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loveinhawkins · 3 days
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About twenty minutes into the hike, Steve hears Eddie’s breathing change.
They’re bringing up the rear, but they’re still close enough for some of the group’s conversations to be within earshot—Robin and Nancy leading in a silently agreed upon formation, despite Dustin holding the compass. That way, no matter what, the kids are shielded.
Speaking of the kids, they’re currently having a passionate discussion about who among them will reach the Gate the fastest—and yeah, there’s not a chance in hell that’s happening, Steve thinks, but they don’t need to know that yet.
It’s when the debate specifically turns to who’s the best swimmer that he notices the switch in Eddie’s breathing, air sucked in through clenched teeth. A glance behind confirms Steve’s suspicions; Eddie’s breaking away from the party, his face white, eyes steadfastly on the forest floor.
Steve leaves him be, doesn’t draw any attention to it—but he keeps watch in his peripheral, so he spots exactly when Eddie staggers off, soon swallowed up by the trees. He can still hear his footsteps, though, which is reassuring.
Slowly, making sure it seems casual, Steve bends down and picks up the smallest rock he can find, rubs his thumb across it to make sure the edges are smooth enough.
He throws, hits his target: the back of Dustin’s head.
Predictably, Dustin whirls around, mouth already open to voice his indignation.
Steve quickly puts a finger to his lips.
While Dustin doesn’t look all that thrilled about it, he obligingly stays silent. He’s damn quick on the uptake, of course; Steve can see the spark of understanding in his eyes when he notices that Eddie is missing.
He steps forward with urgency, but Steve’s just as quick to shake his head.
No, it’s okay. I’m on it.
He knows it’s not a coincidence that Eddie left so quietly—that having the kids see him in another moment of vulnerability is probably too much to handle on top of the ongoing nightmare he’s found himself in. Steve gets it; God, if he were in Eddie’s shoes, he’d be taking any opportunity that he could to get some privacy.
Even without words, it’s obvious that Dustin wants to protest, frowning hard.
Steve raises an eyebrow meaningfully. Dude, trust me.
Dustin heaves a silent, dramatic sigh, but he nods all the same.
Steve gestures for the water bottle Dustin’s got in his backpack. Mimes for Dustin to throw it to him.
Dustin brings out the bottle, but doesn’t throw it immediately, like he’s doubtful Steve will make the catch.
Steve rolls his eyes. Seriously? Dickhead.
Dustin rolls his eyes right back.
When he throws the bottle, Steve catches it one-handed as a point of pride.
Dustin’s theatrics grow: he gasps, all slack-jawed, wide-eyed disbelief; Steve flips him off.
Then Dustin taps his watch deliberately.
Steve softens, gives him a brief thumbs up before following where Eddie went. He looks back a couple of times, reassured by the sight of Robin and Nancy stopping and rearranging themselves so the group formation is kept up in his absence.
It doesn’t take long to find Eddie. He hears him first, harsh, bitten off retching—and while that’s not exactly a surprise, the sound still makes Steve’s heart sink.
Eddie’s doubled over, leaning against a tree with one hand. Steve feels a sudden impulse to pull his hair back for him but resists it—remembers Eddie violently flinching away from any touch in the boathouse.
So he just makes sure his presence is nice and obvious without being overwhelming—takes leisurely, even footsteps. He sits down opposite, just close enough that Eddie could reach out if he needed to.
But he doesn’t. He’s barely stopped retching before he’s trying to straighten up, grip slipping against the bark. Steve winces at the thought of splinters digging into his palm.
“Woah, man, take it easy—”
“M’fine,” Eddie mutters. He scoffs harshly, wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He’s shaking. “This is kinda normal for me now.”
His head’s still half bowed, hair falling across his face like he doesn’t want to be seen. It doesn’t stop Steve from noticing the evidence of tears on his face; he thinks they’re simply from the exertion of throwing up, but he can’t be sure.
“Just—just give yourself a minute,” Steve says. “We’ve got time.”
He stretches out right there on the ground, slow and deliberate. It takes a second or two before Eddie—after another wobbly attempt at standing—mirrors him: sinking down until he’s sat, back pressed up against the tree trunk.
Steve listens to his breathing. It’s lost that nauseated gritted teeth sound, but it hitches once, twice, and then—
“I can’t stop—” Eddie covers his face with his hands.
Steve shuffles closer. “You’re okay.”
But Eddie shakes his head. He drops his hands, leans his head back against the tree. His eyes are distant. Haunted. Steve doesn’t need to guess about what he’s seeing.
“Eddie—”
“You know the funniest thing?” Eddie gasps out, like it isn’t funny at all. “I keep thinking if—if only I hadn’t ditched swimming lessons, I might’ve l-learned something fucking useful.”
At a loss for what to say, Steve tries for something normal. Thinks back to high school, something far away from all of this…
“You showed up to swimming,” he says. “I remember.”
He does, though it’s faint.
Honestly, he spent as little time as he could changing in the showers, wanting to make the most out of time in the pool. He didn’t even goof off with Tommy H or any of the other guys, preferring to do solo laps in the deep end. It was repetitive, calming; he treated it like a vacation from the adrenaline of being on the swim team.
Then came that November, and the whole routine became an escape from much more.
Eddie gives him a look that might’ve passed for amusement at one point, if his breathing wasn’t still so shallow.
“Yeah, I—I showed up for, like, the first week, Harrington. Fucking Lewinsky stole my clothes, you only let that kinda thing happen once.”
“I’m sorry,” Steve says sincerely. “I didn’t know.”
A wan flicker of a smile passes across Eddie’s face. “Of course you didn’t,” he says. It’s not an accusation. “You were, like, way too busy being part fish.”
Steve huffs a laugh through his nose, but Eddie doesn’t join in. Instead his breathing quickens, like the distraction of high school hasn’t been nearly enough.
“It’s just—I should’ve been more—should’ve known h-how to—” He shakes his head again. Swallows. “After Chr—”
He chokes on her name.
Steve reaches out, only to hesitate and leave his hand hovering in the air between them. “Hey, man, there’s nothing you could’ve—”
“What if it’s not a coincidence?” Eddie whispers. “What if there’s—there’s a… there’s gotta be a reason that—that it’s me.”
Steve moves closer still. Draws back at the last second; Eddie’s still trembling.
“That’s bullshit,” Steve says firmly.
Eddie laughs bitterly. “Is it? D-don’t fucking kid yourself, Harrington, s’not exactly looking good. Two people died r-right in front of me, and I just…” He presses the heels of his hands to his eyes. “I’d arrest me.”
“Stop, would you just—”
“Come on, man. You’ve gotta know, even if Wheeler and Buckley are still too polite to say it.” Eddie’s voice is soft in resignation. “I’m just wasting your time.”
It’s Steve’s turn to scoff. “Do you seriously think we’d be doing all of this if we thought you were a lost cause?”
Eddie shrugs, the sleeves of his leather jacket scraping against the bark. “There’s only so many signs a guy can ignore, right? Hell, even my watch has stopped, like I’m literally outta fucking time.”
“Okay, no wonder you failed English,” Steve says, “that is overwrought as shit, dude.”
The jab doesn’t quite land—his barely concealed worry just makes him sound sharp. Fraught.
But Eddie’s eyes widen in surprise, and he finally seems speechless, and this is it, Steve realises, the one chance he has to get through to him.
“Nothing prepares you for this shit, Eddie,” he says—thinks of 1983, of seeing the impossible. Terrified out of his mind. “I mean it, there’s nothing you could’ve done. Nothing,” he adds pointedly, when it looks like Eddie might protest. “Chrissy, Patrick, it’s fucking awful what they—but it’s not—not a, um. Not a reflection on—it’s not your fault.”
It’s not enough, Steve knows it—feels acutely like a shitty school guidance counsellor, only able to parrot empty platitudes. He has to dig deeper.
He looks at Eddie directly, unflinching. Can read the fear lurking in his eyes, the one he keeps dancing around.
A fierce emotion floods Steve’s chest—like being flung into the deep end without warning, the water already over your head before you can take a breath.
He’s felt it before, mixed up in a wave of anger as he watched Powell raise that goddamn picture to the camera.
Don’t you go believing a word this town says about you, Eddie Munson. Don’t you dare.
Steve braves a touch, places a hand on Eddie’s knee. Eddie doesn’t move.
“You’re not the curse, Eddie. There’s nothing wrong with you.”
Eddie shudders. He looks away, but not quick enough to hide the definite tears this time.
Steve waits. He doesn’t move his hand for a long moment.
When Eddie’s finished roughly wiping at his face with his sleeve, Steve hands over the water bottle. He’s silently relieved that Eddie takes it without a fight, like accepting even this smallest amount of help means there’s still a part of him that hasn’t given up yet.
There’s still hope.
After a few sips, Eddie sets the water bottle aside. He’s breathing deeper now, and when he looks up, his eyes have that keen, almost analytical gaze.
“What’s…?” he murmurs, and then he’s the one that’s reaching out, as if without thinking, fingertips lightly brushing against Steve’s forehead.
He feels cold, Steve thinks. Like he’s still half frozen from falling into the lake.
“Did you… cut yourself on something?” Eddie says.
Steve’s about to say no automatically before he remembers.
“Right, yeah. Um, our flashlights kinda… exploded when…”
He trails off. Watches with sympathy as Eddie fills in the gaps.
“Oh,” Eddie says very quietly.
He keeps following the trail of the cut—Steve can still feel the chill of him: the light pressure travelling across his skin, like Eddie needs the motion to stay calm.
“Ow,” Eddie says, hushed, almost as if it happened to him, too. “You’re lucky you didn’t get glass in your eye, dude.”
Steve doesn’t say what he’s thinking—that he’d have dealt with it, that he would’ve been fine—because he thinks he understands: that maybe by focusing on something small, it helps keep Eddie here, temporarily blocks out the sight of Chrissy and Patrick’s deaths.
He checks his watch. They’re just creeping up on fifteen minutes; they’d better make tracks soon.
He stands but not abruptly, conscious of not rushing Eddie unnecessarily.
“If we cut across, uh, this way,” he demonstrates with one hand as Eddie gets to his feet, “we’ll catch up pretty quick. Don’t need Henderson’s compass to tell me the way. Honestly, he acts like he knows places better than me when I’ve known them, like, all my life. He does it all the damn time.”
Eddie lets out a laugh that still sounds slightly wet; he sniffs as if to cover up the sound. His smile is shaky at best, but it seems genuine.
“Man, he does that to me, too. What is up with that? Last week, he swore he found some shortcut to the Hellfire room that I’d be totally unaware of, like I’ve not spent forever in the damn building.”
He falls into step with Steve as they walk on, and Steve catches the very slight grimace he makes as he swallows.
Steve checks his jeans pocket. It turns out luck is on his side, at least for this: he’s got a couple of mints, still unwrapped.
When he offers some to Eddie, he gets a heartfelt thanks in reply. But at the same time, Eddie also looks suspiciously close to fighting a smirk.
“What?”
“Nothing!” But the smirk’s definitely won; Eddie tucks the mint into the corner of his mouth as he says, “Just didn’t realise I was getting the full Skull Rock experience.”
It takes a second for Steve to catch on. “The experience—?”
Eddie’s smirk grows. “Your reputation precedes you.”
Steve snorts. “Fuck off, are you twelve?”
“Maybe,” Eddie says, halfway to singsong.
Steve shakes his head, half in amusement, half in thought. Sharing juvenile kisses with girls at Skull Rock feels a world away, almost like it happened to someone else. That’s not even why the mints were in his pocket in the first place—not that he’s gonna put a dampener on Eddie’s teasing or anything. In truth, the habit began the night after Starcourt, using a mint—despite his stinging mouth—to help keep himself awake.
Of course he doesn’t say all of that. Chooses instead to nudge Eddie in the side, fighting a smirk of his own.
Eddie acts like he’s been dramatically winded in response, makes a crack about how that move wouldn’t fall under the Skull Rock experience.
Steve thinks he’s getting a handle on how to read him, charting the improvement of his mood through just how stupid he sounds—when smiling no longer seems like it’ll fracture his face from the strain.
By the time they catch up with the others, they’re both stifling laughter (Steve keeps having to remind himself that this is technically a stealth mission), Eddie reaching across to mess with Steve’s hair in retaliation for being repeatedly nudged in the ribs. His hands feel warmer now, Steve realises with a smile, as he pushes Eddie back with a forearm against his chest.
For the most part, it looks like their disappearances haven’t been noticed—Nancy quietly moving to rejoin Robin at the front as if by chance. Steve knows better, knows everything has been carefully coordinated to look that way; as Eddie relaxes at his side, he feels a rush of gratitude for the group’s tact.
Granted, Dustin kind of breaks the illusion when he turns around and starts walking backwards—but what he lacks in subtlety he makes up for in entertainment: using needlessly big, questioning gestures, brow furrowed in concentration.
When Dustin widens his eyes impatiently, Steve relents and nudges Eddie again. “He’s not gonna stop til you respond, trust me.”
“Hmm? Oh.”
Eddie lifts up Dustin’s water bottle with a grin and gives a thumbs up with his free hand.
Dustin brightens, replying with a thumbs up of his own—still stubbornly walking backwards like it’s simply his preferred way to travel.
“Gonna bet on how long it takes for him to fall flat on his face?” Steve says in an undertone.
Eddie snorts in a way that can’t be disguised as anything else, though he gives it a shot with the world’s least convincing cough. He gives up in the next breath, chuckling through a, “Steve,” in joking disapproval, like Steve’s such a terrible influence, which just sets them both off again.
Dustin’s probably too far away to hear them properly, but he’s clearly got the gist, eyes narrowing in suspicion. He does a series of emphatic gestures that Steve can’t make sense of; it just looks like he’s doing a complicated mime for charades.
Eddie must get the same impression because he soon calls out with a shit-eating grin, “Book or movie?”
Dustin flips them both off, but he can’t quite pull off the deadpan expression, his lips twitching, and Steve knows for sure that he’s hiding a laugh when he turns back around to walk with Max and Lucas.
Eddie smiles as if he’s noticed the same thing. He jostles their shoulders one last time, and it feels like there’s something more intentional behind it. A touch that lingers.
It’s easy when there’s still a long walk ahead of them—when there’s still daylight—to be convinced that they’ve got all the time in the world. Steve’s become kind of an expert at it: in his head, he could make swimming lessons last forever.
But even that old trick doesn’t last; he feels the clock restart as soon as that damn vine wraps around his ankle, cold and unyielding.
