â
So yeah, you had a big fat crush on Steve Harrington.Â
Heâd also taken your comment about being friends to heart, bringing it up every chance he got and using it as an excuse for the two of you to spend even more time together. Youâd walk in Family Video and heâd flash you that smile, opening his arms for a hug you pretended to hate but in reality looked forward to every day.Â
âHello, friend.âÂ
âAs your friend I have to tell you how pretty you look today.âÂ
âCâmon friend, come to this party with me. Itâll be lame without you.âÂ
Youâd threatened to revoke his âfriendâ privileges and heâd gasped, clutching his chest dramatically and pretending to stumble to the floor. It took everything in you not to giggle at his antics. You were quickly becoming obsessed with Steve, and even more obsessed with how quick you could get him to turn into a puddle at your feet.Â
That was how you find yourself here at the Hawkins public pool with your bag strap digging uncomfortably into your shoulder and sweat dripping down your back, wearing what youâd bet was a grimace as you walked around the scattered chairs looking for Steve.Â
One thing that remained constant and strong was the mid summer heat that took your breath away and put you in a less than pleasant mood most of the time. Poor Steve got the brunt of your frustration but he never complained. And thatâs why you finally agreed to come to the pool with him, because he was sweet and patient and adorable, even when he was annoying the shit out of you.Â
What you didnât account for was the added heat youâd endure from seeing Steve shirtless before you, arms crossed over his chest and pale pink swim trunks sitting on his hips.Â
When did Steve Harrington get chest hair and why was your mouth watering over it? It made him look sexy, older in a way that erased all boyish features youâd come to love. He lookedâŚfuck he looked hot. His hair was slicked back and you knew heâd already gotten in, too impatient to wait for the 10 minutes longer it had taken you to get here. He had a trail of hair on his lower belly that ran down under the band of his swim trunks and you think you might have actually let out a whimper at the sight.Â
You took a step toward him and cursed yourself when your legs wobbled a little bit. If he saw it he didnât say anything, righting yourself quickly and making your way over so you could toss your bag into his waiting arms, trying not to look at the patch of chest hair just inches from your face and failing miserably.Â
âMy own personal pool boy, a girl could get used to this.âÂ
It didnât take long to figure out that the easiest and quickest way to get yourself together was to turn it on him, to make his hands twitch and his stomach clench and to tease him until he was panting like a puppy.Â
âAt your service, maâam.âÂ
Grabbing your arm he tugged you to the chairs heâd saved for the two of you, a cooler sitting between them with the lunch heâd made for the both of you. It makes your heart skip a beat and your tummy flutters. Your sweet Stevie.Â
He sat your bag down between the chairs, laying back so his arms were stretched back and crossed behind his head, a twinge in your stomach tightening as you watched him stretch out before you. A fucking Greek god. You needed to even the playing field and you needed to do it now.Â
Grabbing the sunscreen from your bag you put on the sweetest smile you could conjure while your body screamed at you to straddle his thighs and kiss him dumb. âStevie, can you help me out with this?â He nodded without thought, thatâs just how kind he was, sitting up to grab the bottle from your hands.Â
Before he could make a move to get up you knocked his legs apart, pushing yourself down and back so that you were wedged between his thighs, your back almost completely pressed against his front.Â
He cursed behind you, trying to scoot back but your hands dug into his thighs to keep him there, a silent plea. Youâre sure if you could see his face heâd look almost pained at the feeling of your skin pressed to his.Â
You heard him flip the cap open and squeeze some sunscreen in his hand, neither of you saying anything for a moment before he leaned forward, his lips almost touching the shell of your ear when he spoke, âsâgonna be cold.â You nodded wordlessly and straightened up a little, pushing back further into him.Â
âFuck.â You didnât mean for it to slip out and hoped you could blame it on the cold lotion hitting your back, but you knew that was a lie. Steveâs big, calloused hands on your shoulders and back had you holding back whines and moans threatening to climb up your throat. Jesus Christ this felt good, too good.Â
Any composure you had left flew out the window at his next move and you were quickly falling behind in the one sided game youâd started with him.Â
You felt his hands move down lower to where the string of your bikini tied in the back, your thighs clenching hard when he slid them toward the front, following the line of your top and just barely slipping under the cup of your breast to tease the skin there before he was pulling back and going to your shoulders again.Â
Holy fuck.Â
He tensed behind you when your fingers dug harder into his thighs, but you didnât even mean to. It was just a knee jerk reaction to his fingers gliding over the underside of your boob for Christ's sake. It wasnât until you leaned back just a little, totally innocent you were just readjusting, that you felt it.Â
Steve was hard. His swimsuit did a shit job of concealing it. And he was pressed up against you so tightly you could feel him throb against your lower back when you gasped. This was your opportunity to one up him, to move ahead a few spaces.Â
Head turning to the side just slightly so he was in your peripheral, you needed to make sure he was looking and listening. You spoke as if you werenât dripping wet yourself, thighs sore from how hard youâd been squeezing them together.Â
âPoor baby, touching my shoulders and grazing a pair of tits has you all needy, huh?âÂ
He whined low in his throat, leaning forward to press his forehead against your back. You could feel little puffs of air against your skin as he tried to compose himself, not that youâd let him.Â
âStop. Donât be mean.â The words were whispered against your skin and you smiled.Â
âDonât act like you donât like it when Iâm mean. Gets you hard, doesn't it, when I tease you?â You were being mean, so mean, but if the way he subtly tried to buck up against you was indication of how he felt, he loved it.Â
You kept going, basking in the feeling of his hands grilling your hips tight and his breathing against your back was getting faster the more you talked.Â
âYou really are like a puppy. Itâs just so fucking cute how whiny you get when youâre like this.âÂ
Both of you stilled when a whimper slipped out a little too loud and all of a sudden you remembered where you were, a fucking public pool. Steve must have realized too because he pulled back, scooting far enough away that you werenât touching anymore and you hated how you already missed the feel of his skin on yours.Â
Clearing your throat you shuffled over to the other chair, glancing at Steve to see his mouth shut and eyes looking anywhere but you. Maybe youâd gone too far. You opened your mouth to apologize but before you could he was up and tugging you to the edge of the pool, jumping in and practically dragging you in with him.Â
The cool water actually did a good job of cooling you down, physically and mentally. When you broke the surface, gasping for air, Steve was already there looking at you. You couldnât read the look on his face, couldnât tell if he was upset with you so you bit the bullet.Â
âMâsorry if I went too far, Steve. Itâs justâŚyou wereâŚthe sunscreenâyou were making me feel crazy so I wanted to even it up. I shouldnât have done that though, especially not here. Iâm sorry if I made you uncomfortable.âÂ
For the first time since you came up from the water he broke his stare, opting to look around you before he came closer, pulling you in so no one would hear your conversation.Â
âDonât be sorry, Iâm not. I only pulled away because I was seconds from cumming in my shorts like a teenage boy and I was embarrassed.âÂ
Lips pulling into a smile you covered your mouth and he pouted at you, huffing like a child when he saw you trying not to laugh at him. âNo need to be embarrassed, Stevie. You canât help that youâre a needy little thing.âÂ
His hand swatted at yours that had come up to pinch his cheeks and you cooed at him to tease him further. âSo mean.â He tried to look annoyed but failed and it made your stomach dip at how pretty he looked, drops of water falling off his lashes, lashes you and every girl in Hawkins would kill for.Â
âYou really are pretty, Harrington.â The tips of his ears burned bright red and he moved toward you instinctively, like he wanted to kiss you. God did you want to kiss him. But you didnât want to do it in a public place where you wouldnât be able to make a mess of him after so you pulled back and splashed some water in his face with a giggle.Â
âCâmon big boy, letâs swim! I didn't come all this way just to stare at your cute face.âÂ
Although you wouldnât mind it.Â
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The next few weeks are quiet, work goes by painfully slow when youâre not with Steve and you hate it. Your shifts with Steve are filled with teasing touches and flushed cheeks and very little work.Â
Youâve also been spending a good chunk of the time youâre not at work with Steve as well. He somehow almost always convinces you to come over to watch a movie or go with him for a late night ice cream run. You find yourself in his car or playing with his hair while you lay in your bed more often than not.Â
And you love it.Â
Trying to act like you werenât obsessed with him was exhausting so you mostly gave it up. Youâd smile at him more, laugh at his jokes more freely, and have become much more touchy with him.Â
Neither of you could seem to keep your hands off each other if you were in the same room. He always had to have a hand on your hip or one holding your thigh and you couldnât keep your fingers from rubbing at his neck or slipping through his hair if he was close.Â
There hadnât been a conversation about what was happening, but neither of you seemed to mind. You think that youâd become best friends who were just crazy about each other and that was enough for both of you.Â
Until it wasnât.Â
If you were being fair, you knew that technically you and Steve hadnât officially become exclusive or anything. The two of you probably werenât even dating, even though you spent all your time together. Cuddling and teasing constantly.Â
But you werenât fair. Everyone who spent any amount of time in a public setting knew that you and Steve were, for lack of a better word, an item. If someone saw you at the grocery store or at the post office, or anywhere, it was a safe bet that Steve was two paces behind you if he wasnât already at your hip.Â
This was common knowledge. Or at least you thought it was. So itâs a surprise, a bad one at that, when you come back from your break with a smile on your face that is quickly wiped away when you see some blonde you went to school with hanging over the counter with her tits pushed at Steve, a devious smile on her face as she bats her eyelashes at him.Â
All the blood rushes from your body and youâre not sure you can even keep down the sandwich youâd had for lunch. A sandwich that Steve had made for you, might you add. Thereâs a horrible twist in your belly and youâve never felt such rage as you have looking at the way she toys with the collar of his shirt between her fingers and at the way he gives her a small smile and doesnât pull away.Â
You were jealous. So jealous it took the breath right out of you and made your brain go blank. One minute youâre standing there with your skin hot and heart pounding and the next youâre sliding back into your seat beside Steve with a glare so sharp it could cut glass.Â
âNeed help with anything or are you just gonna keep groping the staff?â If your glare was sharp your words were sharper, serious and stern and directed at the girl who was still touching Steve, your Steve.Â
Both the girl and Steveâs eyes widen at your tone. She finally takes a step back and you feel like you can breathe again. You see the way Steveâs staring at you but you donât look at him, you canât or you might do something crazy like hit this girl, or even worse, cry.Â
Once the initial embarrassment from your words wears off she straightens her back and narrows her eyes in your direction. âI think we had it handled, sweetie. Your coworker here,â You flinch at the way she emphasizes coworker and feel yourself shrink a little, âwas just giving me some movie recommendations. But thanks for the offer.âÂ
âIâll leave you to it then.â The words taste bitter on your tongue and you want to slap the smirk off her face so bad your palm twitches. Steve is quiet beside you and you canât even begin to process how that adds to your fury, to the pain thatâs bubbling up beneath your skin and threatening to spill out.Â
Youâve taken one, maybe two steps away from the counter, ready to go back to the bathroom of shame and cry again over Steve fucking Harrington when a hand on your wrist stops you.Â
The same hand, the one that belongs to the boy youâve become enamored with, tugs you gently back to his side, hand leaving you for just a second so he can wrap his arm around your waist and tug you into his side. Your hips are touching and you feel a wave of relief wash over you, the pain and anger dissolving while his hand grips you tightly against him.Â