In the split second before being dragged under the lake, all he can think is thank God the kids aren’t here.
The thought follows him all the way into The Upside Down—later joined by the fervent wish that he could somehow summon up Dustin’s water bottle, as his head spins through the hopefully staunched bat bites.
“Christ, Harrington,” Eddie says when the dizziness persists, and Steve barely catches himself before falling against a vineless tree. “D’you ever take your own advice?”
“What?” Steve says faintly.
He screws up his eyes, forces himself to blink until his vision doesn’t waver—braces his weight against the tree with a sigh, ready to push himself up—
But Eddie’s hand is suddenly on top of his, halting him.
“Just… wait,” Eddie says. “Just a minute.”
Steve doesn’t know if it is a minute; he tries to keep track in his head, but the seconds slip away from him, and all he can focus on is each breath he takes, until they lose that gasping edge, grow deeper. Slower.
The world sharpens around him, like he’s been underwater without realising and has finally broken through to the surface. He feels the muted scratch of damp wood beneath his palm. The pressure of Eddie’s hand—not enough to hurt, but enough for Steve to tell that he’s still freaked out.
“I’m okay,” he says, looking Eddie in the eye. Does his best to silently project the sentiment of I’m not gonna collapse on you, I promise. “We’re not far from Nancy’s place.”
He can see a flicker of light just ahead, off to the side—thankfully not spots in his vision, just the flashlight he gave to Robin and Nancy; he’d tried to make it sound like he was doing them a favour when he actually thought it’d be best to leave both his hands free, just in case he did end up collapsing. At least he’d have a chance to brace for a fall.
There’s an uncertain air to how the girls are walking, and Steve suspects they feel a little like him: at a loss without the kids sandwiched between them. Now the usual priorities are thrown to the wind; what do you do when you want to shield everyone, all at once?
Eddie’s surveying him like he’s far from convinced by his definition of ‘okay.’
Still, he laughs weakly and says, “Good to know your navigating skills still work in this fucking hellhole.”
Steve’s hand shifts beneath Eddie’s as he stands up properly; it’s only then that Eddie moves away.
“Not far, not far,” he’s muttering under his breath, like he’s trying to reassure himself. His voice cracks in quiet desperation, “God, how long have we even been down here?”
Steve glances down to his wrist. He’s met with a watch face that’s smashed, jagged cracks running through it so he can’t even read the time it must’ve stopped at.
“Hey,” Steve says wryly, tilting his wrist so Eddie can see, “we match.”
Eddie doesn’t laugh, doesn’t even crack a smile. His eyes just go all big and dismayed, like he’s looking at something far worse than a broken watch.
Steve suddenly wants to tell him that it’s fine, to cover up his wrist like it’s somehow more gruesome than the wounds on his stomach—maybe it is, because Eddie keeps staring like he’s bleeding out right in front of him.
“Shit, Steve,” Eddie whispers with this horrible, helpless little laugh—almost like he’s on the verge of tears. He sounds like he did after throwing up, trying to say that something was funny when it was anything but. “You’ve had that forever.”
And Steve feels a rush of something still too big and complex to name, flickers of emotion too rapid to keep track of: the initial pang of sadness he’d pushed aside because the watch had been his grandfather’s, after all; wondering faintly what classes Eddie had shared with him, that would allow him enough time to notice something so small, you’ve had that forever—
So what? Steve thinks. So what, what does it fucking matter?
He’d rip the watch off if it’d help, Eddie’s too, stamp and grind them down until they’re indistinguishable from the ash in this place, and who gives a shit if it’s overwrought, it doesn’t have to mean anything—they still have time; they’re owed it.
He doesn’t do any of that, because the ground shakes again, and he’s ready—anticipates the stumble Eddie makes and reaches out to correct it.
They land safely away from any vines.
Eddie’s hand is clamped around his wrist, right at the part where the watch strap used to rub against his skin—back in sophomore year, when he’d always put it on too tight in fear of losing it; “Sorry, sorry,” Eddie’s mouthing, out of breath from the fall, but Steve’s holding on just as tightly, can feel Eddie’s pulse thundering beneath his fingertips.
And it’s so fast and frantic that Steve thinks he can hear it, too, a sound that he can’t get away from, in spite of it all: like a clock ticking. Counting down.
WRIST WATCH The explosive time shackle That never goes off Eternal zero Synchronize your deaths —Philip Murray
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ovaryacted · 8 hours
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Really random but dad bod DI Leon🤤🤤🤤 (I really love DI Leon if you couldn’t tell) like I love Leon w abs, and his hourglass shape but just him cuddling w you and being so warm and soft😢 (or when y’all are making love and his tummy just has us fitting together like puzzle pieces and it’s LIKE OMGMGM😭😭😭😭😭)
-🐏
cw: descriptions of body changes, internalized fatphobia, smutty thoughts/acts.
OHHHHHH DAD BOD LEON IS MY VICE PLEASE OH MY FUCKING GOD. LIKE RAHHHH, I NEED IT BAD. Ram anon, I'm on to you.
The changes happen after a year into his forced retirement, he doesn't realize it until he becomes more aware of the way your arms feel wrapping around his soft torso. Once adorned with hard muscle, his body now was covered in a layer of skin that expanded over time. He still had the same physique and the same capacity for strength, but there was an added softness he’d acquired recently that sent his head in for a spin.
Retirement has been good for Leon, he no longer has to deal with the hecticness of mission briefings and assignments. He gets to actually rest, his usual overactive nervous system now rendered down and becoming more manageable. The first couple of weeks he spent falling asleep in bed or on the couch, like his body was playing catchup on the energy that's been robbed from him over the years. You didn’t bother him about it, didn’t even judge him whenever you’d find him limp on the bed and snoring in the middle of the day.
You'd use that time to run errands or do chores around your shared home, often preparing meals for him whenever he'd wake up groggily to go look for you. Eating homemade meals that were made with love certainly started to add up, the consistent intake of food was new and apparently something that his body liked and needed. The constant nausea he often experienced when he was under so much stress went away, slowly learned how to enjoy eating again like he did years before he was forced to become an agent.
He never focused on his appearance most days, but as Leon stopped to observe himself in the mirror one morning, his eyes were fixated on his body. He's certainly changed after a while, stomach a little fuller and cheeks more plump than before, hell even his arms and thighs looked bigger. His initial reaction to the change would have been disgust, to put himself back on a routine to regain the muscle he's lost and to critique every imperfection that would eventually be another nuisance.
But as he looked at himself a little longer, a smile crept up on his face, not minding what he saw for probably the first time in his life. All he saw was your love for him, how the signs of you taking care of him after all this time were starting to reflect in how he looked. He was healthy, he was alive, and that was a win in his book.
You certainly didn't mind the changes either and took every opportunity to remind Leon of just how much you adored him. Cuddling him whenever you could was something that became a ritual between the two of you, sneaking under his arm and digging your face into his chest any chance you got. He was soft, warm, and just a tad bit squishy. He was human, he was himself, not some war machine meant to work like a dog day and night.
One of your favorite things about his new appearance was the intimate moments you both shared and how he felt around you both internally and externally. You loved getting on your knees and worshipping him, sucking over his cock lavishly and running your hands over his thick thighs, biting at them when Leon found himself lost in pleasure.
Or when you were riding him and the sound of his thighs slapping against yours was louder than before, his lower tummy rubbing into you, meshing together so well one would think you were part of the same whole. It made you feral, like a primal instinct to claim him and show him that all you wanted was to make him feel accepted in this new body. Leon didn't complain, he loved how your attraction to him seemed to skyrocket.
Maybe being a bit more soft wasn't so bad after all.
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lumsel · 1 year
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chinese room 2
So there’s this guy, right? He sits in a room by himself, with a computer and a keyboard full of Chinese characters. He doesn’t know Chinese, though, in fact he doesn’t even realise that Chinese is a language. He just thinks it’s a bunch of odd symbols. Anyway, the computer prints out a paragraph of Chinese, and he thinks, whoa, cool shapes. And then a message is displayed on the computer monitor: which character comes next?
This guy has no idea how the hell he’s meant to know that, so he just presses a random character on the keyboard. And then the computer goes BZZZT, wrong! The correct character was THIS one, and it flashes a character on the screen. And the guy thinks, augh, dammit! I hope I get it right next time. And sure enough, computer prints out another paragraph of Chinese, and then it asks the guy, what comes next?
He guesses again, and he gets it wrong again, and he goes augh again, and this carries on for a while. But eventually, he presses the button and it goes DING! You got it right this time! And he is so happy, you have no idea. This is the best day of his life. He is going to do everything in his power to make that machine go DING again. So he starts paying attention. He looks at the paragraph of Chinese printed out by the machine, and cross-compares it against all the other paragraphs he’s gotten. And, recall, this guy doesn’t even know that this is a language, it’s just a sequence of weird symbols to him. But it’s a sequence that forms patterns. He notices that if a particular symbol is displayed, then the next symbol is more likely to be this one. He notices some symbols are more common in general. Bit by bit, he starts to draw statistical inferences about the symbols, he analyses the printouts every way he can, he writes extensive notes to himself on how to recognise the patterns.
Over time, his guesses begin to get more and more accurate. He hears those lovely DING sounds that indicate his prediction was correct more and more often, and he manages to use that to condition his instincts better and better, picking up on cues consciously and subconsciously to get better and better at pressing the right button on the keyboard. Eventually, his accuracy is like 70% or something -- pretty damn good for a guy who doesn’t even know Chinese is a language.
* * *
One day, something odd happens.
He gets a printout, the machine asks what character comes next, and he presses a button on the keyboard and-- silence. No sound at all. Instead, the machine prints out the exact same sequence again, but with one small change. The character he input on the keyboard has been added to the end of the sequence.
Which character comes next?
This weirds the guy out, but he thinks, well. This is clearly a test of my prediction abilities. So I’m not going to treat this printout any differently to any other printout made by the machine -- shit, I’ll pretend that last printout I got? Never even happened. I’m just going to keep acting like this is a normal day on the job, and I’m going to predict the next symbol in this sequence as if it was one of the thousands of printouts I’ve seen before. And that’s what he does! He presses what symbol comes next, and then another printout comes out with that symbol added to the end, and then he presses what he thinks will be the next symbol in that sequence. And then, eventually, he thinks, “hm. I don’t think there’s any symbol after this one. I think this is the end of the sequence.” And so he presses the “END” button on his keyboard, and sits back, satisfied.
Unbeknownst to him, the sequence of characters he input wasn’t just some meaningless string of symbols. See, the printouts he was getting, they were all always grammatically correct Chinese. And that first printout he’d gotten that day in particular? It was a question: “How do I open a door.” The string of characters he had just input, what he had determined to be the most likely string of symbols to come next, formed a comprehensible response that read, “You turn the handle and push”.
* * *
One day you decide to visit this guy’s office. You’ve heard he’s learning Chinese, and for whatever reason you decide to test his progress. So you ask him, “Hey, which character means dog?”
He looks at you like you’ve got two heads. You may as well have asked him which of his shoes means “dog”, or which of the hairs on the back of his arm. There’s no connection in his mind at all between language and his little symbol prediction game, indeed, he thinks of it as an advanced form of mathematics rather than anything to do with linguistics. He hadn’t even conceived of the idea that what he was doing could be considered a kind of communication any more than algebra is. He says to you, “Buddy, they’re just funny symbols. No need to get all philosophical about it.”
Suddenly, another printout comes out of the machine. He stares at it, puzzles over it, but you can tell he doesn’t know what it says. You do, though. You’re fluent in the language. You can see that it says the words, “Do you actually speak Chinese, or are you just a guy in a room doing statistics and shit?”
The guy leans over to you, and says confidently, “I know it looks like a jumble of completely random characters. But it’s actually a very sophisticated mathematical sequence,” and then he presses a button on the keyboard. And another, and another, and another, and slowly but surely he composes a sequence of characters that, unbeknownst to him, reads “Yes, I know Chinese fluently! If I didn’t I would not be able to speak with you.”
That is how ChatGPT works.
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satoruhour · 7 months
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geto reaction to you wearing only his shirt
OVERSIZED NEVER LOOKED THIS GOOD
a/n: lore. a lot of lore. i always cannot help but write backstories. ure gonna have to bear w/ me SORRY !!!! based off of this drawing that i wanted to write sum about but then i thought why not combine it w/ this prompt. i went a little insane on this mb / tagging @papersirens @crysugu @getousex @hyomagiri @slttygeto, who else r geto fuckers
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warnings: roommate!geto, soft dom!geto, mutual pining, reader steals one of geto’s shirts, geto is also a little bit of a pervert, mentions of panty sniffing but geto doesn’t do it, m! and f! masturbation, fingering, clit stimulation, oral / cunnilingus, slight nipple play, spitting (on ur pussy), finger sucking, p -> v sex, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut
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geto was a sweet roommate.
he’s always topping up on supplies when you needed things, pushing away your hand whenever you wanted to pay. where he got all his money, you weren’t even sure. geto cleaned the house, he cooked dinner, hell, it was like you two were married at this point. even gojo had asked if he would get together with someone who wasn’t you (and of course, in classic gojo way, he was skilled in asking it in a roundabout way), geto’s firm and abrupt “no” was enough to make gojo grin from ear to ear.
even he wasn’t sure when it all started — you were always friends with the three of them, gojo and shoko and himself, participating in their antics and getting in trouble in high school. there was hardly any dull times between the four, looking at you through the lens of a friend. but when those lens started to turn blurry and black, seeing you in a new light of tighter outfits and a sweet smile that looked like it contained something hidden, suguru genuinely hoped it would all go away.
it’s not like he thought he was unattractive, but you wouldn’t go for a guy like him, someone hidden behind gojo’s bright personality or shoko’s satirical, cool demeanour. he was oh so oblivious, however, turning an unintentional blind eye when you’re hanging with gojo for the day but only because you wanted to know what birthday present would be best for him, or having a movie night with shoko only to disregard cher horowitz on the television just to ask if geto would like your new nails and hair.
the two of you were so dense when either of you were hanging with them, going on for so long even after taking a gap year for shoko’s overseas med school attachment. they assumed the two of you would’ve done something then, but it was stagnant, dry, that gojo almost wants to take matters into his own hands; so when you’re begging geto if you could room with him, since he lived near the university you were all attending together,
“suguru, pleasee— i wouldn’t wanna travel for hours on end just for like a two hour lecture.”
shoko smiles, gojo laughs, slinging an arm around you, “help your poor friend out, suguru.”
gojo torments him to no end. he doesn’t regret it one bit when your arms are thrown around his neck in a bear hug in thanks, feeling himself get hard just from the way your breasts press against his chest.