A sick satisfaction runs through you as you watch the way her jaw clenches and her eyes dim as his arm curls around you. Coworker my ass. Steve clears his throat beside you, catching yours and her attention, âIâm afraid Iâm all out of recommendations for you, but maybe my coworker here has some for you.â Before she can even think about speaking you cut her off with a faux pout, âI donât think I do, sorry!âÂ
Deciding Steve isnât worth the battle youâre more than willing to start, what an idiot, she turns around and pretends to look through the new releases for all of five seconds before sheâs scurrying out of the store and leaving you both alone again.Â
Steve gives one last squeeze to your hip before he moves to sit back down, the reality of your little outburst smacking you in the face. Well, this is awkward. You sit down on your stool, tapping your hands on the counter while you try and gather the courage to look at him.Â
You hope heâs not upset with you and if he is wellâŚfuck him! Just because you havenât said it out loud doesnât mean heâs not yours. You know for a fact if he caught you flirting with a guy heâd be pissed! All whiny and pouty and pawing at you for attention. So you were justified in being upset, totally and fully justified.Â
Now youâve worked yourself up to tell him off and give him a piece of your mind, and you turn to him to do just that when it all slips away in an instant. Because Steve isnât upset, no, heâs staring at you with wide, bright eyes and a smirk so big and knowing you curse yourself in your head.Â
Oh this is even worse! Now youâve given him a big head, bigger than he already had!Â
âSo that wasâŚinteresting.â You can hear the amusement in his tone and you roll your eyes. You much prefer him all pathetic and whiny over thisâŚcocky Steve. But really you donât mind this either.Â
âShut it, Harrington.â You think if you werenât so obsessed with him youâd have the decency to be even a little embarrassed at how you acted but you arenât! You practically marked your territory in front of her and you canât find it in you to care or regret it.Â
âYou were jealous. Over me! Iâll never shut up about this! Iâm taking a spot in the paper for this, alerting the press as we speak!â His bottom lip between his teeth and he looked giddy like it was Christmas morning and heâd gotten the brand new shiny bicycle heâd spent all year wishing for.Â
You could have denied it, but what was the point in that? Everyone already knew anyway how you felt, you werenât exactly subtle about it. Might as well embrace it at this point.Â
âAnd so what if I was? Figure youâre mine anyways, right?â Your cheeks tint the lightest shade of pink as you watch him take in your words, his eyes a little wide and a small shy smile on his lips.Â
âI am?âÂ
God okay, maybe you hadnât been as obvious as you thought the last months.Â
âWellâŚI thought so. You take up all my time anyways, Harrington, might as well. Plus I like youâwell a lot. Iâm yours too, ya know. If you want I guess, I donât know, I thought this was just unspoken between us and now youâre making me nervous!âÂ
His lips parted in what could either be shock or awe, you werenât sure. He didnât look appalled at the idea so that was a good sign, right?Â
âIâm sorry I justâŚsometimes Iâm not even sure you like me all that much so Iâm just a little shocked but yes! Fuckâyes Iâll be whatever you want.âÂ
Maybe he was a little dumb or maybe you werenât as good at showing your feelings as you thought but either way youâd make sure he felt wanted, needed by you.Â
âSteve, if I didnât like you I promise I would not be spending all my time with you. Iâm mean sometimes because you like it and I like seeing you all messy and cute. Mâkinda obsessed with you, you idiot.â
His grin widened, dimples popping out and your heart sped up at the sight. He was pretty, so pretty and despite how you acted sometimes you felt so lucky that he even wanted to spend any time with you, let alone all of it. Steve Harrington had wiggled his way deep into your heart and your brain and you think your life would be dull without him.Â
âIâd ask you to pinch me but I know youâll make it hurt,â Your hand reached out automatically towards his thigh and he swatted you away with an eye roll, âIâm obsessed with you too, have been for months. Since the first day you started actually. Want you to be my girl, wanna be yours too.âÂ
Leaning forward you pressed a quick peck to the corner of his mouth and you felt his head turn, trying to catch your lips. He wouldnât get off the hook that easily, it took no effort to remember how it felt to see that girl's hands all over him. Even if it wasnât his fault you donât think heâd mind paying for it anyways. Add on the cocky grin he had earlier when he realized you were jealous and all of a sudden you had big plans for Steve Harrington, plans that made your thighs clench and had you pulsing around nothing.Â
You cooed at him, pulling back just in time to see his brows furrowed and a cute little pout working its way on his lips. He had no idea what was coming to him and you couldnât want to see how sorry he would be.Â
âPatience is key, baby.âÂ
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It was a week later when it all clicked for Steve.Â
A week of teasing touches and sneaky glances his way, even when people were looking. Youâd leave a kiss on his cheek or the corner of his mouth or on the side of his neck right right under his ear. He was going crazy, body leaning forward subconsciously anytime you were near him.Â
Youâve barely let him touch you and at first he was worried but youâd whisper in his ear about âpaybackâ for making you jealous and while he was nervous, now he was just excited. And impatient, wanting and begging for you to just do it already. He couldnât take much more teasing, his cock had been aching for what felt like forever and no matter how many times he found himself in bed, stroking himself to the thought of you, it wouldnât ever be enough.Â
He thinks youâve finally decided to put him out of his misery, calling him earlier to ask if you could come over, that you had a special surprise that was just for him. Heâd agreed without hesitation, telling you to come over whenever you wanted and that heâd be waiting for you. His parents werenât around this weekend so he didnât have to worry about them and he was thanking god for that.Â
It had been 4 hours and 37 minutes since you called, not that heâd been counting, when he heard a knock at his door that had him all but jumping over the couch and sprinting for the front door. He practically ripped it open, grinning wide as he took you in with dreamy eyes and his stomach twisted in knots.Â
You were wearing a sundress that reached about mid thigh and he had to hold himself upright with the door at the sight of your bare legs, tan and smooth and fuck he just needed to bite at the skin between your thighs. The dress had little strawberries printed all over and heâd bet money that you tasted just as sweet as the fruit. His mouth watered at the sight of your full lips all glossy with whatever youâd put on them and it took everything in him not to lean forward and suck your bottom lip into his mouth.Â
He didnât realize he had been standing there just staring until you cleared your throat, a knowing smirk on your lips as he shook his head to clear him from the daze youâd put him in. âSâpretty, youâre so pretty.â His voice was quiet and he wasnât sure if he meant for you to hear or if he was just talking to himself.Â
âThank you, handsome. Can I come in or do I need to stand on the porch with you eye-fucking me all night?â He doesnât think heâd ever get used to your crassness, even though he wasnât complaining about it. He loved that you spoke your mind, no matter how dirty, and hoped what one day heâd be comfortable doing that too.Â
âRight, right, yes come in,â Pulling the door open he stepped to the side so you could come in, knees wobbling when he caught a whiff of your perfume as you passed, âAre you hungry? I canâŚorder something. I donât have much to cool but maybe I could run to the store real quick?âÂ
He heard your muffled giggle as you walked through the house in front of him, hips swaying as you walked and he felt his cock twitch in his pants just looking at you.Â
âJust hungry for you, Stevie.âÂ
You were teasing, he knew that, but he wasnât sure you werenât serious by the way you eyed him over your shoulder like he was your prey. And fuck did he want to be. Heâd crawl around on the floor if you asked.Â
By the time he followed your trail and made it through the living room you were at the foot of the stairs, lip between your teeth and hands together behind your back all innocent. You both knew better than to believe that.Â
âCan I see your room?â Fuck this was happening. He nodded at you, grabbing your small hand with his and relishing in the way it felt to hold you. He led you up the stairs and was careful not to go too fast, to seem too eager. He knows youâd tease him for being so excited but based on the look in your eyes he thought that maybe you were pretty excited too.Â
Pushing his door open he watched as you took in his room, eyes light as you scanned over the posters heâd hung haphazardly, some artwork the kids had drawn for him hanging above his desk. His bed was unmade and he cursed himself, as if youâd care.Â
âLooks exactly how I pictured it.âÂ
âYou pictured my room?âÂ
âMaybe.âÂ
He stood still, leaning up against the door heâd closed and locked behind him as you made your way around, lifting up papers and magazines, humming quietly to yourself. You must have been a witch or something the way heâd become so entranced with you, following your every move like he wasnât meant to do anything else.
So when you turn around to face him quickly, heâs startled, eyes shooting up to meet yours like heâd gotten caught with his hand in the cookie jar before dinner.Â
âAlright then, on the bed.âÂ
The flurry of questions he has does little to deter him as he scrambles past you and pushes on the bed a little too quickly. He falls forward face first and hears you snicker behind him. Heâs not sure where you want him so he hopes heâs right. He scoots back, flush against the wall, the headboard on his left and foot of the bed on his right.Â
âYou want this, Harrington? Iâm not misreading anything, right?âÂ
Heâs shaking his head furiously, eyes wide and mouth closed as he watches for your next move.Â
âOh now you have nothing to say? Months of knowing you and youâre hardly ever quiet. Use your words, big boy.âÂ
âY-yes, I want this. Whatever you want.âÂ
The smile you reward him with makes his chest ache and the blood rush through him so fast he can hear it pounding in his ears. He thinks he wants you looking like that all the time, proud and pleased with him.Â
âGood! Itâs time for payback then.âÂ
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You really really hoped your nerves didnât show on your face as you stood in front of Steve. You donât think heâd notice even if they did, eyes glazed over as he waited for whatever you had planned.Â
Now at this point you were over the whole jealousy thing from last week, really you were! But you played into it a little extra just so you could be mean to him right now. Although with the plans you had, youâd be being mean to him and yourself.Â
Wordlessly you reached down, fingers toying with the hem of your dress and you watched as Steveâs eyes tracked the movement, throat bobbing slightly as you lifted it a few inches before letting it drop back down.Â
This only lasted for a few minutes before youâd had enough, gripping your dress and almost ripping it over your head and letting it drop to your feet. What you hadnât mentioned was that you had nothing underneath it, absolutely nothing.Â
Steve drank you in, slack jawed with his eyes almost bugging out of his head when he moved from your face to your tits, staring at your already hard nipples that you would blame on the coolness in his room. His eyes moved down further and he groaned, a deep, guttural sound that made your clit throb under his stare.Â
Was that some drool leaking down to his chin?Â
âTake a picture, it'll last longer.â
âCan I?â You donât think he even realized the words left his mouth and you fought the urge to laugh at how out of it he seemed already.Â
âNot tonight, baby.âÂ
His hands fisted the sheets below him as the pet name slipped past your lips and you smiled sweetly at him. Pointing to the headboard you directed him with a quiet voice, âIâm gonna sit there,â moving your hand to point toward the foot of his bed he followed your finger eagerly, âand youâre gonna sit there, facing me.âÂ
He obeyed instantly, shuffling toward whereâd you directed him while you climbed onto the bed and and situated yourself against his headboard with your legs stretched out in front of you.Â
âCan I have your shirt?â It wasnât anything special, a plain white t-shirt that hugged him beautifully, but you wanted it all the same. To have his smell surrounding you, covering you in him. He peeled it off so he was left in a pair of jeans that stuck to him in all the right places. Unsure of what to do he tossed it to you and you wasted no time in slipping it over your bare frame, pleased that it bunched at your hips just how youâd hoped.
You could see the disappointment in his face at the extra layer youâd added and you itched to lean forward and pinch his flushed cheeks in adoration. He was just so adorable it made you crazy. With everyone else he was strong and stern, the babysitter and protector and king of Hawkins.