“yeah,” it’s said breathily, softly, “it’s no problem.”
suguru thanked god you hadn’t wanted to move in that very same day, cause all that could be heard throughout the small apartment was him pumping his cock to a polaroid picture of you, calling out your name softly as he came all over the photo of your bright smile. he didn’t need the fan that night, the guilt was enough to burn him alive. and after, he acted like nothing happened, except the many, many times he’d think of taking you on every surface of the house, suffering silently for an entire year as the two of you fell into routine day by day.
today might change, however, when geto hangs the last piece of clothing, something that was hardly a difficult task, but it proved to be the hardest thing to date when he’d spot the bras and underwear lying at the bottom of the basket each time he prepared to do laundry. geto wills himself to wash, hang it, and get out but he cannot tear his eyes away from the unmistakable dark spot at the centre of your panties before it’s thrown in, taunting him to just pick it up to breathe in your scent, to do something to defile it, to let his desires take over. but he wasn’t gojo, no, he’d wait all the time in the world for the right time, even if it was at the expense of a throbbing cock and flushed cheeks.
“(y/n), ’m going to the store, you want…” his voice trails off when the drawer before him shows only one clean shirt left, sighing when his favourite shirt has gone missing, again. he knows it simply by the missing tag on the top, cut off terribly by your hands on a drunk movie night. he was thankful you missed his skin by an inch, but he cherishes that shirt and night dearly. geto simply brushes off the mishap, grabbing a sweatshirt instead.
there’s a rap on your door that quells all movement from your side, fabric clutched tightly between your fingers that it hurt just a little.
“(y/n)? love? you okay?”
“y— yeah, i’m fine sugu. what did you say earlier?”
“i’m going to the store. it’s grocery day so i’ll be there for a while — need to stock the fridge up for the week. you want anything?”
geto wishes so desperately to see your face now, asking if you could go and holding a reusable bag by your side, but strangely you don’t even make a move to open the door.
“no it’s fine, and okay! i’m— uh, busy with something,” you look towards the door and back to the article of clothing in your hand, “so i’m sorry i can’t help today.”
geto’s disappointment is brief, but he recovers as soon as he hears your apology, in that sweet, honeyed voice you love to use on him, as oblivious as you were of its effect.
“’s fine, see you later!” there’s a weird and panicky bout of feeling geto gets, but he’s satisfied with the hum you sound through the door. and once the door clicks behind him, you’re unlocking your own door softly, ensuring your surroundings are safe.
geto wasn’t the only one. between your fingers were his favourite shirt, straight from the dirty laundry of last week’s load; it’s been a reoccuring thing these few weeks after realising you maybe want geto to fuck you silly. you’re sneaking around undetected with it, holding it to your nose, breathing in his natural musk. it was the one shirt you liked on him — always put on when with you — it’s like your secret little joke from that night. and it was so sinful, the way your breath hitches from just his scent, the way your panties pool with arousal.
what would it be like to actually wear it?
the thought crosses your mind and leaves just as fast, heart pounding in your chest when you realise you’ve never tried that before.
peeling off your top, you slip it on carefully, swallowing from how much larger he is than you. the sleeves extend past your elbows by a little, so much cloth on you that you’re a little lightheaded by the possibility of being geto’s, belonging to geto.
“oh god…” you sigh, feeling your pussy throb at the thought, and your hands are shy when they creep in between your thighs. they rub at your clit gently, imagining geto was doing the work instead. he’d be so gentle with his hands, cupping your thighs, spreading your legs.
you’re whining when your fingers find your way into your cunt, nose filled with the scent of geto and head filling with the repeated runnings of his tongue on you, his cock in you, his whole person devoted to you. it’s cute how you don’t know that’s already the case. your fingers are lacklustre as you pump them in and out while your other hand is busy with your clit and you look like a goddess: spread out on your bed in nothing but your roommate’s shirt, a soft, slow melody playing from your phone.
you’re so entranced by the sensations you don’t hear the front door opening and the rustle of the plastic bags (he forgot the reusable bags) containing your groceries, distracted by the phone call he’s having with gojo who teases him through the line. his best friend says stupid crap like she’s definitely into you, too. what her panties smell like? have you guys fucked yet?
the last two was enough for geto to whisper a soft satoru!, clearly displeased with the way he was asking about you, about you both that he only rolls his eyes, muttering an annoyed “i’m hanging up, you pervert. i’ll talk to you later—”
setting down the bags, he frowns again upon seeing the closed door, although not as closed you thought you left it.
“suguru— f-fuck, right there—” geto chokes on his saliva at the moans coming from behind the door, careful not to step on the wrong floorboard below him as he lines up with your room door — a terrifying feat rewarded by your needy whines begging for him. he can hear the wetness of his roommate’s cunt, and he wants to take a peak so bad; so he does just that and stiflies a groan at the sight.
your hair is splayed out all around you, pussy facing the entrance of the door just perfectly and his shirt draped over your body. it sends him into a frenzy, head reeling at seeing his shirt so oversized and so perfect over your body that he swears he cums a little at the display. your cute face scrunched up in pure pleasure, your toes curling around the bedsheets he changed for you.
oh, shit.
and geto panics when your head shoots up, eyes meeting his and your hands halting.
fuck, did i say that out loud?
you’re speechless although your reflexes cause you to close your legs immediately, scooting up the bed like you’ve just got cornered by a predator. it was similar — geto with his big, brooding self, moving slowly into the room with both hands up and a dazed look behind his eyes, you, exposed in the eyes of a hungry man who’s craved you for so many months. you like it.
“you’re— you’re wearing my shirt,” geto gulps, causing you to let out a nervous laugh.
“yea— yeah…”
geto thinks that maybe this is it. this was the moment he’s been holding back on for so long, and so he crosses that boundary into your space, stopping right at the footboard of the bed. you follow suit, going onto your hands and knees and crawling to him that he tilts his head back. everything you do drives him crazy.
suguru’s words is heavy, “you think you’re cute, hm? stealing my shirt and then moaning out my name and fingering your pussy like that…”
your breath shakes, ascending to your knees so you’d reach his height, but not quite. he tugs you closer to him.
“yeah.” it’s so quiet he almost doesn’t hear it, “been wanting you for a long time.”
your roommate hums, lips hovering over yours just by an inch. you’d probably pass out if not for your racing heart and pulsating core.
“yeah?”
you’re finished with words, resorting only to a shy nod before geto crashes his lips onto yours, wrapping the other arm around you as yours go around his neck. it’s messy, filled with drool, devouring you on the spot for teasing him for so long, mouths moving in sync with each other. there’s a soft moan that escapes your mouth when you feel him manhandle you with ease, picking you off the bed to set you down on your back gently.
“c’mon, let’s see the mess you made,” you mewl at the words but your legs are stubborn, still in disbelief at the way suguru treats you, but you let him pry your legs apart after some gentle praises. you stifle a smile when you see how geto exhales at how beautiful your pussy is, leaking from your hole while your puffy clit is begging to be touched.
“oh, she’s so fuckin’ pretty…” your roommate mumbles, intoxicated on your scent as he bends down, giving your cunt one last loving look before he looks to you with a small grin. it’s clear he cannot wait, but he pauses for the words he wants to hear.
“wan’ you to eat me out, sugu,” you’re mumbling and suguru thinks it’s so cute, only responding by giving you a peck on your inner thigh, a soft yeah? before he goes down on you.
geto’s tongue on you is slow and cautious, drawing languid circles around your clit as he plays with your thighs, moaning softly into your core.
“s’damn sweet,” you can feel the stretch of a smile before he resumes, drawing you in slowly with each lick, each suck. geto doesn’t let your arousal go to waste, using a finger to scoop up your juices before he rubs the area around your hole and then the first push into your pussy makes you let out a loud, wanton moan.
“oh— your fingers, sugu, they’re—” they’re so much thicker and longer, everything that you couldn’t feel before now feels too much and yet your cunt gives him his answer by clenching around his longer finger.
“better than yours?” he asks with a lopsided smile.
you huff in indignance — not your fault you had shorter fingers, “yeah.”
“i’ll make full use of ’em, baby,” geto gasps softly when he pushes his finger right to the hilt, obsessed with the way your hand closes around his wrist. “too much?”
you shake your head, “n-no, just— feels too good.”
your roommate laughs softly, “princess is just too sensitive.”
he’s tempted to chuckle again when he sees how the pet names affect you, but soon he’s adding a second finger and pushes in, moving at a slow speed. and then when he adds his mouth into the mix, you’re begging for him to hurry; his eyes flutter close, getting lost in everything that you dish out.
geto’s pace is routine like his life, but it’s not any less pleasurable as he curls his fingers upwards, stretching you out and hitting your spot repeatedly. he continually flicks his tongue and sucks and slurps, tasting your essence once and needing a second, third, fourth, umpteenth taste, bringing out the most delicious moans to fall from your lips. it’s like hearing aphrodite sing, and yet you cross her by miles both in beauty and voice. surely, he shouldn’t mention that out loud, but eros can’t possibly help the arrow puncturing his heart, and looking at his psyche now, he thinks you look absolutely flawless.
“f-feel so good, mmh— so deep, suguru—!” his eyes snap open to look at you with hooded lids, sending you a cheeky wink before he starts to suck on your bundle of nerves, keeping his mouth latched around it as his fingers speed up. the noises of your cunt sucking him in paired with your whines just sound so good, and the scent of his shirt is dizzying, pulling it higher and higher till it pools around your chest. you watch as geto pulls away for a second, gathering saliva in his throat before he spits on your pussy, and the action is so lewd your jaw drops and your hips start to hump against him. 
“ya like that? filthy girl,” geto smiles, rubbing his thumb into your clit and there’s that distinctive build-up in your stomach, coiling and burning until lays his tongue flat onto your cunt, pressing it deep along with the fingers that curl up in your pussy.
“su—” you don’t even have time to tell him, cumming all over his fingers and soaking the sheets, flustered at the in-awe look geto has on his face at how the shirt had ridden up, at how your hands cup your tits and play with your nipples, at how your cunt gushes so sweetly for him. he continues to pump his fingers to let you ride out your orgasm, relishing in the whine you let out when he removes his fingers.
“patience, sweetheart,” geto moves up to reach you, fingers waiting inches away from your lips. you’re taking his fingers into your mouth, keeping eye contact as you wrap your tongue around them and sucking your cum off of him, swearing lowly when you grab his wrist and shove them deeper. “but then again, we’ve been dancing around each other for too long, now.”
you smile at his allusion to the many times that the what-ifs could’ve come true, and yet now you’re tangled up like this in his shirt.
once geto’s underwear comes off, you’re gaping at the cock that he pumps, clearly looking intimidating enough that geto has a hand to your knee and kisses it gently. “we’ll make it fit, alright?”
you nod a little timidly, taking his hand off and twining your fingers, “yeah, i trust you to take care of me.” you make a quick move to remove his shirt but he stops you, saying something embarrassing about wanting to see how cute and small you look in his shirt. you’re scoffing and pushing at him later, you’re just too tall.
he takes care of you perfectly fine — when geto fully sheathes himself in you, he can only focus on your gummy walls that wrap around him fully, his eyes are rolling to the back of his head and you’re grasping at his hands that grab your hips so hard. your roommate fucks you so well, your body limp and your pussy begging to milk him dry that it spills out so much — geto groans into your neck with reddened cheeks at that later.
you’re receiving a noise warning the very next day, alongside a QR code that takes you to a link for soundproof foam, and all you can do is laugh at each other. like routine, geto is already gathering the ingredients for an apology cake, beside him right in that little kitchen in another shirt of his that starts to smell more and more like you—
as his roommate and maybe now, something more.
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part two ♡
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lemonlover1110 · 2 months
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𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒
Satoru Gojo
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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader
Summary: You call your ex-boyfriend whenever you need help at night.
Warnings: MDNI, smut, ex-boyfriend!Gojo, vaginal fingering, praising, vaginal sex, creampie, spitting
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“Hey baby…” Satoru hears as he picks up the phone, and it takes everything in him not to laugh. He has a satisfied smirk on his lips when he hears your voice so soft and sweet when talking to him because you claim you hate his guts. You’ve been broken up for over a year, and whenever you see each other in person you treat him like a pest; it’s a whole different story when you need his touch, and he finds it amusing. 
“Whatever happened to ‘never talk to me again, you asshole’.” You hear the amusement in his voice, and you roll your eyes at it. You do hate his guts but Satoru treats your body like a temple, something that no other man is capable of doing. Perhaps you’re weak for calling him only for him to use your body, but you’ve never deemed yourself as a very strong woman either way. “It’s late, what do you need?”
“You know what I want, Satoru. Do you want to drag this out with fake apologies?” Your voice changes, more firm than before. You hear him hum as he thinks. You know him, he’ll drag it out simply to annoy you, but he’ll accept nonetheless. You can’t keep yourself off him but he can’t reject you. The only reason he’s not the one to ask is because he knows it’s on your time and whenever you want, otherwise, he’d get told to go to hell.
“I’d like to hear it, honestly.” Satoru says, and he bites down on his lip when he doesn’t hear anything back from you. Before you can hang up, he clears his throat, “Want me to come over?”
“It’s the only reason why I’m calling. You better get here in ten minutes, or else I’m not opening the door.” You tell him, and Satoru takes it very seriously. He knows that he can come thirty minutes late and you would open the door for him. Regardless, he doesn’t want to risk pissing you off. 
It’s nearly impossible for Satoru to get to your place in ten minutes, but he makes it happen, knocking on your door within the ten minutes. You open the door, and Satoru is panting, completely out of breath after running up the stairs to your apartment. He’s looking you up and down as he catches his breath, realizing that rushing was definitely worth it when you look so alluring in a short black silk robe that barely reaches your thighs.
“I got here as fast as I could.” He says which makes you chuckle. Like you didn’t already know. He might try to look like he isn’t, but he’s an absolute fool for you. Your relationship has long ended and so should his feelings, but they haven’t, and he doubts that they will any time soon.
“Yeah… I can tell.” You laugh, grabbing his hand and pulling him inside. You close the door before leading Satoru to your bedroom. There’s no point in small talk since you don’t really want to catch up, you only contact him for one reason and one reason only. 