But with youâŚwith you he was soft and sweet, pliable in your hands like putty and you ate up every second of it.Â
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Steve thinks he might have gone to heaven, you sitting across from him in nothing but his shirt with your thighs on display.Â
His chest feels hot despite the cool air hitting his skin and he thinks if he doesnât get his hands on you in the next three seconds something horrible might happen. You're giving him that teasing smile that makes his tummy clench and sends excitement zipping down his spine.Â
He still canât believe you like him, that youâre obsessed with him. Itâs like a dream come true and he thinks heâs pinched himself at least 17 times in the last week.Â
Heâs pulled from his thoughts when you call his name softly, head snapping up to meet yours and he feels dizzy all over again from how pretty you look.Â
âYouâre gonna watch me, okay? No touching me or yourself until I say.â Waitâwhat? He gives you a nod and tries not to let his disappointment show in his face, and he knows he fails based on the way you smile and shake your head at him.Â
But any disappointment he had is gone in a flash when you lean back and spread your legs to give him a glimpse at just how much you like him. He might black out, heâs not sure. Youâre glistening for him, a little bit of slick on your thighs and suddenly heâs starved. He audibly groans at the sight of you on display for him.Â
âSheâs prettyâfuck so pretty.â Heâs talking more to himself than you but he sees the way you twitch at him referring to your pussy as âherâ and it makes him smile shyly, still not moving his eyes from where youâre dripping on his bed.Â
He watches closely as your hand trails down, rubbing over your thighs for just a second before youâre taking two fingers and spreading yourself open for him, both of you too impatient to drag this out too long. Before he can stop himself heâs moving forward, going to his knees and crawling across his bed that feels far too big all of a sudden. He doesnât realize heâs moved until your legs are closed and one foot is pressed against his bare chest, stopping him from getting any closer.Â
One hand is holding him up and the other is holding onto your ankle as he pleads with his eyes for you to let him closer, just a taste, he just needs one little taste.Â
âWeâve just started and youâre already breaking the rules?â The faux disappointment in your tone makes him pout, leaning down to press a small kiss against your calf and he hears you chuckle at his attempt at distracting you.Â
âMâsorry, baby, youâre just so pretty, sheâs so pretty. Let me have a taste, please? Iâll be good after that, I swear. Just one taste, honey.âÂ
He watches in anticipation, hope is swelling in his chest as you study him and he can see the contemplation in your eyes as you take him in. Heâs so close he can smell you and it lights his whole body up, cock so hard pressed up against his jeans he could cry.Â
âHmm, no,â He hears the whine he makes but canât be bothered to care, âwhat fun is payback if I give in before Iâve even touched myself! You can be patient, I know you can.â You have much more faith in him than he has in himself, body slumping in defeat before heâs moving back to where you directed him the first time.Â
âCan I at least take these jeans off? It hurts, baby.âÂ
âFine, but the boxers stay on, sneaky.â It takes him no time before heâs peeling his jeans off, sighing in relief when some of the pressure is released and he feels like he can breathe again.Â
Well he can breathe until youâre spreading your legs again, fingers slipping back down to tease at your clit as your eyes stay locked on him. His chest is tightening as he watches you. Watching the way your legs spread wider when you notice him fisting the sheets beside him. Watching the way your head falls back against his headboard when you move down to circle your messy hole, a moan so lewd coming from your mouth he feels a bead of precum drip down his cock.Â
Jesus Christ, he couldnât decide if this was heaven or hell but heâs sure that either way heâd gladly spend an eternity here.Â
Heâs torn between watching your face or watching your fingers in your cunt, eyes flickering between the two every few seconds so he didnât miss something important. He remembers how you compare him to a puppy and heâs sure heâs never looked more like one than he does right now. Heâs practically panting across from you and youâre the treat that would be making his tail wagâif he had one.Â
âFeels so good, Stevie. This is how wet I get just from thinking about you, ya know? Always have me messy and ready for you.âÂ
âPlease let me touch you. Fuckâplease, sweetheart. Need it so bad, need you so bad. Iâll be good, I swear. Never make you jealous again. God I swear Iâll do anything.âÂ
He knew you were getting close, thighs threatening to close on your hand and hips lifting from the bed eagerly. He could see it on your face tooâyou wanted to deny him, to torture him some more but he could see you giving in.Â
âYou beg so pretty, Harrington. Fuck, get over here. Now.âÂ
He didn't need to be told twice, launching himself across the bed and fitting himself between your thighs that had opened a little to accommodate his wide frame. He waited expectantly, and you smiled down at him fondly.Â
âYou know, you really look like aââ
âA puppy, I know. So can I have my treat then?âÂ
Nodding at him you swiped your fingers through your folds and held your hand out to him, fingers shiny with you and he opened his mouth quickly. His head moved forward and he took your fingers in his mouth, lapping his tongue around them greedily, determined not to waste a single drop. He hummed around them, eyes closed so he didn't see the way you were staring at him like heâd hung the moon.Â
âSâgood then?â You sounded breathless above him and he could only nod, not wanting to drop your fingers from his mouth just yet. God, you tasted good. Heâd compare you to a nice summer treat but the truth is youâd be perfect for any season, any day. Fuck heâd stay buried between your thighs 24/7 if youâd let him.Â
He finally pulled off just enough so that he could speak, âbetter than a blow pop.â The laugh that pulled from you made his heart warm. It was loud and genuine, shoulders shaking slightly as you grinned at him, teeth on display and everything.Â
It was quiet for a few minutes, you pressing your fingers down on his tongue and even though heâd cleaned them up, the taste of you lingered and he would gladly sit here with your fingers in his mouth for hours.Â
But you had other plans.Â
âNeed your fingers, Stevie. Theyâre bigger than mine and Iâm already close from watching you lap at my fingers like a little greedy puppy.â His eyes fell from yours, cheeks red and ears burning as you teased him.Â
âCan I use my mouth?âÂ
âMhm, not today. I already gave in way too quick, you were just too cute to say no to.â He wants to pout, to protest and beg but he thinks just watching you fall apart on his fingers will be more than enough for him.Â
You part your legs further as he slips down to rest his cheek against your inner thigh. His hair tickles the soft, sensitive skin there and you giggle. He moves just enough to press a quick, open mouthed kiss and dreams about the marks he hopes youâll let him leave there one day.Â
With a nod from you he moves his eyes to your cunt, swollen and dripping, and runs his fingers over your clit just to feel your thigh twitch against his cheek. He wraps the hand heâs not using around your thigh, clutching it to him tightly as he eases two of his fingers into you. They slip in easily with no resistance and the feeling of your warm, hot walls snug on his fingers makes him grind his hips down into his bed.Â
âShitâshe feels good, hugging my fingers so tight.â Your hips buck up against his hand, urging him in deeper and he smiles against your leg. A groan slips out of him when your hand slips down to rub slow, loose circles on your clit, head rolling back so that all you can see is his eyes peeking up at you.Â
He doesnât think heâs ever seen something so hot in his entire life. He can see the little beads of sweat rolling down your forehead and how youâre panting and whining above him, especially when he curls his fingers upward and finds that spongy spot that has your mouth dropping open and eyes squeezing shut.Â
âThere it is, yeah? Thatâs the spot?â Youâre nodding quickly, fingers that were circling your clit are now sliding into his hair and gripping it tightly. The burn of it makes him moan against your thigh, the sting of your grip making his eyes roll back into his head almost.Â
âD-donât you dare stop, Harrington. Mâclose, so so close.â He doesnât think there is anything that could get him to stop. Not when youâre dripping down his hand and your thighs are shaking like they are.Â
The final straw is when he moves his mouth down a couple of inches, teeth scraping against the skin where your thighs almost touch and he bites down, hard enough to leave a mark. He hears the thud of your head knocking against his headboard and the curse that flies out of your mouth as you clench down on him so hard you almost push his fingers out. He works you through it, licking over the mark he just left to soothe the sting and slowing down his fingers once you start to twitch and whine from the feeling.Â
Itâs not until you're pushing his hand away and letting your legs slump that he takes a peek at you, a lazy smile on your face and hair sticking to your forehead where youâd been sweating. He knows thereâs a widening grin on his face as he looks up at you, placing one last kiss before heâs sitting himself up so his legs are under yours and his hands are resting on the tops of your thighs.Â
âIf thatâs what you call payback then remind me to piss you off more often!âÂ
You roll your eyes, letting your body fall back against his headboard, âDonât get smart with me now, Harrington. Not when Iâm about to make you cum. I would hate to change my mind.âÂ
His ears perk up and honestly he hadnât even thought about himself since heâd gotten between your thighs, content with watching you squirm and moan around his fingers. But he wasnât gonna turn you down, hell no! Just the thought of you anywhere near his cock had him twitching in his boxers.Â
He closed his mouth, fingers coming up to mimic zipping a zipper of his lips and tossing the non existent key far behind him. You smirked at him, hand coming close to pat his cheek, almost like youâd pet his head.Â
âGood boy, now turn around and take those boxers off, please.âÂ
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Holy shit. You didnât think you'd ever cum so hard in your life. You swear you might have actually seen stars for a minute there when he curled his fingers just right. And when he bit you? How the hell did he know you had a thing for biting.Â
Keeping him at arm's length had been the hardest thing youâd ever had to do, especially when he was looking at you like you were a five course meal in front of him. Heâd practically been salivating at the sight of you and it took everything in you not to give into him immediately.Â
But now that youâd cum, all you could think about was him. About finally getting your hand on his cock and listening to the way heâd gasp and whine with your hand around him. Just the thought was enough to send another wave of arousal and need over you, your toes curling and fingers digging into his bed.Â
He still hadnât moved in front of you and you cocked your head at him, trying to figure out why he suddenly had that sad pout on his lips. âWhatâs the matter?â
His cheeks were red and he looked almost embarrassed as he tried to avoid eye contact with you and you worried youâd done something to upset him. Maybe this wasnât as good for him, maybe he didnât like you teasing him?Â
âSâjustâŚyou havenât kissed me and I justâI wanna kiss you so bad but I didnât know if there was a reason you hadnât or maybe you just didnât want to orââ
You cut him off, gripping his shoulders and pushing your lips against his that were swollen and slick with spit. He moaned against you, sighing and relaxing in your hold. Fuckâhow had you not kissed him yet?Â
His tongue swiped against your bottom lip and you heard the little whine he let out when you didnât let him in, laughing against his lips. He took the opportunity to move closer, hands moving to fist at your hair and you felt lightheaded from how good he felt, how sweet he tasted.Â
When you needed to breathe you regretfully pulled back, foreheads touching and noses bumping into one another as you both took big, greedy gulps of air. His eyes almost sparkled as he looked at you, a shy smirk on both your mouths.Â
âBetter?â
âPerfect.â It was hard to ignore the way your heart thumped against your rib cage like it was trying to fight its way out. He was perfect. Everything about him and the way he carried himself drew you to him like a moth to a flame. Your mind was consumed with all things Steve.Â
And while you wanted to be mushy and sweet with him, one glance down between you had your mouth watering and fingers twitching at your sides. There was a dark wet patch on his blue boxers and the outline of his cock was prominent. You think you know why he was so cocky in high school now, he definitely had the goods to back it up.Â
âKiss me whenever you want but if you donât get your boxers off in the next 5 seconds I might do something crazy.âÂ
Your words snapped him out of his post kiss haze and you laughed softly as he scrambled off the bed to pull his boxers down his legs and practically kick them across the room. You gulped at the sight of him, of his pretty and thick cock already leaking and shiny for you. You motioned him forward, eyes kind and soft as you spread your legs for him.Â
He smiled when you patted the space in front of you and he crawled back between your legs and shuffled so that he was sitting in front of you, his back pressed to your front, the material of his shirt clinging to his sweaty back. Your thighs stretched around his hips but you loved the slight burn it brought you. You laid back and brought him with you so that he was slumped against your chest, your feet hooked over his calves.Â
His hands were on either one of your thighs, fingers digging into the soft flesh there while his arms were loose at his sides. You took the opportunity to slip your hands under his arms, hands reaching up to run over his chest, tweaking one of his nipples on your way and watching the way his cock twitched where it was resting against his lower belly.Â
Steve looked like a dream, head thrown back on your shoulder, thigh thighs spread open with his pretty cock on display for you. As your hands made their way to his tummy you scratched softly, fingers sliding through the trail that started under his belly button and went down. He must have felt sensitive there because he turned his head to the side, mouth pressed against your neck as he cursed.Â
âSâgood, so good. Fuck, I swear anything you do feels fuckinâ perfect.â You pressed a quick kiss to his shoulder at his words, feeling the high of them as he spoke.Â
Holding your hand out in front of him, palm up toward his face he hummed against you, not sure what you were wanting him to do, but willing to do just about anything if it meant your hand would be on his cock.Â
âSpit.âÂ
All that was heard in the room was his quick intake of air, eyes fluttering as he leaned toward your hand. He looked back at you once, to double check that this was real or for confirmation that you really wanted him to spit in your hand, youâre not sure. But you nodded, throat bobbing as he turned back and spit, watching in awe.Â
âGood boy.âÂ
Any strength he had left was gone at your words, head falling back to its place on your shoulder as you moved your hand down, taking hold of his cock and hearing him hiss at the contact.Â
You think this might be the best thing thatâs ever happened to you.Â
His cock was hot and smooth under your touch, a mix of his spit and precum making it easy to glide your hand over his shaft, letting your thumb catch on the tip and relishing in the way he gasped in your ear.Â
âSuch a pretty cock for a pretty boy, hmm?â The feeling of his fingers digging into your thighs only spurred you on, hand tight around him as you stroked him quickly, loving the way his tummy would clench and heâd gasp at how slick he was, how good it felt.Â
Youâd never seen him so needy, so pathetic as he was right now, little whines and pleas against the shell of your ear as you gripped him. He was heavy in your hand and you wondered how heâd feel on your tongue, how heâd taste when he thrusted into your mouth. Youâd add that to the list of things you needed to do immediately.Â
âMâsorry, sorry fuckâyouâre gonna make me cum, mâgonna cumâoh shit.â He was throbbing hard against your palm, breathing even harder against your neck and you cooed at him when his hips started thrusting up in time with your strokes.Â
âWithout asking? I donât think so, Stevie. You havenât even said please!â Your hand slowed and he moved so his hand was wrapped over yours, trying to get you to go faster but you swatted him away, scolding him with a pinch to his hip.Â
Taking one look at his face that was still buried in your throat, you could tell he was out of it, so fucked out you werenât sure he could even form words, let alone beg. But that didnât stop you from egging him on, slowing down until he was so worked up he was on the verge of tears.Â
âOh fuckâpleaseâŚbaby, honey, please let me cum? Iâve been so good I just..shit I need it. You feel so good, perfect girl. O-oh my god, please. Please please please.âÂ
He was mumbling, a mix of curses and pleas as he left sloppy, open mouthed kisses against your throat. You think youâd give him anything he wanted right now with how pretty he sounded, all pathetic and fucked out for you.Â
âGo ahead, pretty boy. Cum on my hand, yeah? Make a mess of us.â Your hand sped up on his cock, feeling yourself leak into his bed as he twitched against your fingers. You kept going, kept talking as his hips got sloppy and cock was red and begging for release.Â
âDonât know how youâll ever fit inside me, Stevie. Gonna have to prep me for days I think.âÂ
âNext time youâll have to use my mouth, yeah? I hate letting your cum go to waste.âÂ
âYâlook so pretty like this. My sweet boy thrusting up into my hand, gonna think about this for days.â
He thrusted up one final time, hips stilling and body going tight as his orgasm took over. His cum coated your fist that was still wrapped around him, reaching his belly and even spilling down onto his thighs. He couldnât even see the way you pouted at how much had been wasted, cursing yourself for not letting him use your mouth.Â
Slumped completely against your chest he mumbled something about his legs feeling like jelly and you giggled, cheek resting against his forehead.Â
âSoooo, good then?âÂ
It took all the energy he could muster to squeeze your thigh, head moving to the side a fraction so he could look at you, smiling so big his cheeks had to hurt. âAre you fuckinâ kidding? I think I just saw god for a second.âÂ
Rolling your eyes and shoving at his shoulders, butterflies danced in your stomach at how pretty he looked. His skin was flushed and glowing, hair a mess where youâd both pulled at it, lips swollen and red from biting and kissing and holding them between his teeth. He looked phenomenal.Â
As much as youâd love to stay here wrapped up in him for the rest of your life, your thighs had gone numb from being stretched around his hips and your back ached from sitting back against his headboard for so long.Â
Out of the corner of your eye you could see him nodding off on your shoulder, eyes fluttering shut and little puffs of air hitting your skin. You tapped his cheeks with your clean hand, âCâmon, Stevie. Gotta clean us up and then we can go straight to bed.âÂ
He groaned in protest but leaned up enough so that you could slip from behind him, legs tingling when you stood on them, hobbling to the bathroom on shaky legs and flipping Steve off when you heard him chuckle from behind you.Â
âOh fuck off, Harrington.âÂ
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When Steve wakes up the next morning itâs slow and sweet, eyes blinking open and a small smile on his lips when he feels you pressed into his side.Â
He looks down and tries not to laugh at your mouth hanging open, a little bit of drool on his chest from where your cheek is squished against his skin. Your hair is sticking up in every direction and he can feel your breath on him. It makes his heart grow in his chest, an overwhelming sense of joy and contentment washing over him as he stares down at you. He could get used to this, you attached to his hip and waking up to you in his bed.Â
Thinking back to when you barely gave him the time of day, he smiles at your relationship now. How youâre just as needy as him, tugging on his belt loop to pull him to you if heâs not close enough for your liking, pulling his hand to your thigh in his car if he doesnât do it first. Heâs seen you use your foot to pull his chair closer to yours at work countless times, a little smile on his mouth every time.Â
Thereâs a part of him that doesnât know how he got so lucky. He feels that way all the time but especially when you laugh louder than you mean to, hand coming up to cover your mouth with a bashful smile. He feels it when you're humming along to a song youâd heard on the radio, head moving side to side and hips swaying to the beat in your head. He feels it when you randomly bring his hand up to your mouth, pressing a kiss to his palm and to his fingertips.Â
He feels it all the time, really.Â
And he loves when you're mean to him, when you tease him about staring at you too long or for getting all bashful when you do something normal like tuck your hair behind your ear or scrunch your nose. He loves that you turn him into mush.Â
âStop staring, you creep.â Heâd been so lost in his thoughts he didnât notice your eyes opening or howâd you had scooted closer to him, one leg coming up to tangle with his, wrapped together tightly.Â
âThatâs rich coming from you considering Iâm gonna have to clean your drool off me.â You gasped, sitting up straight and smacking at this chest, appalled at the notion that you would everâcould everâdrool on him in your sleep.Â
âKeep it up, Steve. Remember what happened the last time you pissed me off?â
As if heâd ever forget. Unfortunately for you, the idea of repeating last night, or anything like it, was hardly going to deter him from pressing your buttons in the way that only he knew how to do. Reaching out he tugged you back down to him, tucking you back into his side and pressing a soft kiss to the crown of your head.Â
âDonât tempt me with a good time.âÂ
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big beefy number one pro hero deku is absolutely smitten with you, his chubby little girlfriend, and yeah you're a little bit of an airhead sometimes but that makes you all the more endearing to him.
prior to meeting you he used to feel embarrassed whenever he'd ramble too long about heroes or quirks. after some time people would drown him out after he started his disjointed babbling, not wanting to listen to him ramble. with you it's different, the first time it happened he went to apologise to you. jirou once told him he should try and apologise if he realised he did it to strangers afterwards- especially now that he's a pro hero.
so he goes to stammer out an apology after realising he spoke to you uninterrupted about all might's golden age for five minutes and you tilt your head and giggle at him. izuku draws in a breath. "why are you apologising deku? i really liked hearing you speak. what about his other ages?"
izuku felt like he was malfunctioning, "what?"
you bite your lip to stop yourself from giggling again. who knew pro hero deku is so cute? "like the silver age and the bronze age? are those all the ages or is there like a platinum age too?" izuku grins, you're so interested in what he has to say he can't help it. "wait was is all might's quirk again? he's like strong right? that's his quirk."
izuku pauses for a second before barking out a laugh. you pout and glare at him feigned annoyance. 'she's so adorable and ditzy. i need to speak to her again.'
you constantly praise him, not just for hero work either, and ever single time it makes his entire face red. it doesn't matter that you've been dating for four years now and izuku's brought an engagement ring, he still gets flustered with all the compliments.
people compliment him all the time, it comes with the job, but when you do it it means so much more. " 'zuku you're so brave!" "i don't understand this at all izuku, can you explain it too me? you're the smartest person i know." "you're so pretty." "your hair is so soft." "you're the best hero ever!"
a light sheen of sweat covers your forehead after being manhandled by your boyfriend into the cowgirl position, he loves holding onto your love handles and moving you up and down on his cock, with each bounce your body jiggles. you'll lay in bed with your face buried in his chest as you trace the scars on his arms with your fingertips lightly, "you're so strong izuku." you turn to face him and your chubby cheeks lift as you smile. "i'm so proud of you." his heart skips a beat. he's never loved anyone more than he loves you.
izuku gets possessive of you, he doesn't like people touching you. you're his. before you he never thought he would be jealous or possessive but then you came into his life and he nearly broke the glass of champagne he was holding when he saw todoroki talk to you. he knows todoroki doesn't like you like that, he's liked yaoyorozu since ua but he was too close to you and izuku hated it. his legs moved before he could think, walking up to you both with a forced smile on his face. he wraps his arm around your soft waist, tightly, and kisses your forehead. you smile sweetly at him and lean into his body. izuku brought you home earlier than you thought he would that night, holding onto your thick thigh with one hand while his other hand is on the steering wheel, driving you both home.
his jealous nature was cemented a week after when he saw kaminari talking to you. not just talking to you- flirting with you. if izuku was holding a glass like he was last time he most certainly would of smashed it in anger. you don't even realise what kaminari is doing and izuku knows you don't.
you listen to him talk intently and nod your head, you smile at him and laugh at his jokes. to some people they would think this would be you flirting back but you're not, you're just trying to be nice. kaminari has decided to talk to you and you want to be kind and listen to what he has to say and izuku has really admired that quality about you but right now he wishes you could pick up on the clear signs that kaminari is giving you.
izuku snaps when he sees kaminari look at your cleavage and glance at your body, his eyes lingering on your plush thighs. his voice is strained as he pulls you away from kaminari making some half-arsed, offhanded excuse as he takes you home immediately.
when he saves a small child and he gives them his award winning grin all he can think about afterwards is you. 'who are our kids going to look like? will they have my freckles? or maybe her hair? if they're half as cute as her they'll be the cutest kids ever.' he's already planning their bedrooms and his eyes drift to the baby clothes section at stores.
your boyfriend has the biggest breeding kink known to man and you get reminded of that as he folds your body into a mating press and groans deeply in your ear, "can't wait to see your soft body get softer puppy, promise i'll look after, you won't have to lift a finger." you loudly whine, grabbing hold of his large arms, every thrust causes a loud slapping sound with how wet you are. "you're gonna look so pretty puppy. i'm going to pump you full, make sure you don't spill any for me, just like the good girl you are."
izuku adores you and you feel exactly the same about him.