You get on the bed, pulling Satoru down by his collar before your lips meet his. Your tongue enters his mouth, pressing against his. You feel his soft touch go up from your thighs and under your robe, and you feel your body get hotter and hotter by the second. It’s no surprise to him when he doesn’t feel panties on you.
“You’re already so wet for me.” Satoru pulls away from the kiss, running his fingers through your folds. He kisses your jaw before his lips go down to your neck. His free hand undoes the knot that keeps your robe together, and he pulls away to admire your body. You were crafted by the gods themselves. You’re a sight for sore eyes, and maybe he would get to see you like this more often if it weren’t for the fact that he… Isn’t the best boyfriend. It’s fine though, Satoru thinks that he’d get tired of the same sight every night, at least that’s what he says to reassure himself. He really can’t get tired to your body, but he likes to think that he would, to compensate for the fact that he’s fucked up.
“Oh– Fuck…” A breathy moan leaves your lips as Satoru pushes two fingers into your tight cunt. They’re so thick and long, hardly comparing to your own– And anyone else’s. That’s your main problem with him, no one can compare to him which is both a good thing and a bad thing.
Satoru slowly moves his fingers in and out of you while his thumb begins to play with your clit. His lips land on yours again, and he feels the vibrations of your moans on his tongue.
You hate how good he makes your body feel, it makes it too hard for you to move on. Your body yearns for his touch and you hate it, but you completely understand the sentiment when he’s on top of you. He curves his fingers so they hit your sweet spot, and he feels the increase of vibrations, which makes him pull away. There’s no sound more pleasant than your moans. The first loud moan that leaves your lips makes him go down to your ear, whispering, “Oh you sound so pretty. You’re such a pretty girl.”
“Shut up.” You respond as you shut your eyes. You hear him chuckle, and it pisses you off, but your mind is too consumed with how good his fingers are making you feel to care about it. 
“I love when you talk back to me, baby. Especially when I know that you’ll be begging for more soon.” Satoru kisses your ear, smirking as he feels your walls clench around his fingers as your high approaches. Your arms wrap around him, your nails gripping the fabric of his shirt as you feel your climax approach. “Is that good, baby? You like that?”
“Oh, fuck– Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Your legs quiver as you reach your high, and you mutter his name which feeds his ego more than it should. And as you regulate your breath, he stands up to get undressed. Your arousal grows even more as he gets undressed, and you think about how this is one of the reasons you can’t let him go… He just looks so fucking good. You bite down your lip as you watch him take off his briefs– That’s one of the other reasons.
“Will you suck me off, baby?” He asks, and you roll your eyes at him before shaking your head. Your mouth waters at the thought, but you’re not doing that for him. The most you do is sit up, your hand wrapping around the base of his cock before you spit on it a couple of times. 
You stroke his cock before getting on your hands and knees on the bed, making sure to arch your back. Satoru isn’t exactly fond of the position since he’s the man that admires to watch your face contort with pleasure, but he’ll take what he can get which isn’t exactly a lot.
He spits on your cunt before he runs the tip through your folds. He slowly pushes himself in, hissing as you wrap around his cock. When he’s completely inside, he gives you a moment to adjust. You need it, his fingers might help but they don’t really prepare you for the real thing. Satoru’s cock is definitely larger in every sense.
“Fuck, you’re so tight– You feel so good wrapped around me, baby.” Satoru’s hands go to your hips, his nails digging into your soft flesh. He begins to move slowly, and your eyes are already rolling to the back of your head. You press your head against the mattress, suppressing any noise that leaves your mouth.
He misses the feeling of your skin, and he makes sure to take advantage of it whenever you call him for his help. One of his hands begins to play with your clit, and it nearly drives you crazy. It’s almost too much for your sensitive body to take. He gives you so much pleasure that no one else can compare. 
“It’s so good, Satoru!” Your words come out muffled, euphoric with each and every one of his thrusts. He loves hearing his name from you because it doesn’t roll off so perfectly on anyone else’s tongue. You’re gripping the bed sheets as Satoru’s thrusts pick up more and more speed.
“I fucking love your little pussy.” He smacks your ass, earning a loud moan from you. You’re squeezing around him as your second orgasm approaches. “Fuck, you feel so good. Shit, I miss you so much.”
Your body shakes, reaching your second orgasm of the night, and it nearly drives Satoru to the edge. He tries to enjoy every moment, and tries to make it last longer because he doesn’t know the next time it’ll happen. Your calls are a rare occurrence nowadays.
“Fuck–” His thrusts get sloppy. He throws his head back, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth because he doesn’t want to be too loud. Satoru comes to a stop, filling you up with his cum. He gives a couple soft thrusts before pulling out.
You lay back down on the bed with a satisfied smile on your lips, while Satoru exhales, laying down beside you. You lay in complete and utter silence before he clears his throat, “Do you want to go out tomorrow?”
“Not with you. Not in a million years.”
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voonroo · 2 months
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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE NO ONE HAS DONE ADAM WITH A READER 🙏🙏🙏
so like basically you could be an angel or a sinner but you caught the eye of adam and lucifer what would they do 🤔🤔
How Eye-Catching~
⌐‣Adam x Angel Reader + Lucifer x Sinner Reader REQ
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AUTHOR’S NOTE: I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE THIS. This is actually my first time writing for both Adam and Luci😭 LMK WHAT YOU THINK ANON MY INBOX ISNT OPEN FOR ONLY REQUESTS WE CAN CHAT TOOOOOO
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Adam x Angel Reader
This man-angel is the embodiment of sass, I'm convinced he's leading the sassy man apocalypse.
So for you to catch his eye? Let's be honest, he probably thought you would be fun to mess with.
He would skip out on his duties just to annoy you.
If you give him a reaction regarding his remarks, he will continue to make question your life choices.
If you don't give him any reaction whatsoever, he will dramatically declare something along the lines of- “Wow! You're so mean for an angel~ y’know– I'm like, pretty well known here in heaven…”
His trying to annoy you half of the time turns into him boasting about himself.
It takes the outside intervention of Lute, who, after realizing Adam abandoned his responsibilities again, goes out to hunt for him.
And when she finds him trying to rizz you up and harass you— it's pretty damn obvious.
Going based on what reactions you give him, Adam will change up his pick up lines and shit.
It's kinda sickening in a ‘I'm trying to be actually nice to someone’ kind of way.
It takes Lute having a talk with him for Adam to realize how far gone he is.
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Lucifer x Sinner Reader
You're just another damned sinner in this place— *cut to Lucifer with heart eyes*
Yeah, good luck with him. He's so fucking awkward.
It would be the smallest things about you that would catch his eye.
He would probably be taking a stroll down the streets only for you to pass by him and his head just follows.
He won't even talk to you the first time he sees you, now the same can't be said about the second.
The second time he sees you, he takes it as a sign of fate, and he should talk to you. About what? Haha! Funny question. He's stumbling over his words until he remembers he's the king of hell and has a reputation to uphold.
He would either ask or find your socials. for the sake of him, you probably have sinsta
He’d reach out through there. Chat with you daily, whenever he has the time really, and oh! Did he show you his latest duck?
Yup. There's no escaping it. You are now the first person to see his latest ducks through a shaky facetime and if you don't give them a compliment then he cries when you hang up the phone.
He lies to himself at first. Pulling the ‘Oh we are the bestest of friends!’
Well Lucifer the “bestest of friends” doesn't have one of them secretly pining for the other like a lost puppy looking for its owner.
It takes a chat with Charlie for him to realize, and even then he's still denying it.
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bwabys-scenarios · 2 months
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HEAR ME OUT, TOJI AND NANAMI BEING INTO CHUBBY WOMEN??? (from jjk ofc-) what’s ur take on which characters from jjk would be into chubby girls? 😋
JJK men that prefer a chubby wife
!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!
warnings: breeding, pussy eating, sex, cockwarming, fem reader
NSFW JJK taglist: @iluvies @zeniiis @highbats69
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Gojo
-not only does he have a preference for plump women, he’s not afraid to make it known. Sure he’s dated mostly thin women through high school and college, but that was before he knew the pleasure of holding onto a pair of fat thighs as he fucked into chubby pussy…
-you’re his EVERYTHING he’s completely in love and shows you off as often as he can. there’s no room to be self conscious or doubt your beauty, because he’s absolutely head over heels and will show you in and out of the bedroom.
-he’s got to have you on his lap any time you’re around, including if you come to bring him lunch when he’s teaching class. it’s a little embarrassing, but it’s how he shows his love!
-there’s nothing that can tear him away from your chubby pussy once he’s got his tongue in you I fear… honestly he’s fallen asleep between your legs more than once…
Nanami
-he enjoys soft and comfortable things, and you’re one of them. he finds himself resting his head on your breasts or belly when he’s stressed!
-Nanami is a pretty big, muscular man, so the extra cushion on your body lets him let loose a little more than he would be able to with a thin woman
-this man would do absolutely anything for you. he just adores pampering you with sweets and new clothes. when he has you to come home to, he can do pretty much anything.
-he just loves having your fat, plump ass resting on his lap as you keep his cock nice and warm. he’ll rub a hand over your chubby tummy, whispering about how soon, your belly will swell with his child, and how good of a mommy you will be!
Choso
-Choso had no preferences before he met you, and after he did see your plump figure approach Itadori with a big smile on your face, his life was changed forever. It didn’t help that you were a kind college student that was taking care of his baby brother, you were PERFECT!
-he doesn’t understand human beauty standards, so he was genuinely shocked when Itadori informed him you had never been with a man before. you are literal perfection?? oh hell no he’s gotta wife you up with HASTE
-he follows you around like a lovesick puppy, sometimes growling at anyone that gets too close. he can’t keep his eyes off your fat, swaying hips or your cute chubby cheeks that look pink each time you catch his staring
-it wasn’t long before he couldn’t help it and had you sprawled out on the bed, his face buried in your pussy as he confessed and apologized all at the same time
Toji
-sir is absolutely smitten with you. Your cute chubby cheeks that turn pink when he gives you attention, the soft sway of your plump hips when you walk away, and most importantly that tummy that he’d love to squeeze while he bounces you on his cock… dreamy sigh…
-you’re his sweet little princess, and he just loves to get you all riled up. the way you puff out your cheeks and pout at him after he just fucked you on his fingers just to pull away right before you could orgasm gets him hard
-he loves to fuck your thighs and get them all messy with his cum <3 don’t worry, he’ll always clean up his mess and give you a few orgasms as an apology, but he just loves the feeling of your soft, plush thighs surrounding his dick
-he’s a big fan of groping and grabbing at your ass when you walk by, and yes this extends to public settings. it’s a bit embarrassing, but he’ll buy you a piece of strawberry cake later to make it up for you
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cbini · 3 months
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hyunsvngbinimas !
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pairing: bang chan x afab!reader
warnings: hot tub sex, thigh riding, unprotected sex, daddy kink, you’re horny as hell for chan tbh (real)
you're not fully even out of the car yet before you’re playfully arguing with chan over who’s going to take your suitcase inside. it’s always like this, and you huff and puff when chan snatches the handle from you before rolling it to the door of the quaint little log cabin you’re staying in. 
he looks like a goober, standing at the door with his arms and hands full, bags strapped around his shoulders and fiddling with the keypad to get inside. if chan could balance things on his head you’d swear he would have something up there too. 
“here, budge over a little, ya big nerd.” 
chan only grumbles a little bit and dutifully shuffles to the side while you enter the door code on the keypad to finally get inside. it takes you two tries, but that’s only because your hands are so cold you can barely feel them.  
you swing the door open and hold it for him so he can step inside first since he’s carrying all of your stuff, and chan groans loudly when he steps through the doorway and into the cute little living area. 
“you do that any louder the neighbors are gonna think a yeti’s up here,” you laugh, and chan giggles back. 
the little log cabin you’re staying in for the next couple of days is filled with the sounds of laughter and chit chat while you and chan make yourselves at home. you stopped by a local grocery store before you got here for some food and other essentials, and when you bend down to put some of the food in the fridge, chan scooches behind you with a pat to your ass to make his way back to the door. 
you shiver when the cold air from outside hits your skin, but chan comes back inside soon enough with an armful of wood to stack in the fireplace. you’re immediately struck with the thought of chan chopping wood outside, shirtless maybe… sweaty and glistening in the sun. in an ideal world, you’d sit in the rocking chair on the porch with a cup of coffee and a book while he works, reading the same page over and over again because you can’t focus on anything but your handsome man putting in work in the front yard. maybe when he’s done he’d join you on the porch, and you could unbutton his pants, pull them down, touch him where he’s hot and heavy and…
“tired, baby?” chan asks, and he pinches your earlobe softly between his thumb and pointer finger. you blink your eyes rapidly to dispel the image from your mind and see chan standing in front of you with furrowed brows. “i’ve got the fire going. you wanna lay down and take a nap?” 
“oh shit, sorry! i’m okay, just- happy to be here with you, is all.”
chan pulls you in and kisses your cheek, your forehead. “me too, baby. and hey! this year it’s actually kinda close to christmas, yeah? that’s- haha, that’s basically a first.” 
he’s right. ever since you started dating, this has been your thing at christmas. one really thoughtful gift and a trip. to wherever really. chan’s schedule is always hectic and busy and liable to change at a moment’s notice, so an actual december trip really is a first. last year, you took your christmas trip in august. beggars can’t be choosers, and the most important part of your little annual trip is spending time together anyways. 
before doing anything else, you and chan make your way around the cabin to acquaint yourselves with each of the rooms. you’ve been in the kitchen. the living area, the bathroom, the bedroom…
it’s a nice sized room despite how small the cabin is, and you’re already picturing all the ways chan can take you in it. the frame of the bed is thick and wooden, perfect for chan to hold onto while he fucks you into the mattress. there’s a nice, rustic lamp on the wooden nightstand by the bed. you want to fuck so hard, so animalistically that one of you knocks the lamp off. chan could take you on the floor, on top of the dresser, in the little leather chair in the corner…
“hey you,” chan coos, catching your attention once again when he hugs you from behind. “whatcha thinkin’ about?” 
sex. sex sex sex, sweaty, hot, boyfriend sex. 
“just- can’t believe we’re finally here! i think we both need this, you know?”