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american wedding l ln4
summary: lando dating zak brown's daughter leads to a lot of pr disasters, like getting married in vegas
notes: can be read as a part two to boss' daughter or a stand alone
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yourusername wasnt gonna drink tonight but i miss my bf like a mf.
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user real tbh
user i miss u like a mf. show ur face at a race already queen.
user no cause it's been forever since she went to one and i miss the chaotic content with her and lando
user you know damn well you were gonna drink regardless liked by yourusername
landonorris i miss u moređ just drop out of uni and come to all my races
zbrownceo excuse me?
landonorris JUST A JOKE! ha ha ha.
user LANDOđđ
landonorris but i just booked a flight to nyc because of this post btw. see you this weekendđ
yourusername i was about to start crying until i realized what emoji you usedđ
oscarpiastri dont we have be at the mtc this weekened??
yourusername SHHHH OSCAH
landonorris yeah oscar shhh
user poor oscar is always getting tag teammed by those two
user lando getting that in-law privilege by skipping important meetings to see his boss' daughterđ
user i love this relationship's dynamic theyre so perfect for each other
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f1gossip Lando and Y/n's Brown's weekend in New York City! It seems Lando skipped his trip to the MTC to be with his girlfriend where they were pictured clubbing and walking around the city multiple times.
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user IN THE CLURB WE ALL FAM
user he finally met his match lol
user lando is a clingy drunk confirmedâ
user i really want to know what their drunk conversations sound like
user hot take but if she wasnt zaks daughter most of you guys would hate her
user shes making him blow off important meetings so he could be with her? she sounds like a distraction from racing
user girl what- her dad is literally the ceo? if there was an issue im sure he wouldve let them know bffr
user zak brown is probably tired of these twođ
user is partying all they do together?
user no cause she lowkey seems like a bad influence
user i agree𫣠shes always posting herself partying and drinking, thats not wag material
user she might be a pr nightmare but i stand with my canceled wifeđ
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landonorris nyc to vegasđŠ aaaand i brought the bad influence with
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user the caption IM-
user nah hes lowkey dissing y/n hatersđ
user how did he bag someone 10x cooler than him
user the bottle of alcohol and the vape, she really is ready for vegas
user Y/N'S BACK!!!
yourusername vegas aint ready for us
landonorris no they arentđ
yourusername enough.
user no hate to the other wags but y/n is truly the realest one out of all of them
user fr she truly is just a normal girl in her twenties
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yourusername what is that suppose that mean OSCAH!!! my father will hear of this
oscarpiastri ok calm down draco malfoy
user why is there lowkey beef between y/n and oscar LMFAO
yourusername he hates my swag!!!
oscarpiastri she brings a lotttt of energy to the garage when shes heređ
user im crying at oscars responseđđđ hes had enough of yn and lando
user idk if her holding a bottle of alcohol is appropriate to post!
user pls grow up omg
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yourusername postt race partoes >>>>>> the avtual race
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user THEE party girl
user i need to party with them so bad
user lando.jpg when???
user the typosđ shes already drunk
user yup theres already videos of her and lando drunkly dancing together all over twitter
user yeah and oscar was in the background of those videos looking miserable LMFAOO
user oh to be a wag partying in vegas with lando
yourusername posted a story
user i voted fall to my knees and cry btwâŚif you even care
user um this is a random question to ask at 3amâŚ
user what stores are even open rnđđ
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oscarpiastri Y/N??? IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU AND LANDO FOR LIKE A HALF AN HOUR AT THE CLUB AND YOURE NOT EVEN HERE??
oscarpiastri if you guys dont pick up your phones i swear to godâŚ
oscarpiastri of course i get stuck as babysitter to the two most drunk people at the party
yourusername heY oscahđđ sendingg u my lpcation now cuz we need a witness so come ASAPPPPPP
oscarpiastri WITNESS FOR WHAT?
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danielricciardo if this means what i think it means, youre both so deadđ¤Ł
user babes didnt u just post at the club like an hour ago
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yourusername do u guys thonk my dad will be mad thaT oscar walked me down the aislee?
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user OH MY GOD??
user mclarens pr team are going to have a rude awakening in the morningđ
user shes never beating the bad influence allegations i fear
user crazy to think that this time last year he was flirting with her through her instagram commentsđ
user and now theyre married omg i remember everyone was teasing lando but he truly got the last laugh
carlossainz55 i dont know if i should congralute you guys or be concerned?
user mind you, its almost four in the morning in vegas
danielricciardo getting married is crazy, you should be at the club
yourusername u mak a grrat point! otw now
mclaren we cannot congratulate until the boss says its okay sorryđ
zbrownceo answer your phone.
oscarpiastri sir, i would like it to be known that she blackmailed to be there
yourusername okay snitch!
zbrownceo im not kidding y/n
danielricciardo ouuu youre in trouble
user its so over for them
user zak finally putting his foot down with these two LMFAO
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f1gossip Wedding celebrations at the club! Seems like the newlyweds are back partying after their wedding announcement was made just a few minutes ago. Congrats to them?
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user everyone is freaking out and theyre literally at the club im cryingg
user "congrats to them?" is literally all of us rnđ
user they are not real omg
user zak is probably blowing up their phones and they do not care at all lmfaooo
user truly winning the idgaf war
user real question is are they getting an annulment once they sober up???
user i really wanna know what zak will make them do
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f1gossip Newly weds update! The two were seen this afternoon leaving Las Vegas with Zak Brown himself. Neither were seen wearing wedding rings, possible divorce?
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user well that was fun while it lasted
user damn they beat kim kardashians record of the shortest marriage
user at least theyre still datingđ
user they definitely got yelled at lmfaoo
user cant tell if zak is happy or angry that his daughter married norris considering how much he loves him
user oh hes def happy about it but not happy they posted it LOL
user good for him for getting an annulment. shes a mess
user and hes not? bye theyre both messy
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landonorris annulment? we're in our honeymoon
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user oh so theyre fr about this marriageđ
user does bro know theres a race on sunday
user they look so in love im honestly really happy for them
yourusername we beat the fraud marriage allegationsđ
mclaren now thats its been approved by the boss, congratulations to the best papaya couple theres ever beenđ§Ą
user wow so zak approves! im shocked tbh
user i wish i couldve seen their reactions the morning after the wedding
yourusername ohhh we didnt remember any of it tbh but were happy now!
user LMFAO OMG....
user she finally got her ring!! and here you guys were thinking they got a divorce bc she didnt have one
danielricciardo never thought id see the day
yourusername me neither tbh
landonorris excuse me WHAT
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landoupdates Lando was questioned on his Vegas wedding in new interview.
"We decided not to get any annulment or anything and just keep this Vegas marriage as sort of like a promise for a real one in the future." đ§Ą
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user omgđđthey are too cute
user not to be dramatic but i would honestly cried if they broke up
user no literally they mean everything to me
user "i really do think y/n is the one" DO YOU HEAR ME SOBBING
user he gets so smiley when y/n is brought up ughhh me and WHO
user and to think y/n has haters is crazyyy this man is so in love with her
user if oscar isnt the best man ill riot for him, he was there for the og wedding
user imagining them trying to convince zak to not get a divorce is the cutest but funniest thing ever
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more notes: has anyone seen anora?? it inspired this haha A FRAUD MARRIAGE!!!
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feral, suguru geto
synopsis: suguruâs not sure how youâll react to his new haircut. content: very filthy and NSFW! (orgasms, 69, cowgirl - kinda, mating press, messy) wc: 2.3k an: combined two requests so i hope my lovely anons donât mind đ¸. and as usual not proofread!
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suguru looks up at the mirror and his identity â his once luscious long hair ... gone. immediately he regrets his decision and a frown takes home on his face.
he pulls on his hoodie and leaves the barber shop. "why did i think that was a good idea?" he scolds himself internally. "ugh, she's going to hate it. i look so stupid." he thinks as he's walking back home.
"i think it looks great," satoru chirps from the couch. he glances at satoru once before groaning, "you're just saying that so i don't feel bad. she's going to hate it man."
"no, i really am not. i think it's nice that you changed up your hair. couldn't tell the difference between you and your girlfriend when you guys would nap together," he giggles. and suguru's throwing a pillow at his face to shut him up.
he comes to pick you up at the airport. a beanie and hoodie over it to keep you from noticing his haircut for as long as he could. he sees you walk out of the airport, looking around for him. suguru's frown is immediately turning into a beaming smile when your eyes catch his and you're running into his arms.
he picks you up almost crushing you and you're a squealing mess in his embrace. you pull back and hold his face, peppering it with kisses causing him to breathe out a lighthearted chuckle.
you talk about your trip the entire ride home and he listens happily. he's glad you don't talk ask about what's going on with the beanie and hoodie combo. you come out of the shower, a small knowing smirk plays on your lips.
"don't you feel hot?" you ask him, fanning your face. "not really," he presses his lips together. 'uh oh...' an alert goes on in his brain. his heart picks up a beat at the thought of how you'll react.
you cross your arms and raise an eyebrow. "what" he whines when you look at him like that. instead of making him nervous it was making his dick hard. "do you have something to show me suguru?" you ask walking towards him with faux tentative steps.
"you know, don't you?" he sighs. âsatoru told me,â you giggle sitting down next to him on the couch. âcome on let me see,â you tell him eagerly.
âwill you break up with me if it looks bad?â he asks you half jokingly, half seriously. âdepends,â you joke and he scoffs. âiâm kidding baby, iâm never leaving youâ you crawl into his lap.
his breath hitches slightly when you sit directly over his half hardened cock. instinctively he wraps his arms you and drops his head to your chest.
he looks back up and whispers âgo aheadâ. you hold your breath as you pull down his hoodie. his usual bun not visible. your hands reach for his beanie and he shuts his eyes, afraid of your reaction. âsuguru, open your eyes.â you chuckle.
âcanât. just remove the beanie and tell me you hate it already,â he says. you pull off the beanie and gasp quietly but he notices and opens his eyes immediately. a slow smiles spreads on your lips and you let out a giggle in awe.
âoh my god,â you run your hand through his locks. his hair much much shorter but his bangs were still framing his face like usual. a wolf cut. âi love it,â you squeal when your eyes fall to his. âreally?â he matches your tone. âyesss. so so much. it suits you so well.â you beam.
âyou look really sexy.â you add on, a blush creeping at your neck at the way he squints his eyes at you. youâre sure he can feel the wetness forming in between your legs at his half hard dick slightly prodding at your clit.
âyeah?â he asks, his face close enough you could feel his breath on your lips. his nose bumps into yours. âyeah,â you confirm.
he hums moving his lips over yours. kissing you so softly. too consumed in the kiss you start grinding in his lap. your hand tangles in his hair, tugging it.
he groans lowly into your mouth as he bucks up into you. he pulls away and bites into your exposed shoulder. âplease,â you whimper when he looks at you. and heâd be crazy to say no when you look at him with a cute pout.
âwhat do ya want?â he asks, knowing the answer. but he wanted you to voice out. you look away and he pulls back your face to look at him â his hand squishing your cheeks cutely. ânow now, donât go shy on me when you were just grindin on my cock.â
âsuguru,â you whine. âdarling,â he whines back. you narrow your eyes at him. âgo on. say it.â he urges you. âwant youâŚwant you to fuck me.â you huff.
âsee that wasnât so hard,â he squeezes your cheeks once more making your lips pucker and places a dirty kiss. biting your lip to watch it snap back against your teeth and smiling pridefully.
he pulls off your shirt slowly. admiring your soft skin with his lips. his mouth on your boobs licking around your nipple and sucking it in so sinfully â you felt hot in your skin. you squirm in his grip as he continues assaulting your boobs.
his hand moves between your legs and slips in your pants over your panties and you moan unashamedly. âletâs see how much youâve missed me,â he speaks with a mischievous tone. you twitch and your head falls back when his fingers move over you panties, collecting your arousal. he lets out a contented murmur. âso wet baby, i bet i could just slide in easily.â your boob now covered with his saliva. you tug his hair and he unlatches his mouth with a pop. you bring his face up to yours and he lulls his tongue knowingly. you tilt your head slightly and suck on his tongue eagerly.
his hand moves around your neck and pushes you back, halting your movements. his nose pokes into your cheek as he rubs over your clothed clit. his breathing grows heavier as if he was the one reaching his high.
without a second thought you grab his hand still in your panties and press it closer to yourself. you move against it stimulating yourself. his fingers rub your pussy while the end of his palm presses against your clit with every jerk of your hips.
your grip tightens on the back of his neck as your head falls back and you gasp a whimper. feeling your fingernails dig into his nape has him rutting his hips into your core.
his heavy breathing hits your neck and he sinks his canines into your flesh silencing himself. you feel his muffled groans against your skin as he keeps torturing your drenched pussy and unconsciously bucking up into you.
ânghhâ fuck sugu iâmâ you cum with a loud cry of his name â both hands on his shoulder trying to steady yourself as you twitch in his lap. at that he finally pulls your panties aside and dips his finger into your hole. he holds his breath at the feeling of your warm arousal and the clenching of your walls around his digit.
âpussyâs so greedy. did you not give her any attention?,â he purrs teasingly. his hand still wrapped around your neck tightens â cutting off your oxygen and flooding your head with a lustful fog.
he clucks disapprovingly when you shake your head. he moves his hand down to your waist and holds you as he stands up and sits you back down on the couch â on his knees between your legs.
he pulls out his finger from between your legs and pushes it into your mouth. watching with his lips parted as you make a show of sucking your juices off of it. tongue swirling around the tip of his finger and then bobbing your head down to his knuckles.
âyouâre going to drive me insane,â he growls immediately pulling you into a rough kiss. his teeth nipping your lips and sliding his tongue against yours â at last tasting you and he bellows a whine into your mouth.
he pulls down your pants along with your drenched panties roughly almost pulling you with it and he squeaks a sorry making you laugh at his excitement.
he places your legs on his shoulders and admires your glistening pussy â your sweet arousal covering every inch. he almost feels overwhelmed and his heart picks up a beat. he looks back up to you and you smile at him so sweetly he almost falls face first into your cunt.
he laughs under his breath moving closer. your hole flutters in anticipation when a cold puff of his breath patters near it. your squeal quickly turns into a moan when his tongue licks a stripe up your folds. he spreads your folds and lets a string of spit fall over your hole watching it clench.
âgod, so needy. mama's not been takin care of you huh?" and as if in agreement your pussy clenches again and he laughs in amusement.
"suguru," you purr. he hums licking up your folds and then teasing your clit. "wanna taste you as well," you request. and he swears he almost comes at your needy tone. he'd be a madman to say no. he pulls you down on the floor with him. laying side by side in a 69 position.
you pull down his shorts and his dick springs up and hits his abdomen. the tip's flushed pink with pre cum covering his slit, a vein running at the side of his length throbbing under your touch. it twiches in your hand and he lets out a guttural moan.
your tongue teases his slit, gathering his pre cum into your mouth and then spitting it back on his cock â pumping him once, twice, before you decide to take all of him in your mouth. he bites down at your inner thigh at the immense pleasure feels. he bucks accidentally hitting the back of your throat making you gag. "fuckkkkk," he lets out a loud, deep groan, resonating throughout the living room.
he grabs your legs and brings you closer to his mouth. breathing in your arousal, twitching in your mouth. "ahh" you moan with him still in your mouth â he picks up the pace and starts tongue fucking you. dipping his tongue inside you, feeling your warm walls taking him in excitedly.
he tries to keep himself cumming in your mouth but you make it so hard when you start massaging his balls. he pulls away from you, unlatching his mouth. "need to be in you," he speaks with a raspy urgency. his hands move to your head keeping you there for a moment before he pulls you off of him and into his lap.
he wraps an arm around you once you take hold of his dick and sink down on him so wickedly slow. you grab his neck and bring him close. a string of saliva falls against his upper lip from your mouth. you close the space between you and lick it clean and plunging your tongue back into his mouth â both of you whining at the taste of your arousals on each other's tongue.
he leans back on one hand and starts bucking up into your heated cunt. moans of pleasure spilling out of both of you â loud enough that passerbys in the hallway felt a blush creep up their necks.
"ngh ha â baby, i'm not going to last long," he warns. you rub a finger over your clit, trying to reach your high at the same time as him. his cock head nudges against your g-spot pushing you closer â the coil in your stomach tightening.
he brings your mouth to his, kissing you â wanting to feel your moans inside him. the kiss is messy with spit dribbling down the side of both your mouths, both it doesnt stop you from trying to kiss each other.
"cumming," you bite down his lip as the coil snaps and floods your senses. your fingers scratch down his chest, leaving trails of red in its wake. he halts his hips when you start clenching around him uncontrollably and in the process milking him. you grind against him slowly wanting to make the feeling last longer for him as his ropes of his cum fills you.
he wraps both arms around you and hugs you, still sheathed in your cunt. he fills you to the brim, a bit of his cum running down your thighs and falling on his own. you gather a little bit on your finger and lick it clean, keeping your gaze on him. and he's hard again.
"you're so cruel," he adds laying you down and getting on top of you. he pushes your legs up to your chest as he starts fucking you. his hips snapping against the back of your legs. he makes you cum so hard again, all you can see is white. he falls down to your chest both of you sticky from sweat and cum running your legs.
he picks you up and carries you to the bathroom. you wrap arms around each other and share endless kisses under the water. "if i knew my hair cut would have you acting like this, i would've cut it long time ago," he speaks against the kiss. you blush and hide your face into his chest, "i missed you." you feel his dick poking against your leg and you gasp "again?" and he laughs in return, "guess heâs missed you too".
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Four Times the Batkids Forget They're Adopted, and The One Time Damian Forgets He Isn't
It had started off as a joke, as most things do, and Dick meant nothing behind it, really. It was amusing to him, actually, to tell his coworkers things about Batman and pass it off as his father. âOh my dad? Yeah hes not big on talking. He loves showing me he cares though.â (this was, of course, in reference to Batman doing three back flips and a kick split when Nightwing had patrolled with him the other day, a classic Nightwing move) But it soonâŚwent deeper. Dick stopped making jokes out of it, and actually began listing things about Bruce. About his Dad. It didn't help that his police friends were actually interested. âSo did you and the old man do anything fun over the weekend?â Dick thought back to how he had wanted to surprise Bruce by stopping by for dinner and instead had ended up in the sewer eating granola bars on a stakeout for killer croc, who had escaped. Again. âOh yeah we had a picnic.â Dick nodded, smiling at Randy. âYeah. Heâs, heâs kinda bad at remembering when to eat a meal on time and all that.â Dick laughed. âIts something I share too. Must be genetics.â He rolled his eyes. Randy laughed, clapping a hand on his shoulder. âI hear you. My old man smoked all the live long day. I try to keep it down, but that addiction gene is just strong eh?â Dick chuckled. âYeah I guess.â His phone buzzed in his pocket and he waved to Randy, turning to tug it out. It was one, simple message from Babs. âUr adopted genius. What genes.âÂ
Jason didn't even know how they had gotten on the topic. But here they were. âYes. I got my mothers hair, of course, but I get my temper from my father.â Artemis was saying. âI have parents.â Bizarro grunted. Roy laughed, smacking him on the shoulder. âWell you certainly didn't get Kalâs looks buddy. But you do have his killer hair.â Starfire laughed. âThat is true. I, for one, share my parents hair and have my fathers powers. But truly the best gene I was given were my mothers eyes.â They all turned to Jason. âWhat about you?â Roy asked. Jason scratched the back of his neck. âUh, I used to have my dads eyes but um after the pit y'know,â He waved to his now green eyes. âAnd actually I have my dads dark black hair, and heâs graying early too, which might be why my white streak is so prominent.â They nodded in agreement. âBut yeah, hes actually a little taller than me so maybe Iâll still grow a few inches but uh yeah. I don't⌠remember my mother enough to talk about her.â âDang man. I wish we could meet your dad.â Roy murmured, laying a comforting hand on Jasonâs shoulder. âThen we could really compare. I mean-â He laughed. âYou sound like his carbon copy.â Jason frowned at his friend. âWhat do you mean? Youâve met Bruce?â They stared at him. âJason,â Artemis began slowly. âAren't you adopted?âÂ
Tim hunched over the information form, eyes straining to read the small print. His hand reached up to stifle a yawn and he settled for a sigh instead. It was late, but Tim needed to get the form done before he went to bed, otherwise everything would be far too stressful in the morning. He reached over and grabbed his coffee mug, a dark black cup that had a red R painted on it poorly. Bruce had made it for him a few years ago when he had first become Red Robin. He sipped it, staring down at the medical form. âGods I hate having to do this.â He muttered, but reluctantly grabbed the thick medical binder Alfred had obligingly gotten for him when he had asked for medical records of the family. Tim did not under any circumstances, want to have to sit at the doctors office the next day and somehow lie his way through all the medical questions relating to his family history. He didn't have the time nor patience for it, and it was crucial he was given proper medical advice what with his missing spleen. âAny history of heart issues Bruce?â Tim muttered, flipping back past Martha and Thomas to Bruceâs great great great grandfather. âNope, guess not.â Tim was halfway through the form when he realized the blood coursing through his veins wasn't Bruceâs.Â
Steph rubbed a hand across her belly, staring at the monitor. âYour baby looks good Ms. Brown. Theyâre at the proper stage. Due in about two months. Weâll see you back here for your next check up.â âthank you doctor.â Steph murmured, sliding off the bed and dressing quickly before hurrying out to her car. The car door slammed shut behind her and she breathed, pressing her forehead to the steering wheel. Her phone buzzed. She lifted it and pressed it to her ear, hitting accept. âHello?â âhey Steph.â Bruceâs voice vibrated through the phone. âHow was your doctors appointment?â Steph gave a bitter laugh. âEverything looks good. The baby will come in about two months.â âThats good. Thats real good.â Steph nodded, eyes closed. âYou doing okay Stephanie?â Bruce asked, voice soft. âI don't know.â her voice broke and she squeezed her eyes shut, fighting tears. âI just- Iâm so scared Bruce. So scared.â Bruce hummed comfortingly through the phone. âI know Steph. Its scary. And parenting, its hard.â Steph coughed out a watery chuckle. âWas that a hit?â She muttered, rubbing a hand over her face. Bruce chuckled. âNo. Baby it wasn't. And just think, youâll get to see all the firsts I didn't get with you. Their first steps. Their first wave. You might even get to hear them say mama before i kidnap- i mean adopt him or her.â Steph laughed again, and it sounded less watery. âYeah. Well, when do kids start walking?â She asked in interest, sniffing and sitting up straight again. Bruce hummed. âWell i started walking almost immediately, but Im special.â Steph laughed. âOf course.â âalfred said i first started talking when I was around thirteen months old, and Talia said Damian was walking by ten, but she could have been lying.â Steph nodded. âTell me more.â She whispered. Bruce obliged, happy to distract her. âOh and whats probably going to be your favorite, babies, or at least I did, start laughing at around four months.â âlaughing?â Steph gasped. âOh Brucie!!! Thats too funny! Little chubby baby you, the future batman, laughing!â She cooed. She could almost feel his eye roll through the phone and stifled her laugh. âSo yeah..â Bruce finished. âYou should expect your kiddo to start walking around then. And laughing probably sooner. I would have if you'd be in my life at that time.â Steph was quiet. âThank you B.â He hummed. âAnytime Steph. Iâll always be here to help you.â âWait wait wait-â a new voice joined in the background of Bruce. âAre you guys serious right now?â Steph identified it as Jason. âWhat?â Bruce asked puzzled. âB, Stephs adopted. Her kid is as likely to walk at the same time you did as when she did!âÂ
âDamian?â âGo away Drake.â Damian called back, riffling through the papers. âDami?â Tim poked his head into his younger brothers room. âOh hey kiddo. Whatcha doing?â âI am busy Timothy.â Damian countered in annoyance, shoving the box back under his bed and moving to his desk. âWhat are you looking for?â Tim asked puzzled. Damian ignored him. âDami.â âGo away Timothy.â Tim crossed his arms, leaning against the doorframe. âCome on Baby Bird. Tell me.â Damian shook his head, covering the blush on his cheeks by poking behind the desk. âDamian.â Timâs hand was suddenly on his back. Damian jumped. Tim held up his hands in surrender. âJust tell me. Iâm sure I can help you find it.â Damian sighed in acceptance, cheeks pink. âI have.. Lost my adoption papers.â He muttered, staring at the floor. But Tim didn't laugh or ridicule him. In fact, when he looked up, his brother seemed thoughtful. âWell i know me and dick and jason have them hung over our bedsâŚâ His gaze drifted to the very clearly empty space above Damians bed. âI know.â Damian jerked his head in a nod. âThat is why I wished to find it.â Tim nodded in understanding. âWell, lets go look in the den. Thats where Alfred keeps all the legal stuff.â Damian trailed after his brother to the living room and watched as he opened the cabinet and pulled out three boxes. âYou look through this one, Iâll search these two.â Tim ordered. Damian nodded, accepting the box. It was where Alfred found them, two hours later, broom in hand. âMy dear sirs, what are you doing?â The butler asked in bafflement. âLooking for Damians adoption record.â Tim answered, nose still in some papers. Alfred looked at them. âMaster Tim. Master Damian.â The two boys looked up. âYes Alfred?â Tim asked. Alfred's face was fond and utterly confused. âMaster Damian is not adopted. He is Master Bruceâs blood son.âÂ
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How J.K. Rowling felt after basing Snape on her chemistry teacher (who she quite incorrectly thought hated her) thinking he would never see it (he was good friends with her mother, loved the series, and wrote magical beast fanfiction because he â and I have many sources for this â was a mega-nerd, autistic, multi-talented, innately wizard-ish Welshman).