“yeah, for sure. it’ll be nice! i can finally wine and dine you a little out here, haha, you know, since we don’t really get to.”
wine and dine you he does!
dinner is nice. it always is when you and chan cook together. you tried to tell him it was too cold outside to grill, but he just shook his head and smiled, and you knew you had lost this round. at the table, you sit across from him and trap one of his ankles between your own while you eat and talk. you both talk with your hands, so busy catching up on what all you’ve missed, and chan ends up pink-cheeked from laughter by the time you’re both finished eating. 
he’s leaned back in the chair with his hands behind his head, and you’re willing to bet he knows what you’re thinking. your boyfriend is an idiot, wearing a muscle shirt in the middle of winter like this. one of those stupid fucking shirts he’s cut so far down the sides you could see his abs if you looked a certain way. you want to sink to your knees under the table and lift his shirt, kiss your way down his stomach to the bulge of his cock. you’ve been good, surely he’d let you put him in your mouth… 
“hellooo? you good?” chan asks, moving his head like a chicken so that he’s in your direct line of sight. he smooths the sides of his beanie down with his veiny hands. “you keep- i dunno. zoning out, or something.” 
“yeah! yeah, ‘m fine. what were you saying?”
“i was just saying after we’ve rested a bit we should check out the hot tub outside. could be fun!” 
“you didn’t tell me there was a hot tub here!” you sit up straight in your chair and gasp. you didn’t bring a bathing suit. why would you? it’s freezing cold.  
“you didn’t ask!” 
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“baby, look at the stars,” chan breathes. his head is thrown back so he can look at the sky, but the only thing you’re focused on is the beautiful man in front of you. the beautiful, half-naked man in front of you. 
“i see the stars,” you respond, and he hums. you do see the stars. the star. right in front of you. he might as well be with how bright your boy shines. 
“aren’t they beautiful?” he looks wistful, chin now propped up on an open palm. 
“yes, channie. so beautiful,” you respond again. you’re just waiting for him to look at you. he must hear the grin in your voice because he does look, and he rolls his eyes fondly when he finally catches you staring at him. 
“oh, you- ahh, haha- oh, come on! don’t- don’t start with me!” he points a finger at you and grabs your ankle under the water, and chan laughs when you squeal. you’re sitting across from him, but you don’t want to spend another moment away from him when you could be seated beside him. or in his lap. 
so you decide to do just that, wading the short distance across the hot tub to make yourself at home in chan’s lap. his hands immediately find your waist and wrap themselves around your back under your t-shirt. 
yes, your t-shirt. one of your big, white sleep shirts that you were going to wear to bed tonight. chan’s not faring much better honestly; he’s in his boxers, but he doesn’t seem to mind that at all. 
“you look a little too smug for someone who conveniently forgot to bring our bathing suits,” you accuse, wrapping your arms around his neck and propping them on the lip of the hot tub. they don’t stay that way long because it’s so cold outside, the water quickly cools on your skin due to the chill of the air. you duck your hands under the water again and rest them on his chest this time. 
“well i- see, i swear i forgot. swear! i really, really forgot.” chan’s deft hands move to your ass and squeeze. “you’re not… complaining though, yeah? i mean. we could always go back inside, change into something warm, watch some tv…” 
you don’t even let him finish his sentence before you’re kissing him hard, hands braving the chill of their air above the water again so you can curl your fingers in his damp hair. chan grins against your lips and squeezes you close to him. 
you’d be embarrassed by how quickly everything gets to you, but you know chan loves you needy. needs you needy, really, so you’re not too worried about it. the feeling of his silky tongue against yours, the way his hands roam up and down your back and squeeze every now and then, hell, even the gentle splashing of the water from where you’re moving together gets you going. 
“chan. d- chan, daddy,” you breathe, and he grunts. “fuck me right here. under the stars. don’t wanna go inside yet.” 
“yeah, baby? i’ll fuck you in here if you want it.” 
want it is a bit of an understatement. you’d argue that you need it, but you’re sure you’ll be begging and hanging off his cock sooner or later. hopefully sooner. 
“here, lift up for me. there you go, gonna take these off for you.” your panties. he does just that, sliding the soaked material down your legs and tossing them to the outside of the hot tub where they land with a wet plop. 
“what about this?” you whisper. holding his hands where they fondle at the hem of your shirt under the water. 
he doesn’t answer you, settling instead on cupping under your ass and sitting you up so you’re raised on your knees. you shiver now that your torso is out of the water, and you can feel your nipples harden immediately. the fabric of your sopping wet shirt clings to your body, baring all your curves and angles to the man underneath you. 
“fucking shit,” chan mutters. his hands slide from your ass to the peaks of your chest. he pushes them together and jiggles them in his hands, thumbing your hard nipples and making your back arch into him. “baby, oh my gosh. these tits.” 
you whine. that’s all you’re capable of doing when chan touches you like this. your wet shirt sticks to your body uncomfortably, but chan is so busy finally touching you that you couldn’t care less. one of his hands slides slowly over the swell of your breast and up to your neck, not choking, just gently holding and bringing you back to his plush lips for a deep, messy kiss.
chan is everything. he’s everything, and the way he sucks on your tongue has you grinding against his thick thigh under the water. he’d kiss you forever if he could, but it seems like chan is more interested in seeing you cum for him. his hand remains on your neck, but he uses his grip to guide you so your back is arched and your head is thrown back. his other hand presses on the arch of your back, then grips one of your hips to help you grind on his muscular thigh. 
“‘til you cum. that’s it, keep goin’ ‘til you cum. that’s it sweetheart. use- shit, use dadd- use daddy like that.”
your back’s bowed almost painfully at this point, and your hips burn from how hard it is to grind like this under the water, but you couldn’t stop if you tried. you’ve got the water splashing so loud it sounds like you and chan might as well be in a swimming pool. 
“daddy, i-! i can cum? going to- i’m gonna, oh please!” 
“want you to baby, come on. want my dick after? cum, baby, lemme see you do it.” you’ll always give chan what he wants, so of course you cum for him. you shiver and shake apart in his lap, only held together by chan’s capable and loving hands. 
he pulls you forward again by the neck and plants his face between your wet t-shirt covered breasts like he’s overwhelmed with the view of you on top of him and cumming. 
you give him one last shudder and bring a hand to his lap, palming over the thick bulge in his underwear before pulling his cock through the front of them. you stroke him for a moment, and chan inhales heavily against your chest. you snort out a laugh and scratch at his scalp when the water from your shirt clogs his nose and makes him cough. 
“did you just waterboard yourself?”
“a- a little, yeah,” he laughs back, coughing one more time and gripping your hips to help you guide yourself down on his dick. it’s always easy. chan gets you so wet and relaxed that he slides in with practiced ease. 
nothing could ever fill you up the way chan does. he’s perfect for you, and you tell him that every day. he deserves to hear it. 
“daddy feels so good in this pussy,” you whimper, clutching onto the damp, curled hair at the nape of his neck for dear life. “gonna make his pussy cum again.”
“yeah? ‘s my pussy, huh?” he knows it is, he just can never get enough of hearing you say it. 
“yeah. yeah, it’s daddy’s pussy. channie’s.”
he fucks you like it’s his. he’s pulled close to him, your arms curled sweetly in between your chests because it’s too cold for them above the water. you move together as best you can under the weight of the water, and if chan’s struggling you’d never be able to tell. he rocks you against him as he grinds his hips up into you; his cock kisses all the right spots inside. 
the combination of the hot water and exertion has turned him pink though. his cheeks, his sinewy neck, his thick chest, all flushed pink and sticky with sweat and the heat of the hot tub. your mouth waters. he’s grinding up so hard into you that his pecs bounce with the force of it. 
“wanna fucking- get you in bed, baby. fuck you right, shit,” chan pants into the equally clammy skin of your neck. you know exactly what you’ll be doing when you get inside, and you already want it. you want him all the time. “cum for me one more time and i’ll lay you down in bed, yeah?” 
chan’s dexterous fingers make their way to your clit as he focuses on making you cum. it doesn’t take long, and you’re still so sensitive from your orgasm earlier. nothing ever takes long anyways when chan puts his mind to something. 
“c-cumming, daddy, cumming!” he knows you are, feels your little pussy hugging him tight and pulsing. chan follows behind you, despite how much he wanted to hold off until he got you inside and laid you down. he just can’t help himself when he feels you cum on him. now he’s one step closer to getting you inside. 
you stay curled together like that for a few moments before the heat of the water really catches up to you. you’re practically stuck together and in more ways that one. you unglue yourself from chan’s chest and pull off his cock, stretching your legs under the water while chan leans his head back against the lip of the tub to look at the sky again. 
“chan,” you say. 
“that was kinda fun, right? i mean, i definitely-”
“chan, did you bring the towels out here?” 
“i thought you did!”
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barefoothighlander · 10 months
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cherry
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summary: ghost finds out about your side gig
simon ‘ghost’ riley x camgirl!reader
warnings: mdni (18+), smut, unprotected pinv, porn/nudes, masturbating (m+f), rough sex, choking, praise, licking?, tattoos, mention of scars, blowjob, fingering, sex on camera, biting, rank kink if you squint, ooc!ghost
a/n: I got a req for a 141 member/camgirl!reader x ghost but I can’t find it so I’m so sorry if this was ur req but it’s here now! fair warning I know very little about sex work so I hope this is mostly correct
Ghost's brain is in a fog, his eyes wide as they watch the screen, he turns his phone off in a panic, Soap had sent him a link, a simple text that would change everything about your relationship, sure he had thought about you before, you were beautiful, talented, and braver than any soldier he had met.
He'd be lying if he said he hadn't pictured you, bent over with your ass in the air, waiting for him to fuck you but he kept it professional, maintaining a strictly platonic relationship with you around base.
It can't be a coincidence, the woman in the video has the same tattoo of a cherry, on her right hip, directly above her ass, it's the same tattoo that he'd seen a hundred times when you'd tugged your sweater off when you'd stretch and your shirt would ride up a little. He can't see your face, covered by a balaclava which he found ironic, but the woman bears a strikingly familiar body type to you.
He paces around his room for a minute, comparing you to the woman, before deciding to watch the video again, strictly for research purposes.
He shifts his hips in his seat as he feels his cock twitch, he's entranced by the noises that are falling from your lips, your moans going straight to his length, he watches you fuck yourself using a toy, stuffing it inside your dripping core like he so badly wanted to. He palms himself over his jeans, desperate to gain some friction against his erection, he watches your breasts bounce up and down as your slick drips down the toy, coating it in a sheen.
Without thinking he unzips his pants, groaning as he wraps his fingers around his length, biting back a moan as his thumb runs over his leaking tip. He strokes his cock in time with your movements, imagining that it was him you were moaning for, that it was his cock stretching you out, making you feel good.
A string of curses falls from his mouth as his orgasm hits him quickly, spilling onto his stomach, coating the skin in his warm spend. He drops his head back, catching his breath before looking back down, the realization of his actions hitting him as he shuts his phone off.
He blatantly avoided you at work the next day, practically running away every time he saw you, it was like a Pavlovian response, every time he saw you he saw the woman in the video, his mind flashing through the images as the blood rushed to his cock. He'd have to run to the bathroom to jerk off, needing to get rid of his erection quickly, he felt like a teenager again having to excuse himself in the middle of meetings.
During one of the team's conferences you had dropped your file, bending down to pick it up, his eyes glued to your lower back as your tattoo peaked from your shirt, squeezing his eyes shut, willing his mind to behave.
It had to be you, he was sure of it, what he didn’t know is if Soap had caught on yet, or how many others he’d sent the link to, it made him mad, he hated the thought of anyone else on the team seeing your body, he’d grown slightly possessive over you throughout the years, requesting to be paired with you on missions, always keeping a close eye when the team went to the pub in case some stranger tried it on with you.
In a strange way he was offended that you’d never told him, he thought you were close enough, he knew about your life outside of the team, where you lived and what you did with your free time, hell he knew how much you made with the 141, it didn’t make a lot of sense to him why you even needed to have some sort of side gig.
It plagued his mind for days, deciding if he should bring it up to you or not, the last thing he wanted was you to be uncomfortable with the fact that he’d seen the video, but he was curious.
He couldn’t chalk it up to simple intrigue anymore, sitting in his flat his fingers clicking on links that lead him toward your entire page, he couldn’t fight the temptation, the boxes that asked for his information staring back at him as he subscribed, the new access to your videos making his cock twitch in his jeans.
It was like he was watching an entirely different person, such a stark contrast to your personality at work, he thought he knew you but apparently not, he craved you, your touch, your body, he had to do something about it.
It took him till noon the next day to even speak to you, spending the morning awkwardly staring at you, turning away when you’d notice, he was always confident in his work, but this, it was something that felt so far away.
“What’s with you?”
Your words take him by surprise, whispered in a meeting room whilst Price spoke about assignments, concerned eyes gazing at him, he felt his throat dry, unable to ask the question he wanted to as you wait for a response.
“I’ll tell you later”
You nod with furrowed brows, receding into your chair and turning your attention to your Captain, your thoughts about Ghosts nervous state playing in your mind.
You wait for him after the meeting, watching as the room empties for a moment alone with him, you’d always been concerned for his welfare, knowing enough about his personal life to check in with him every once and a while, but he’d never been antsy, avoidant of you completely, it worried you.
“So what’s wrong, you’ve been steering clear of me for a week”
“Right, well um” He scratch’s the back of his head, his eyes drifting from yours.
“Out with it Lieutenant”
“Soap sent me a link”
“Okay?”
“Well, I’m not positive but, do you, make videos?”
“Videos? What kind of videos”
“Porn videos”
“Oh” The words ring in your ears, you’d never thought anyone you knew would find them, “Yes, I do, is that a problem?”
“No, not a problem” He waves his hands in defence, “Just unexpected”
“Why is that unexpected?”
“Just doesn’t seem like something you’d do”
“Does Soap know?”
“He knows of one video, not sure he thinks it’s you”
“Okay”
He nods, turning his eyes to yours, there’s no embarrassment behind your gaze, no shyness.
“If you don’t mind, keep this to yourself”
“Of course”
“How did you know, that it was me”
“The tattoo”
“The one above my ass”
He nods
“So you watched the video”
It’s his turn to be embarrassed, his cheeks flush under his mask, visions of your naked body flashing in his mind, forcing the blood to his groin.
“I did”
You eye him up and down, watching him fidget under your gaze, “What’d you think”
“Pardon?”
“About the video, what’d you think” Your relaxed state has his heart beating fast, you’ve been exposed entirely to him and you’re asking his opinion on your body, he can’t lie, no matter his response your friendship is changed forever.