I looked into this guy because I was wondering what he could have possibly done to get Snape, of all characters, based on him. The only thing I could find was that apparently J.K. Rowling took his autistic socializing as âhe doesnât like meâ and that this guy was actually a really nice person. Like, unusually so. I went to read up on it again for the sake of this post and had a bunch of âOh, thatâs right; he totally did have a restroom with disabled access installed in the science department for J.K. Rowlingâs T.A. mother who was chronically illâ moments, some âOh, thatâs right; he totally was a pillar of his community who went around doing welfare checks on people with violent exes even when he was on his literally on deathbed battling cancerâ moments, some, âOh yeah, he totally was a feminist who lobbied for womenâs rights on a regular basis (my uncle who likes Harry Potter joked that this is why J.K. Rowling didnât like him)â moments, and some âOh, yeah; he totally did used to compare his chemistry class to potion making and wizards when kids got bored and sing about it in Welsh with wizard robes on randomly throughout and at the end of the year like a freaking nerd years before Harry Potter was even conceivedâ moments.
TL;DR: This has been a J.K. Rowling are you fucking kidding me post and also Snape is a feminist by proxy; I donât make the rules.
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light of the morning
in which spencer sneaks into bau!reader's hotel room and they share a little more than just the bed
18+ (smut) warnings/tags: softdom!spence x sub reader, munch!spence, unprotected piv sex (dont do that), creampie (hate that word btw) praise, mentions of having to be quiet because morgan is right next door LOL, fluffy, established co-workers/friends with benefits, soooo idiots in love a/n: here is the promised smut. i am literally kicking my feet and twirling my hair and giggling and blushing at my own writing. I'm gonna have a freak out. requests are open like my legs
Itâs late when the knock finally comes. Late enough that youâre dozing on the bed above the covers.Â
It takes you a moment to reorient yourselfâyouâre rubbing your heavy eyes when you finally get the door.Â
"Hi."
"Hey," says Spencer, hands awkwardly shoved into his pajama pants pockets. Itâs funny, really. He never gets any better at this.Â
You step aside and he enters the room, looking around as you close and relock the door.Â
"Did I wake you?"
"How could you tell?"
"Youâre in pajamas. And you look tired. I meanâyou donât look bad. You never look bad, I just meant⌠you donât look tired but youâre notâI didnât mean toâ"
"Relax," you yawn, putting him out of his misery. "I was joking. I know I look tired." You glance at the digital clock on the nightstand. "Itâs late. We have to be up early tomorrow."
"Yeah, I got, uh, sidetracked. Sorry."
He was reading. If it was anyone else, you'd be offended--but a sinkhole could open up under Spencer's feet and he probably wouldn't notice if he was absorbed in a book.
You shrug, a knowing smile lifting the corner of your mouth.Â
"Itâs fine. But I donât know if tonight is a good night. I really am exhausted."
His eyebrows dart up.Â
"Thatâs fine. Thatâs totally fine. Iâll just, uhâ"
When you donât move from in front of the door, he pauses, unsure. You bite the inside of your cheek, studying his rangy frame and choice of clothing. Blue pajama pants, slippers, grey CalTech zip up hoodie. It feels wrong to describe a 6'1 man as adorable, but thatâs how he looks in his sleep clothes. Thereâs a very real chance, you find yourself thinking, that you are the only member of the BAU to ever see him in something other than slacks and a button-down. He looks so cozy that you kind of really want him in your bed even if heâs not doing anything but sleeping. The invitation slips out before you can think too hard about it.Â
"You could⌠stay, anyway, if you want?"
His mouth parts slightly, and those eyebrows raise again. Thereâs a moment of awkward silence and you are very much beginning to regret your offer, wondering if you somehow violated the sanctity of your co-workers/friends with benefits situtationship. Clumsily you try to backtrack.Â
"Sorry, I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable, you canâ"
"No, no! You didnât, I just donât want you to feel obligated to invite me to stay in your room. Iâm right across the hall, I can go back if you want me to."
You smile awkwardly, silent relief replacing the brief anxiety.Â
"Itâs fine. Itâs not like we havenât shared a bed before." And not like you wouldnât have ended up doing it tonight anyway, if things had gone as originally intended.
He chuckles, looking to the floor and nodding. The blush on his face does not go unnoticed by you. "Fair enough."
Itâs incredibly endearing how nervous he still gets after six months of this little arrangement.Â
"Do you wanna get your stuff, orâŚ"
"No, thatâs okay. Iâll just go back early tomorrow. The chances of someone seeing me leave your room are significantly higher if I do it so soon after entering."
You squint, unable to tell if heâs fucking with you or if thatâs an actual statistically sound probability. And then you realize, blissfully, that you donât really care.Â
"Okay, well. Make yourself comfortable. Iâm just going to brush my teeth."
Once youâre enclosed in the bathroom, hotel vanity lights blinding you as you brush, you find that there is a jittery sort of apprehension buzzing in your chest. But thatâs silly. As you yourself pointed out, the two of you have shared a bed many times over the past few months. But the sleeping together is always a byproduct of the sleeping together. Never have you shared a bed in a completely decent, virtuous, strictly non-sexual manner. Itâs always been a matter of convenienceâless bother if he doesnât have to worry about sneaking back into his room in the middle of the night when youâre both exhausted. Or maybe thatâs just what youâve been telling yourselves.Â
You rinse your mouth out and exit the bathroom, flicking off the light and finding that Spencer has indeed made himself comfortable. The hotel room is dark and heâs already under the covers, fiddling with his phone.Â
"What time should I set the alarm for?" He asks, looking over at you as you crawl into bed, drawing the covers over yourself. "I was thinking 6:23. That should give me enough time toâ"
"Sounds perfect," you affirm, wiggling under the blanket as you get comfortable. He schedules the alarm and sets his phone on the bedside table, dousing the room in complete darkness. Your eyes stay open despite, waiting for them to adjust. A few moments of utter silence and stillness pass, and you can tell Spencer is completely stiff next to you.Â
"Spencer."
âYeah,â he answers immediately. Like heâs even more wired about this whole situation than you are.Â
"You know you donât have to avoid touching me at all costs, right? Iâm not a leper."
He looses a nervous laugh.Â
"I know. Weâve just never really done this."
You frown at the darkness.
"Weâve definitely slept in the same bed before."
"Yeah, but⌠this feels different."
That, you canât argue with. Can friends with benefits share a bed just to be near each other? Does that blur some line? And why does it feel more intimate than the sex?Â
Screw it. If there is one thing you donât want your relationship with Spencer to be, it is uncomfortable. Uncertain, you can work with. But not uncomfortable. You reach for him, hand sliding under the duvetâand find his hand already waiting for yours.Â
"I donât think itâs that different," you lie, interlacing your fingers together slowly.Â
"Prolonged physical non-sexual contact does have measurable health benefitsâŚ" the words are murmured, like the moment is fragile and he doesnât want to shatter it.Â
"Canât argue with the facts," you breathe, trying to modulate the shakiness of your voice. But you have a feeling youâre doing about as good of a job at concealing your nerves as he is. He shifts.
"Can IâŚ"
"Yeah."
Your heart is pounding as he slips one arm under your neck and the other around your waist, pulling you close. Instinctually you curl into him, slinging your top leg over him as youâve done before, but always dismissed as post-sex brain chemicals making you feel all warm and fuzzy. A neurological reaction that is so solidly scientific, neither of you ever questioned it. But it feels bigger now.Â
He exhales as you settle against each otherâa sound of relief that mirrors your own. Heâs so warm, so safe as he envelops you, physically and sensorially. In such close proximity, so clear-headed, you notice each layer of his scent. Toothpaste, lavender, vetiver, detergent. You sort of feel like a creep, but you canât deny how comforting it is. Nor can you deny the pirouette your heart does when he begins minutely rubbing your back, like heâs not even thinking about it.Â
"Goodnight," you whisper into his shirt.Â
"Goodnight," he whispers back.Â
You fall asleep pretty quickly after that.Â
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Itâs unclear what wakes you upâmaybe itâs the blue-grey dawn light filtering in through the filthy window (doubtful, itâs still mostly dark) or maybe itâs the blinking green digital clock on the nightstand. 5:02 AM. Your alarm will go off in an hour and 21 minutes.
Sometime in the night you shifted, turning over in your sleep, but Spencer is still holding you close. The arm slung so casually over your waist is slightly domineering, but you manage to rotate again and face him once more. Mere inches away from his face you can see every detail. His expression is so peaceful, it makes your heart ache.Â
But youâre just friends.Â
Perhaps he felt you moving, because his eyes flutter open and you watch as they flood with consciousness. He takes you in, takes in his arm over your waist. For a split second youâre nervous heâll pull away.Â
"What time is it?" His voice is scratchy with sleep.Â
"Five."