“Good”
“Good? That’s all”
“What do you want me to say, that I watched it more than once, that every night for the past week I’ve stroked my cock thinking about you”
“Only if it’s true”
“I don’t understand why you didn’t tell me”
“Didn’t know how you’d react”
“I never would’ve thought of you differently at work, except now you’re all I think about”
“And that’s a bad thing”
“If it didn’t give me a hard on during work it would be fine”
“During work?” You smirk a little at his words,
“I can’t help it”
“I can”
His body freezes at your response, your tone is serious,
“What are you saying”
“Meet me at my flat, 6pm” You wait a moment to gage his reaction, his body tense as he blinks at you, stopping for a moment before nodding.
It was like the rest of the day couldn’t go by fast enough, rushing through meetings and paperwork, watching the clock tick as he sat in his office, your proposition was everything he had been dreaming about, damn your friendship, the way he saw it there were two outcomes, either your sex is strictly professional and for the benefit of your friendship, or it becomes a regular thing, moving past any sort of platonic arrangement, god he hoped for the second one.
He was oddly calm now, the elephant in the room dispersed, he could talk to you like he always did, as a friend, he’d never had an issue with casual sex but more often than not his endeavours began and ended in a single night, using them as an outlet for his stress and moving on, this felt different, he knew you, he liked you, as soon as the clock hit 5 he was on a mission to get to you.
Stopping at his flat after work to shower quickly, changing into civilian clothes and tossing on his balaclava before making his way to your flat. He sat in the driveway for a few minutes, working up the courage to knock on your door before his phone buzzed.
Get out of my driveway, come in
There was no escaping now, you knew he was here, your words dragging him from his car towards your door, he didn’t even knock, you opened it standing there, eyes staring up at him as his mind froze.
“Bloody hell”
Whatever he was expecting, this was not it, your body clad in a black lacy set, sheer stocking that ended at your thighs carrying his eyes toward your sex, barely covered by your panties.
“You like it?”
He can’t form words, settling on a simple nod as you smirk, grabbing his hand and dragging him into your house, from the angle that he walks behind you he can see the rest of the set, the thin black string that connects from the front of your panties, the little bows that hold your bra together, he just wants to reach forward and untie them.
“Sit for a second”
He does as you say, resting on the couch as his eyes are glued to your form, “I have an offer, you don’t have to say yes but I need your full consent before I do it”
“Okay?”
“Would you be down to record us, for my page”
“Like, I record you?”
“More like we record us”
“You want to record us having sex?”
“Only if you’re okay with that, I wouldn’t show your face obviously, and I’d keep it completely anonymous, plus you’d get half the revenue”
“Okay” He doesn’t even think about it, honestly the idea of being able to watch himself fuck you over and over had his pants already tightening.
“You’re sure?”
“Let’s do it”
You wait a few minutes, having him sign a few papers and establishing any rules you may need, offering him an out at any time in case he was uncomfortable.
“Are you clean?”
“Clean?”
“When’s the last time you went to the clinic?”
“Oh, clean, yes I’m clean, I get checked every month”
He’s safe, responsible, a new piece of information that makes you happy, you didn’t know a lot about his sexual endeavours but this was a checkmark in your books.
“Okay, you ready?”
“Is there anything specific I should do?”
“Whatever you feel like, pretend the camera’s not even there, it’s just us”
“Okay”
“And remember, if anything’s too much or you want to stop at any point, say Delta"
"Got it"
He watches you cross the room, leaning to adjust the camera, his eyes focused on the red light that clicks on, it's pointed toward the bed. He stands still as you move back to him, positioning yourself directly in front as you stare up at him through your lashes, you rest your hands on his chest, moving your fingers toward the bottom of his shirt as they find their way underneath it, bunching the fabric as you push it up.
He keeps his stare on you as he lifts his arms, helping you to take his shirt off, his breath heavy as you press kisses on his sternum, your soft lips trailing across his chest. His hands find purchase on your waist, holding you, his breath hitching as you part your lips, flattening the muscle on his skin and licking small lines over his scars, you kneel lower, your breath ghosting over his skin as you keep your eyes on his, your tongue tracing a line down the centre of his abs as you make your way toward his hardening cock.
His hands move to hold your jaw, his chest rising with every breath as your fingers make quick work of his zipper, undoing it to reveal the outline of his length, you palm your hand over it, causing a groan to fall from his lips.
Satisfied, you tug at the waistband of his underwear, his cock springing free to slap against the skin of his lower stomach,
"Need to taste you"
he peaks an eye at the camera, the two of you clearly out of view, you were doing this just for him because you wanted to, his cock twitching as your lips near it, flattening your tongue to lick the precum from his tip, his fingers tightening in your scalp.
You hum as you swallow, the salty taste mixing with your saliva, parting your lips to allow the head of his cock in, his hips jerking as you close around him.
You work him in your mouth, using your hand for the length that couldn't fit, your spit soaking his cock as you move back and forth on his length, small moans falling from his lips every time you flick your tongue over his head. You stare up at him, nodding to the best of your ability, letting him know he can move, his grip tightens in your hair, tugging your head lightly back as he thrusts into your mouth, your hands resting on his thighs for balance as the head of his cock hits the back of your throat.
The room fills with the sounds of your gags, the corners of your eyes wet from the tears that prick them as you stare at him, god he could cum from the sight alone.
He pushes his cock deep into your throat, holding you there for a moment, your nose pressed against his pubic hair as his cock twitches in your mouth. He pulls back with a pop, allowing you a breath of air before he kneels down, his arms locking under your legs, lifting you from the floor as turning to drop you on the bed.
His thumb runs over your spit-soaked cheek, his dark eyes pinning you down as his body cages you against the bed, your legs moving to wrap around his waist before he sits back, his stare devouring you.
He teases a finger down the valley of your breasts, pulling on the fabric of your bra, his palms kneading over the flesh as you reach behind you to undo it. He grabs your wrists, pinning them to the bed above your head with one hand, using the other to reach behind you, tearing at the fabric and pulling it from your chest.
He watches as your tits fall free, your nipples peaked from the cool air of the room, his fingers pinching at them as you let out a whimper,
"So perfect"
Your arousal is pooling in your panties, your hips squirming, trying to gain any friction they could as he paws at your flesh, your hands stuck in their position, unable to touch him.
"Please"
"Please what?" His accent is thick, his voice dripping with lust as he watches you squirm under him,
"Please stop teasing, fuck me"
"How bad do you need it?" His hand moves down, cupping your clothed sex, he can feel how bad you need him, your slick soaking through your panties.
"Need you so bad"
"Good girl" His hand releases you, moving to grab your leg, flipping it over so you're on your side, he tugs your panties off, tossing them across the room as he gains view of your glistening pussy, your slick coating your thighs.
"So wet already, this all for me?"
"All for you" You wriggle your hips, begging him to touch you as you bend your knee higher, giving him a better view, his hand's paw at your ass, kneading the flesh as you groan.
He slides two fingers between your folds, collecting your slick before smearing it across his length, positioning himself between your legs and lining himself up.
He glides his head between your folds, coating himself before pushing his length in, groaning as you squeeze him. The stretch of him is like nothing else, his size burns in the best way possible as he pushes deeper, inch by inch until he bottoms out.
"Bloody hell, feel so fuckin good baby"
Your hands reach for him, and he grabs one, holding it against the bed as he leans over your frame, his cock stretching you out as he holds it still, allowing you to adjust to it. You move your hips, letting him know he's okay to move and he pulls back, thrusting in with nearly every inch as you moan.
He sets a brutal pace, the sound of skin hitting echoing in the room as your fingers squeeze his hand, his other roams your form, his fingers circling over the tattoo on your lower back, smirking to himself.
He grabs your waist, tugging you onto all fours and your chest falls against the bed, your cheek pressed into the sheets as he fucks you from behind, his thrusts forcing your body forward with every stroke.
He grabs your hips, tugging you against him in time with his thrusts, his cock driving impossibly deep inside you as your ass smacks against his lower stomach, he snakes a hand around, his fingers circling your clit causing your back to arch, allowing him even deeper, your pussy swallowing him.
"You like that baby, s'that feel good"
"Yes, fuck, more"
His fingers swipe across your clit, rough pads rubbing at the bud as the fire in your stomach ignites, the band stretching out as works you toward your orgasm.
"Cum for me love, soak my cock"
You clench down on him as you come undone, your orgasm tearing through your body leaving your vision blurry and your legs weak, his fingers working you through it as his arm holds your waist, keeping you up.
"Fuck, just like that angel, so goddamn tight"
You're at a loss for words, the feeling of him taking over your body, consuming you as you come down, your juices leaking from your cunt, soaking his cock and the sheets under you.
He pulls from you and you whimper, his hands flipping your body so your beach is against the bed, your legs wrapping around his waist as he pushes into you, his cock fills you entirely, stuffing his length into your weeping cunt as he leans over your form, his arms next to your head, pressing you against the mattress as he snaps his hips against you.
You trail kisses over his exposed skin, your nails digging into the flesh of his back as you cling to him, your heels pressed into his hips, begging for more.
"More please, need more"
His hand moves over your skin, settling on your neck as his fingers squeeze at your pulse point, your breath caught in your throat as you moan.
"You'll take what I give you"
He begins thrusting slowly, dragging his cock along your walls, your pussy clenching around him as he slowly fills you with every thrust. You squirm under him, heels digging into his flesh, urging him to go faster but he remains slow, languid strokes that force you to feel every inch of his cock inside you.
"Been dreamin' about this for too long, gonna take my time, work you open till you're a mess on my cock"
His hand moves to your clit, slowly circling the bud, keeping you on a high but refusing to let you cum, he takes pleasure in your whimpers, the way you try to move your hips under him but he's much stronger, intent on having you his way.
Your orgasm builds inside you, slowly taking over your nerves as he keeps his slow pace, your skin covered in a sheen of sweat as your body crumbles beneath him.
"Please, need to cum" You manage through strangled moans,
"You can do better than that"
You lock eyes with him, your heavy lids obscuring your vision, "Please Sir, let me cum"
"That's it"
He snaps his hips into you, forcing a yelp from your throat as his pace quickens, his fingers flicking over your bud as your second orgasm surfaces, his cock driving into you, keeping you on your high as your limbs squeeze around him, your hips twitching as he fucks you.
You squeeze your eyes shut, your mouth open as quiet moans fall from your lips, the hair on your forehead stuck in a layer of sweat as you fall apart, he doesn't let up, elongating your orgasm until your legs are trembling around him, your skin on fire from the sensation.
"Such a perfect little pussy, so good for me"
His hand releases your throat, settling on your waist to pin your lower half down, driving his cock into you using his weight, his head slamming against your cervix as your body becomes putty, melting against him.
You're a babbling mess under him, spit from your mouth pooling at the corners of your lips as he fucks you,
"You all drunk off my cock baby, c'mon you can take it"
He grabs your legs, pinning them against your stomach, your heels resting on his shoulders as your fingers grab at the sheets, your brain foggy as his cock glides into you with ease.
"That's it, take it, take it all, knew you could"
Your body moulds to his, his length stretching you out to fit perfectly like it was made for you, he leans over you, lifting his mask just slightly to reveal his lips,
"Open"
You do as he says, flattening your tongue as he spits into your mouth, it drips down the muscle, trailing to your throat before you swallow, he grunts above you, pressing his chest flat against your legs as he buries his cock into you,
"Cum in me, please, need to feel you"
The thought has his brain sparking, his abs tightening with every thrust as he nestles his head against your neck, his grunts flooding your ears, you paw at his flesh, nails dragging against the skin as you lean your head up, digging your teeth into the flesh of his shoulder, his arms wrapping around you, keeping you pressed against him.
You kiss lazily at his neck, your spit smearing on the skin as his strokes get sloppy, his muscles tensing around you,
"M'gonna fill this little pussy up, stuff you full of my cum"
All he can hear are your moans, silent pleas for him to continue,
"Gotta give me one more love" His fingers find their way to your abused clit, your body twitching as he makes contact with the nerves, your head falling back against the pillow as his thumb rubs the bud.
"One more baby, you can do it"
Your body is mush, he drops one of your legs, allowing you to dig your heel into the bed, your fingers digging into his flesh trying to ground yourself as he brings your orgasm quickly.
You sob as you cum, your pussy soaking his thighs as you gush around him, squeezing his cock as your limbs begin to feel like static.
"Fuck, just like that, so perfect"
He buries his cock in you, his cum flooding your walls as you come down from your high, your combined spend leaking from your hole as he gives a few shallow thrusts, forcing his seed deeper.
He pulls from you slowly, eyes glued to your core where his cum leaks, dripping down onto the bed, your limbs falling against the mattress as your chest rises with every breath.
He stands from his spot, crossing the room you see him click off the camera, the red light turning off before he moves away, leaning into the bathroom to grab a cloth, dampening it before moving back to you.
He carefully spreads your legs, wiping around your core to clean up the mess, avoiding your sensitive clit as he runs the cloth over the skin, tossing it aside and reaching for the glass on your side table.
He moves beside you, his arms resting around your waist, tugging you against him so you can drink, gulping down a few sips before releasing a deep breath, resting against him. His fingers trace lightly over your skin, soothing the muscles as he holds you,
"You doing alright love?"
"Perfect" You don't bother to open your eyes, just resting your head against his firm chest as your fingers hold his forearm, you can feel his heartbeat, slowly returning to normal as he sits with you.
"It's getting late, did you need anything"
"Stay"
"You want me to stay?"
You nod against him, humming quietly to yourself as he smiles lightly under his mask, "Okay"
He shifts in his spot, lowering himself down and letting you curl against him, tugging the blanket over the two of you as you nestle your head against his chest, your fingers splayed over his stomach while his arm holds your waist, keeping you close. He rests his chin against your head, listening to your breaths even out as you grow tired, your legs tangled with his as he closes his eyes.
It was one of the best sleeps he's had, laying next to you, letting your warmth consume him as he slept, he wouldn't tell you but he had woken up an hour before you did and just stayed there, his arms holding you, watching you sleep, you were so peaceful, so soft, he didn't want to leave.
The next few days at work were strangely normal, with no awkward encounters with each other, you didn't treat him differently which he liked, he'd been trying for days to think of an excuse to come over again but he couldn't come up with one good enough. A smile spread on his lips when you texted him,
Videos up, here's the link, we should do it again sometime x
That was it, his excuse, he'd be at your beck and call whenever you wanted him, he needed more. He clicked on the link, eyes glued to his phone, it was strange watching it, knowing it was him in the video, that he really was doing those things to you that he'd imaged so many times, he had so many ideas about what to do next, things to try, he'd just have to muster up the courage to ask you.
His train of thought is interrupted by another text, a link from Soap,
Check this one out LT, Lad in the videos got tattoos like you
He glances at his forearm quickly and back to the screen, shit.
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futureplayboibunnie · 8 months
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Aphrodesiacs Pt. 3
Miguel O’Hara x fem! spidey! reader
You and Miguel O’Hara were bitten by the same spider…what could possibly happen?
ON A ROLL BABY. U ASKED FOR IT
NSFW. (18+ pls pls pls)
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The days seemed to be getting longer and your temper seemed to be getting shorter.
As you have the same recurring meltdown the same recurring issue you began to wonder if this spanned any form or any way deeper. It scared you. You didn’t even want to think about it. So again you pushed it down, a sensation you despised at this point. All this fucking pushing, all this shoving, all this avoiding. Part of you wanted to drag Miguel by the hair and punch him until he was red and bloody for ignoring you, the other part was already on your knees, begging him to shove his cock in your mouth.
You were in the lab late. You decided to go to HQ right after you fucked yourself and found that it didn’t work, so it seemed like you had to grasp at invisible straws. You were relieved to feel that Miguel wasn’t there, a sigh of disgruntled strain fell from your throat as you raked a hand through your hair.
Miguel said that there was no cure for this physical enlightenment but you didn’t believe that there wasn’t some sort of suppressant for it. Hell, you’d work your fingers to the bone if it meant that you didn’t have to think or feel like this. You sat yourself down and began to look into the spider that bit you through Lyla’s encrypted files that only you and Miguel had access to. You looked at it’s genetic code and decided that maybe you could make a serum that if you included that with a impulse hindering chemical compound then maybe you could fix something up to help you fucking cope.
You began some tests to chemically combine everything and so far there wasn’t any explosions or manic reaction that you were having, a glimmer of hope sparkled within you, a face flashing with a certain glow, something you haven’t felt in weeks. Miguel made you dark and morally grey, he was changing your personality and the idea of it shook you up a little, there were so many things you were capable of doing and you were on your last string. If he as much lifted up a pair of scissors to cut that string, you’d go wild. A thought kept occuring to you. What if you do fix this? What if the…feelings for him are still there? Not just sex but…want. You shivered at the thought but it still remained intact in your head. You’d deal with that when the time calls for it. Right now, you just didn’t to think. Because every thought was him rawing you.
You finalised the rough prototype for the serum and you were about to go home until you felt it. Him. Here. In his office. He was so far away but you could still feel him. Now, you just wanted to feel him throbbing inside of you. No. No. Stop that. You wanted to wince out in pain. Why now? Why must he be here now? You were literally about to go home but now that idea seems like hell. He doesn’t want to see you, an sad pathetic reminder didn’t seem to deter you, in fact it made you more confident and angry.
Miguel had to see what you were up to, he has a right to know. Before you knew it, you found your feet on the outskirts of his office. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Shit. You swung in nonchalantly, like none of this was even affecting you.
Miguel’s eyes shot open. Your presence was like heroin to him, if he had more of it he was sure he’d die a happy broken man. But he couldn’t have that. No. You couldn’t be here. Why were you so intent on not listening to him? He was livid, his breath was strained and uneven as he turned to face you.
“Why do you never fucking listen to me?” He bellowed, eyes gleaming red as the bones crunched in his jaw. He looked so exhausted, his lack of sleep seemed to be worse than yours. “No- No. Por favor. Please.” He pinched the bridge of his nose as he seemingly begged at nothing. He needed to get a grip.
“You said that there was no way to make a suppressant.” You barked at him. “Well, I’m making one and we’re going to end this for good.” You curled your lips into a frown, a flame of seriousness burning within, you rubbed your neck. “I am done being this pathetic. I can’t- I won’t.” You paused to regain a breath, the oxygen in your lungs becoming scarce as you trailed off. “We are not managing this and one day we’ll- You said you’d hurt me…but I’m not afraid of that. I’m afraid of what the hell you’ll do if I ever got my hands on you.”.
Miguel glared a hole into your face, the look he was giving you was simply a one that lacked any semblance of self control, what made you even wetter was that he was trying so so hard to hold back. To be good. To be better. To do better. But he was lying to himself, he wasn’t a righteous man and he didn’t deserve the normalcy of liking a pretty girl and taking her out, the universe was punishing him and making his desires that much more clear. God, he could feel how wet you were, he could taste it in the air. It was like he was being painfully edged.
You could practically hear the tongue in his mouth move and the shift alone made you swallow and wet your lips. You fluttered your eyes shut as you felt him inch closer, you let out a breath and clenched your fists by your sides. So much for not feeling pathetic. You were sure you’d drool if he came any closer.
Miguel should stop, he needed to stop, but his feet kept moving. All he could think about was what his cock wanted, and what your pussy felt like. You were standing there so sure of yourself that this stupid serum would work he felt bad for you. He was right in front of you now, his scent made you let out a choked sob that you seemed to reel back in when your chest caved. Impressive. It was impressive that you kept your chin held up high.
Miguel was going to regret it. But he had to feel it. Just once.
His taloned finger reached out to gently smooth out the outlines of your face. He cupped your sweet and oh so fuckable face softly as a strange sort of tender sentiment in the valley of these darkened, lustful sex crazed thoughts. You looked like you were about to cry. His touch sparked wildfire throughout your entire body, your pussy was clenching around nothing and a bead of sweat trailed down your temple. Blinking up at him dumbly, your eyes pricked with tears, he looked like a wet dream.
“You know I should be tired.” He scoffed huskily, his eyes darkening by the nanosecond. “I have not fucking slept for days because of you and I should be tired.” Miguel had a devilish sinful smile play at his lips, like he was toying with you. “But I’m not. I’m…hyperractive….” Miguel’s hand suddenly gripped around your neck unkindly, his fingers were definitely not tender now. “All I can think about is you.” He grunted huskily and you moaned as he tightened his grip, you were soaked now and he felt it. “All I can think about is how sweet and pretty your pussy would be for me….I know you want to show me, I know you want to beg me…Come on, I’m right here.” He teased relentlessly, making you chase the ultimate prize. “Say the words… beg me with those pretty drooling lips to give you what you need.”
You genuinely forgot how to speak, the mechanisms of moving your tongue seemed to go haywire. You wanted to beg him so bad but your mouth couldn’t find it and the words got caught in your throat. Miguel furrowed a brow, amused yet irriated.
“Y’know what I’ll take it then.” Miguel’s free reached his talons lower and suddenly ripped the crotch of your suit, ripping off your underwear in the process too. You gasped as he plunged 3 thick fingers into your sopping hole, not preparing you at all for how big and thick his fingers would be. Your own fingers definitely didn’t beforhand. A loud moan ripped from your throat as his thumb toyed with your clit.
“God you’re so wet. Did you try to fuck yourself before you got here?” He chuckled cruelly in your ear.
“Fuck…Yeah. It didn’t work. Miguel, nothing worked.” You choked out through sobs and he seems very pleased indeed.
“Yeah because it wasn’t me. Only my fingers are going to be in you ever, understand?” His grip went from your neck to your cheeks to pinch hard and he-
“Hey…” Miguel pinched your cheeks to look up at him, his nails dug into your skin harder and a sensation of pain flashed through you. “Hey! Look at me!” He said clearly through gritted teeth, unhappily yanking you from a fantasy that had wetness pooling between your thighs.
Miguel’s gaze softened as his fingers tenderly cupped your face again. God, it was wrong. Being near you. Touching you at all. He leaned in and whispered in your ear. “Please go. Don’t ever come find me again. I can’t control myself and I know I’d hurt you, even more than you hurting me. We’d just hurt each other.” Miguel’s voice made you still, he was so sincere and strangely caring.
You gulped, knowing he was right and he saw your expression become one of defeat. He let you go with a bitter taste in his mouth and turned around walking away from you and messing with his watch, making a portal and disappearing into the night.
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I AM JUST THE WORST. ykw i’m going to stretch this series out so much, like the tension the fleeting touches just to torture you. U THINK THEY’RE ACTUALLYGOING TO FUCK? maybe who knows i might. u just have to keep reading
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marjorie189 · 1 year
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Coward - Vinnie Hacker Smut
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description: Vinnie cuts things off with Y/N when things get rough. After a month of Vinnie delving his emotions into work, he can no longer put his feelings aside. He realizes he makes the biggest mistake of his life. 
word count: 13,933
consists of: a rollercoaster of emotions, foreplay, dry humping, p in v, aftercare reconciliation. Jacob Day is mentioned in this fic. 
italics are flashbacks! 
Let’s get started!
Vinnie and Y/N.
Anytime anyone hears those names together, the first thing that comes to mind is what a perfect match they are for one another.
Their close friends know it, their fans know it, heck even they know it. Everyone does.
But, a better way to describe it now is, was a perfect match.
It all started with different fashion companies wanting to work with them for their fashion weeks. YSL and Dior partnering with Vinnie. Versace and Chanel partnering with Y/N.
The two were crazy busy. It was getting hard to maintain a healthy relationship. Between creating visions with the brands, fittings, events, photoshoots. It felt like the relationship they once knew was a lifetime ago.
The two were optimistic, you can give them that. They wanted to make things work. The whole fashion week events would be over someday, they’d say in motivation to pull through with it all.
When the fashion weeks did come, they’d be in the same city. Whether it was Milan, Paris, New York, or any other beautiful city, unfortunately they were hardly together.
Once all the fashion weeks were over though, they felt relieved. They finally felt like things would finally go back to normal for them.
The two were always always hip to hip. It was rare to see one without the other. They were practically like a married couple, never leaving each other's side. The only difference between a married couple and them was that they maintained the same love for each other. Married couples usually lose their flame after a while, but not them.
They were truly in love.
Right when they got back from the fashion world to their lovely and comforting home in California, their plans of going back to the way things were changed. Vinnie had to fly to Paris for a fashion shoot with Ami Paris.
Y/N was excited for him, she was so proud of him. Of course she felt sad knowing Vinnie had to leave. They hadn’t spent much time together in the past couple months, but nevertheless she was proud of his achievements.
Vinnie, on the other hand, felt horrible. He knew he would have to be traveling from Paris to LA, LA to Paris, repeatedly. All he wanted to do was give Y/N the time of day. He wanted to love her, spend every forsaken second with her. He missed doing that. They would do it all the time before the world they knew got crazy, he was looking forward to doing it again. But nope, the world had other plans in store for them.
Y/N, not even for one second felt like they wouldn’t manage it all. Hell yeah, it was hard, but they would get through it. They already had, what’s one more? She’d miss him tons but she’d be counting the days, weeks, for him to fully be in her graces again. They’d for sure need a vacation after all of it.
But Vinnie. Oh, Vinnie.
He felt guilty. He loved his girl. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do for her. He cared deeply for her and it tore him apart that he’d have to leave again.
This time it was different. The two had been looking forward to this present moment for months now. But he had to ruin it with another campaign. If it were up to only him, he would hit them with a hard pass. He’d prefer to be with his baby sprawled up, under his covers. They hadn’t been able to do that in months. It was always go, go, go.
They were supposed to do nothing together. That was their plan, that is what they had been looking forward to.
He kept pondering to himself that it was all his fault. He’d leave Y/N in a couple days, all alone this time. She would no longer be working like crazy, surrounded by thousands of people. It would just be her, without him. She would be at home, without him.
“What’s wrong?” She would ask, frowning.  
Vinnie was sitting at the edge of his bed, quietly. Y/N was kneeling behind him as she wrapped her arms under his buff arms.
It took him a few seconds to respond.
“Nothing.” He’d say.
“Come on, Vinnie. You should be happy, right now!” She said, knowing he was upset about Paris. She knew him more than anyone. She could see right through him. “Sure, I know it’s going to be hard. I know. But it’s me and you against the world, nothing can stop us. You’ve got to lighten up. Seeing you like this makes me feel down too, you know?” She murmured the last part, pressing her lips onto his soft cheek.
And for that second, he felt like they could actually pull through. He was just too far up in his thoughts. He was focusing too much on the negativity to realize that they’ve never failed at loving each other.
Vinnie woke up the next morning, before his sweet Y/N. He caught himself feeling guilty and upset with himself, all over again.
Right beside him, restfully sleeping was his world.
He felt his throat clenching as he realized he couldn’t give you this. You two would no longer wake up to each other, huddled up. He hated that.
He got out of bed roughly leaving you behind. He walked into his conjoined restroom and stared at the sink countertop. If it wasn’t for Y/N being a couple feet away, he would’ve let his rage take over and punch the countertop.
He just couldn’t do it.
He thought about it for a couple hours that day. Y/N had woken up a while ago, but Vinnie pushed her away. He finally came to the conclusion, he had made a plan. He had to let Y/N know now in order for it to work out before he had to leave for Paris.
He sat her down. Thankfully she started speaking first, he didn’t know how to start the conversation.
“Are you finally going to acknowledge me? It feels like all day you’ve been ignoring me,” She spoke out, seemingly hurt.
“I-I’m sorry,” He croaked out. He was holding it all in. He looked down at his lap, fidgeting and playing with his beautiful hands.
“Vinnie, I thought we talked about this,” She expressed with a sigh. She scooted closer to him, she was wrapping her legs around his waist, in an attempt to get him finally to look at her.
Before she could, he pulled her off of him, placing her beside him.
“No, Y/N! I don’t think this is going to work out!” Vinnie let out, finally speaking to her this whole day.
“W-what?” Y/N said, she felt taken aback, realizing what Vinnie meant.
‘It’s over. I’m sorry.” He said standing up.
“Vinnie! What are you talking about? We can make this work. I don’t understand why you’re making this a greater deal than it has to be! I can wait, I’ll always wait for you.” Y/N exclaimed, standing up as well.
And that’s what broke him. Once she said that last sentence, it was final. He wasn’t turning back.
Vinnie’s first part and might it be added the hardest part of his plan was done.
Next he would talk to Jack, his best friend.
“You know how we’ve been speaking about moving out of the Hype House for a while now?” Vinnie said, bringing up the topic to him.
“Yeah! You, me, and Y/N!” Jack says, smiling at the thought, not taking the conversation too seriously.
“Yeah well change of plans. Just you, me, Jett, and a couple other gu-” Vinnie blurted out.
“Okay holda holda holda up!” Jack said back tracing. “Are you being serious about moving out right now? And second of all why is Y/N out of the picture? I thought she wanted to have some privacy away from the ruckus of the Hype House. We all did,” Jack questioned.