"Why are you awake? We have over an hour til the alarm goes off."
"Sometimes waking up early is okay."
His eyes flicker between your own, and momentarily youâre paralyzed as you realize this is a limbo state for the two of you in which youâve never operated. You donât know whatâs acceptable. You donât know what to do. Being close to him feels so good, that the idea of separating hurts. But you donât want to make him uncomfortable, orâ
He leans forward and kisses you softly. In the blue light of dawn, rather than frenzied and hidden in the dark, a desperate tear of clothes and teeth and handsâitâs almost freeing. All the anxiety you were feeling just seconds ago begins to melt.Â
Friends.Â
"You looked anxious," is his whispered answer after he pulls away a moment later, like a kiss is the simplest remedy in the world. He brushes a lock of hair behind your ear. "We should go back to sleep."
"I donât want to go back to sleep."
The corner of his mouth twitches as he studies you. Â
"No? What do you want?"
Emboldened by your mutual indiscretion, itâs your turn to kiss him. You feel him smile against your lips, hand finding the back of your neck and raking up through your hair to pull you closer.Â
The delirium of sleep seems to have softened you, filed down the rough edges of your boundaries and kicked away the lines in the sand. Whatâs a kiss or two when youâve just woken up? A small, innocuous display of affection while youâre still barely conscious. Nobody could fault either of you for that. People donât think clearly when theyâve just been asleep.
So what if your lips part against his, and his other hand finds its way under your shirt to stroke the bare skin of your waist and hips? So what if you hitch that leg over him again and press closer?
Spencer breaks the kiss, still ghosting over your lips.Â
"I thought it wasnât a good night?"
"Itâs not night time anymore, is it, genius?"
You sneak another kiss, nipping his bottom lip gently as you pull away.Â
Instead of whatever array of responses you were expecting, Spencer smiles slightly, eyes almost sparkling in the faint light. The hand on your hip moves to your face, gently thumbing across your cheek. He begins to say something, and stops himselfâbiting his lip to hold back the words.Â
"What?" you ask, heart dropping. Illusion fracturing.Â
"I was justâ" he begins, pausing for a moment before the words all come out in a rush. "I was just going to tell you how beautiful you are, but I donât know if thatâs something I should say, or if it would feel too⌠I donât knowâŚ"
He trails off. A rare instance in which he doesnât have the words.Â
You do. Intimate. Real. Romantic. And heâs right, it does feel too much like all of those things. But that doesnât mean you donât like it, perhaps more than is strictly good for you.Â
"Itâs fine. Thank you."
He continues chewing on his lip for a moment.Â
"Did I just ruin the mood?"
"No," you laugh, "not at all."
"Thank god," he sighs, surging forward again.Â
"Since when do you thank god?" You manage between kisses.Â
He moves to press his lips to your jaw and down your neck.Â
"Do you want me to talk about the historical and cultural transition of religious expressions into ubiquitous secular colloquialisms right now?"
"Kind of," you breathe.
"No you donât," he murmurs against your neck as his hands find the hem of your shirt. "You want me to take your clothes off."
Well, heâs not wrong there.Â
You help him tug the shirt over your head before leaning back into the pillows as he situates himself over you and lavishes more kisses down your neck and collarbones, pausing to suck a mark only when he knows itâs low enough to be covered by your clothing later.Â
You gasp when his lips brush over your nipple, before running his tongue over the sensitive skin. He glances up at you, and though his mouth is occupied, you can see the humor in his eyes. He loves how sensitive you areâhow easy it is to get a reaction out of you.Â
Of course, you continue to prove him right when he takes the other into his mouth, trying to hold back your little whimpers as he darts his tongue over the peak. Maybe somebody else wouldnât hear them, but Spencer does. Heâs hyper attuned to the sounds you make. Something of a catalogue has begun to form in the back of his mind; he knows exactly what each noise means and how to get them out of you.Â
Once satisfied, he moves to press a kiss to your sternum.Â
"Youâre gonna be quiet for me, right?" Another kiss above your bellybutton. "Because Morgan is sleeping right on the other side of that wall, and we donât want to wake him up."
"Iâll be quiet," you promise, somewhat breathlessly. Spencerâs mouth trails lower until heâs pulling your shorts down your legs, leaving you completely naked. He tosses them somewhere on the floor and hooks your legs over his shoulders.Â
"Good." He plants one last kiss to your thigh and the next one lands right between your legs.Â
You regret the need to be silent almost as soon as he drags his tongue over your clit. Itâs not like the two of you have ever had the privilege of making a lot of noise, as the hotel rooms are always so close to each other, but it doesnât make it any easier.Â
Instead you opt to rake your hands through his hair and try to take deep breaths. But he knows exactly what you likeâhe knows starting light and slow, teasing around your most sensitive spot will work you up to the brink of insanity, just like he knows gentle circles make your back arch and elicit the prettiest little moans.Â
"More," you beg, and the hands wrapped around your thighs rub soothingly, reassuring you that if you can just be patient youâll get what you want.Â
He takes your aching clit into his mouth, sucking lightly and youâre forced to clap a hand over your mouth, muffling the sob of pleasure you canât hold back. Spencer keeps it up until youâre practically riding his face, teasing your dripping entrance with the tip of his tongue when you get too close.Â
"Fuck, please, Spence," you whisper through your fingers, hips rutting in your desperation. Somehow it always ends up like thisâwith him in charge and you begging. Not that you have a problem with it, of course.Â
He hums into you, and if the way his tongue moves back to circling your clit with newfound fervor is any indication, is apparently satisfied with your entreaty.Â
You gasp and try to control your breathy moans, but his mouth feels so good on you that your vision is going out and youâre losing touch with reality ever so slightly. You use the last of your brain power to bite down on the back of your wrist, hoping it adequately muffles the noises you make as you come on Spencerâs tongue and he greedily continues lapping at you. Thereâs really no way of knowingâyour ears are ringing anyway.Â
When you come to a moment later heâs peppering kisses on your thighs, rubbing your hips gently.Â
"So pretty," he murmurs, climbing back up so your lips can meet again. "Everything about you is pretty."
You paw at his shirt, signaling that you want it off as you moan at the taste of yourself on his tongue, feel your slippery arousal staining the kiss. Spencer helps you, sitting up briefly to unzip his hoodie and pull off his shirt.Â
Youâre the one to drag him back down, and you notice that he pulls the covers back over the both of you in a sweet gesture he probably didnât even think about.Â
"Need you to fuck me," you beg, reaching down to try and undress him further.Â
"So crude. What happened to my nice, sweet girl?" He mumbles against your neck, but helps you with his pants anyway.Â
"You must have me confused with someone else."
"Doubtful."
You donât have much time to consider what that could mean before heâs running the head of his cock over your clit and youâre gasping into his mouth, saying please like itâs the only word you know.Â
"There she is," Spencer croons, slipping inside you slow enough for you to feel every inch but quick enough for it to expel all the air from your lungs. Once heâs opened you all the way up, impossibly deep and close, youâre seeing stars, barely breathing. His head has dropped to your shoulder but now he drags his lips up your neck and jaw. "We okay?"
Itâs been a while, you realize, since that last case in Maine. He always takes some getting used to. Hardly able to think around the pressure of his cock you nod, trying to string together a few words.Â
"Fuck, I need a second." The words come out choked, but you manage. Spencer rubs your hip, his lips brushing yours as he speaks.Â
"Relax, sweetheart. I donât want to hurt you."
He curses to himself, dropping his head momentarily. Youâre so fucking soft, and warm, and perfect, he canât think straight. But he has to try because he has to take care of you.Â
"Spence," you gasp, failing to verbally communicate the intensity of the physical sensation.Â
"IÂ know, baby," comes his sympathetic coo. "You know you can take me. Deep breaths."
"Mhm," you squeak, trying to take follow his directions and soften your muscles. Spencer keeps rubbing soothingly over your hips, stomach, whatever he can get his hands on, really, pressing kisses all over your face and telling you how good you are, how perfect you feel for him. After a few moments he feels you fluttering around him and experimentally pulls out halfway, before pushing back in equally as slowly. Your jaw drops as he begins to leisurely fuck you, arms wrapping around his back. He gets deeper than you expect every time, rubbing you raw and stretching you out in the most delicious way.Â
"Perfect, baby. Such a good listener, did exactly what I asked."
You cry out when he begins fucking you impossibly deeper, but still so slow and sweet.
"You feel so fucking good for me," he groans. "This is what you were made for, huh?" You agree enthusiastically, eyes fluttering shut.Â
"Only for you."
Just three wordsâbut he wasnât expecting to like hearing you say that as much as he does. A strong desire to possess you overtakes himâone that heâll probably have the decency to feel guilty about later, but for now feels fucking fantastic and intoxicating.Â
"Only me?"
You moan an affirmation.Â
"Good. I donât want anyone else fucking you, do you understand me?"
"Yes!"
"Iâm the only one who gets to touch you," he breathes, speeding up ever so slightly, "nobody else is going to feel you like this. Such a good girl, spreading her legs for me at five in the fucking morning. Youâre not doing this for anybody else, baby."
"Uh-uh, please, pleasepleaseplease Spenceâ"
He knows what you need, reaching a hand down between your bodies to rub your clit.Â
You gasp an airy, high pitched curse, hips twitching but unable to escape the near-punishing rhythm of his own. Itâs obvious that your orgasm is close, but you canât even warn him, too overwhelmed with pleasure. He kisses you, swallowing your moans that have probably become just a bit too loud given the whole hotel thing.Â
No words are exchanged between the two of you as you near the finish line for a change, open mouths slipping against each others in what is too messy to be called a kiss. Your orgasm body-slams you, a choked silent scream as you tighten around Spencer and he seems to come at nearly the exact same momentâdeep inside you, slowly rolling his hips in a few more strong thrusts as he finishes.Â
You let out a delayed moan at the sensation of being filled up, still pulsing around him as he comes to a halt, buried inside of you. He drops his head to your neck, and you can feel each breath against your flushed skin. Other than the panting, youâre both silent for a while. Spencer seems to gather himself sooner than you do, finally breaking the quiet.Â
"You okay?"
All you can manage is a little squeak, at which he looses a breathy chuckle. His hand slides to your hip, gently stroking the skin with a thumb.Â
"Need your words, angel girl."
"Iâm okay," you coo into his shoulder, but he has to strain to hear it above his own breathing.Â
"Yeah? Why so quiet?"
But it seems that at least for the moment, heâs gotten all the words he can out of you. When he tries to move, you whimper indignantly, clutching onto him tighter.Â
"I really did a number on you this time, huh?" He laughs when you nod into him. "Are you falling asleep?"
"Mhm," you hum dreamily, little puffs of warm air slowing against his neck.Â
"You can haveâŚ" he cranes his head to check the digital clock, "48 minutes."
"An hour."
He settles his weight on you once more, pressing a chaste kiss to your throat. His voice is low and gentle as he admonishes you.Â
"I said 48 minutes."
But it doesnât matterâyouâre already asleep, or close enough to it. Spencer takes the opportunity to shift you to your side, and the way you wrap around him like a vine even unconsciously makes his heart ache. He really should go nowâthe earlier he gets out of your room the less likely certain complications will ariseâbut how can he possibly leave you like this? A vulnerable, dreamy girl with tangled hair haloing around her on the pillow case, clinging to him with blind trust that heâll watch over her as she sleeps? Noâthereâs no way heâs leaving yet. Instead, he brings you closer. 48 perfect minutes will go by far too quickly, heâs sure.Â
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