“Y/N and I broke up,” Vinnie says so nonchalantly.
Jack seemed like he was about to have a panic attack.
“WHAT?!” He yelled out. “Why do you seem so off right now, so fine? Are you okay?” Jack asks quickly.
“Are we moving in together or what? I already looked into a couple places online.” Vinnie shot out.
And that’s how it all started. Vinnie was moving into a new house with Jack and a couple other of their friends.
Y/N and Vinnie were over.
Vinnie had a couple more days before traveling to Paris, and he wanted everything to be right in place. His plan was working perfectly.
His plan to leave Y/N.
He had started to pack everything up in his room at the Hype House. The news of Y/N and Vinnie’s split had spread throughout the house.
Vinnie was quiet and closed off, not speaking to anyone, steering away from everyone.
Y/N of course had tried talking to him. To try to fix it all. She knew Vinnie was making a mistake, a horrible one at that, but he would just turn a blind eye. Completely neglecting her.
Vinnie had passed by his room one last time, the night before his flight.
He was standing in the middle of his now empty room and Y/N had entered Vinnie’s room.
“Please don’t leave me,” Y/N shakily let out, whimpering as she wrapped herself around Vinnie’s toned waist. Her head resting on his firm chest.
She broke down in an instant, tears pouring down her face, shuddering tears.
“You’re the love of my life, Vin,” She whispered into his chest. “Please, don’t leave me.”
It was like an instinct because he didn’t even realize that his arms were wrapped around her back, hugging her.
He stood tall, emotionless.
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be,” He muttered, as he loosened his arms around her.
He pulled away from her, walking out of his old room, leaving Y/N behind as she cried her heart out.
As Vinnie left the house, Y/N had slid down the wall in the now unclaimed room, crying on the floor.
She cried for a good twenty minutes. As her tears ceased, she breathed out as she examined the room in which she fell in love.
The memories that were made there.
She looked at the wall across from her. That’s where Vinnie’s desk and PC used to be. Vinnie would stream there, play Valorant, and where he taught her how to play video games. He would always let her sit on his lap as he played. She would sometimes stand behind his gaming chair and massage his broad shoulders, watching him play.
It broke her heart thinking.
Her eyes roamed to the big empty space in between the walls. That’s where his bed used to lay. The bed in which they watched movies and stayed up all night talking. It’s where they cuddled and made love.
Silent tears streamed down her warm cheek.
She would no longer be able to play with his soft curly hair and hug him. No longer be able to kiss his red plump lips, the ones she loved.
Her eyes roamed the door, the walls, his bathroom sink, his shower, where his bed used to lay, his PC area, all places they’d had sex.
It was all over.
After a while, she finally got the courage to walk out of his room. She walked across the hall to her room and dove under her covers.
All she wanted to do was drown in her sleep, hoping it would be all over when she woke up, like a terrible nightmare.
She tried her hardest to not cry. She felt like all she’s been doing since Vinnie broke things off with her is cry.
Y/N just wanted to be as emotionless as Vinnie. She didn’t want to feel the pain anymore.
Crying made her feel everything.
She didn’t want to cry anymore, just sleep.
She tossed and turned, uncovered herself and covered herself with her sheets, and even tried different sleeping positions. Nothing managed to get her to a restful sleep.
After what seemed like an hour, she couldn’t take it anymore. She was frustrated with herself, she felt angry.
All Y/N wanted was for her and Vinnie to be okay.
She stood up from her bed, grabbed her sheets, cover, and a pillow.
She walked across the hall and walked into the empty room.
She went to the corner in which she was crying in earlier.
She took a deep breath and dropped everything she had in her hands onto the floor.
Y/N spread her sheets across the cold floor and placed the pillow at the top.
Y/N got ahold of her duvet and covered herself under it, laying on top of her sheets. Her head on top of her pillow.
She looked around the dark room as she laid on the floor. She somehow felt at ease in what used to be Vinnie’s room.
She didn’t feel as lonely there. The tears from earlier had dried up on her face, but new ones brimmed.
She felt comfortable in his room but it broke her heart, thinking of everything that had occurred.
Y/N started crying on the bed she had put together on the floor. The comforter that covered her almost swallowed her whole. Her eyes and top of her head were all that could be seen.
Her breathing was getting rough, her eyes were stinging, her face was wet.
Her heart stung, it physically hurt. It felt as if it was being clenched and pulled away from her. All she wanted was for this pain to be over.
Her eyes were getting to the point where they were heavily drooping.
Next thing you know she was passed out on her ex-boyfriend’s floor.
Somewhere along the walls of the Hype House was Jacob Day.
Jacob Day was one of the newer members of the Hype House. He started living with them a couple months ago. Around the time where Vinnie and Y/N had started to get insanely busy.
Jacob heard about the news. He honestly did not expect it. He never really got to know Y/N nor Vinnie because they were hardly ever at the house. But he would always hear their names from Mia and Thomas and of course he knew of them.
He had seen Vinnie leave earlier that day. It was getting late and he decided to check up on Y/N.
Jacob didn’t know her all that well but knew that breakups were hard, especially theirs, everyone thought they’d be together forever. They really did seem in love, he’d thought.
It sounded cheesy but if anyone would have to bet money on who would last, it would be on them.
Plus, whenever Y/N was at the house, she was always kind and welcoming to him. And, it seemed like she was finally going to be spending more time at the house. Why not make a friend?
He wanted to return the kind gesture.
Jacob walked towards her room, knocking softly at her door.
The door slightly opened due to his knocks, and he caught sight of an empty room. Y/N was nowhere to be seen.
He took a slight turn about to head back to his room, but as he turned around he noticed the door across from hers. Vinnie’s room.
He stepped closer to Vinnie’s door and quietly placed his hand on the door handle. He would check just in case Y/N was in there. He had a feeling she was.
He soundlessly opened the door and it was pitch black in there. If it wasn’t for the moonlight’s reflection hitting the ground floor, he wouldn’t have noticed her.
Jacob frowned at the sight. He almost felt his heart pang. He didn’t know the girl, but it was still upsetting to see.
He didn’t know what to do. He stood there for a couple seconds, at the entrance of the room.
He didn’t want to wake her because what would he even say?
Jacob got the idea of letting Thomas know. Y/N and him were close, he would know what to do.
He quietly closed the door not wanting to wake her.
As soon as Jacob let Thomas know the situation, Thomas immediately went to the site. Jacob followed behind him.
Thomas walked into Vinnie’s empty dark room to find his best friend on the ground, sleeping.
At the sight, Thomas let out a sad sigh. He knew Y/N was struggling with Vinnie leaving.
Thomas neared closer to Y/N’s laid body. He bent down beside her and caught the sight of her red nose and cheeks alongside her puffy eyes.
Thomas carried her up and out of the floor, her blanket still wrapped around her body. Thomas and Jacob walked out of Vinnie’s room as Y/N was peacefully sleeping in Thomas’ arms, shutting the door closed behind them.
Y/N shifted in her sleep, realizing she was no longer on the comfortable floor.
She hummed as she squinted her eyes at the huge headache she had.
Y/N opened her eyes and realized that Thomas’ had lifted her out of the floor and was currently walking.
“Tom? What are you doing?” She asked sleepily, looking up at him.
“I’m taking you to mine and Mia’s room. You can sleep there,” He said sweetly, smiling down at her.
Y/N looked up at the ceiling and caught the glimpse of Jacob walking behind them.
Her eyes widened and she felt her cheeks warming up. She didn’t know Jacob all that well, and felt embarrassed that he had to see her that way.
She just huddled up with her blanket and onto Thomas' chest. Thomas was like her older brother, they had lived with each other for almost two years. She didn’t feel like she had to hide with him.
As Thomas made it to his room, he laid Y/N carefully next to a fully awake Mia.
Jacob awkwardly stood by the door and decided to go back to his room.
“I’ll leave you guys to it. Good night.” He said, waving at them.
Thomas and Mia wished him a good night and Thomas mouthed a “thank you” to him.
Jacob nodded with a smile and before he left, Y/N whispered a “good night” to him too.
He smiled and walked out the door.
Y/N looked away from the door and faced Mia, who was laying beside her.
“Come ‘ere” Mia said, wrapping her arms around Y/N knowingly.
Y/N let herself be embraced by her sweet best friend.
“I just miss him,” Y/N let out as Mia tightly hugged her.
“I know, baby. I know,” Mia comforted as she rubbed her back.
“You can sleep here for as long as you want,” Mia whispered after Y/N dried the tears off her face.
“Thanks. Both of you. You guys are the best,” Y/N said, finally letting out a smile.
“Is that a smile I see?” Thomas teasingly said.
“Maybe.” Y/N smiled.
She slept comfortably that night, they all did.
Present time
*a month later*
Y/N’s POV:
It had been a rough past couple of weeks but with everyday that came along, life seemed easier.
I had my career to be thankful for. It’s the most successful I’ve ever been.
I’ve gotten to spend more time with my friends and have even made a new one.
Jacob Day.
He’s a nice person to have around after a break up. Jacob is sweet, thoughtful, and caring.
I will admit, Jacob is one of the only reasons I’m able to smile, after Vinnie.  
He got me out of the gutter and helped me see the light of day.
We’ve gotten to spend a lot of time together this past month.
Jacob knew that I was hurting and made it a mission to get me to feel better. Ever since that night where he found me sleeping in Vinnie’s room.
At first it started with Jacob coming to visit me in my room. We would spend time in my room. He’d let me vent to him about Vinnie. He genuinely cared about how I felt and how the breakup was affecting me. After a while our conversations no longer consisted of Vinnie. Our time progressed to us having movie nights in my room or playing card games.
After about a week he’d finally got me out of my room. He helped me get ready, when it was the last thing I wanted to do. Jacob would help me pick out outfits and would make me sit on my vanity to do my makeup or my hair. He would wait patiently for me to get ready.
Whether it was just to go out for a walk or to grab a coffee. He’d wait however long. Knowing I would feel great, afterwards.
He was the sweetest.
We even planned and executed a Disneyland trip after watching countless of Disney movies. Now that was one of the best days I’ve had this past month.
If it wasn’t for Jacob I’d still be crying in my bed over Vinnie.
I was currently all dolled up in the kitchen waiting for Jacob to come downstairs for a coffee outing.
Mia was cooking food, while Thomas and I were standing around the kitchen.
“You sure you don’t want some food, Y/N/N?” Mia asked sweetly.
I shook my head thankfully.
“No thank you. I would but Jacob and I are going to grab some coffee,” I smiled over at her. “It looks delicious though!”
Mia smiled back with a nod.
“You know, you have been drinking a lot of coffee lately!” Thomas acknowledged.
“I know!” I exclaimed. “It’s all because of Jacob. His addiction to coffee is wearing out on me,”
“Do you get a coffee everytime he gets one too?!” Thomas questions with a shocked expression.
“Maybe…” I say with a smirk.
Mia and Thomas let out gasps.
“He just gets really good coffee and they’re really yummy!” I explain with a smile.
“Well I’m glad you two are getting along,” Thomas smiles.
“Yeah,” I nod. “Me too.”
I look over at Mia and she has a teasing smile on her face.
“Alright, what are you going on about?! What’s the foolish smirk for?” I ask with a playful eyeroll.
“You two are just spending a lot of time together-” Mia starts to converse before Thomas chimes in. “Like everyday!” He pipes in.
“All I’m going to say is I’m certain with all the time you two have spent together, Jacob must have some feelings for you,” Mia implored. “And I’m not mad about it!”
I rolled my eyes with a smile.
“Well I made it crystal clear to Jacob from the beginning that I’m not looking for anything and he knows that,” I declared.
“Well why did you have to make it crystal clear?” Thomas asked with a knowing smirk.
I rolled my eyes with a small blush as Mia elbowed me.
“Because we’ve gotten close to kissing a couple times and I do not want to lead him on and make him think we’re an item when we’re not. Vinnie and I’s break up is still fresh and I can not possibly have it in me to date someone at the moment,” I confessed.
“At the moment,” Both Thomas and Mia repeated.
“You two are crazy,” I say, shaking my head, with a little laugh slipping through my lips.
“Y/N!” I heard Jacob call out as he walked down the staircase.
“I’m in the kitchen,” I yell out.
“Is that a smile I see?” Thomas says as he furrows his eyebrows at me.
“No.” I say sassily.
“Rightt..” Mia trails off.
Jacob walks into the kitchen, his eyes meeting mine instantly.
He smiles widely as he walks over to me.
“Hey Jacob!” Mia cheerfully lets out.
“Hey Mia,” Jacob replies, his voice naturally deep.
“What’s up Jacob,” Thomas greets Jacob.
“Morning man,” Jacob smiles as Thomas and him fist bump each other.
“You ready to go?” Jacob asks, looking down at me.
I nod with a smile as he takes a hold of my arm.
Jacob was about to lead us out when Mia holds us back with a question.
“Jacob doesn’t Y/N look phenomenal today. There’s just something about her,” Mia asks.
My eyes widened.
“Really? I think she looks beautiful everyday,” Jacob answers cluelessly.
I let out a breath of relief knowing he didn’t catch onto Mia’s game. But, then I feel warm inside as I realize what he said.
“Aww! Thanks J!” I smile, embracing him in a hug.
Jacob lets out a chuckle holding me in his arms.
“Come on, let's go,” He says as we let go of our hug.
We walk towards the garage and he opens the passenger door of his car for me. I hop into his Corvette and fasten my seatbelt as he closes the door behind me. He hops into the driver’s seat turning the engine on.
“I was thinking we could go for brunch instead of just coffee, I’m getting hungry. How does that sound?” Jacob suggests.
“That sounds perfect!” I smile.
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Vinnie’s POV:
Present time
I’m finally laying in my bed. Finally able to breath and relax.
But it’s unsettling. I feel out of my skin.
I’m no longer filled up with work, no longer able to avoid my problems. No longer able to ignore the thoughts of Y/N.
Now that I’m home, in California, after a whole month.
I wish it could all be a lie. Was I that stupid to let Y/N go?
I had been too busy in Paris with Ami doing press and photoshoots to even let my heart feel anything.
Now that I’m all alone, locked up in my room, I don’t know how to feel or what to do without her.
I haven’t even let myself feel the truth.
In my head, Y/N is still my girlfriend. We’re still together in my mind and heart.
I haven’t acknowledged the truth.
This last week, I had agreed and accepted my invitation to go to Seoul for Fashion Week. My heart had hoped that Y/N was going to be there too, but I never saw her. I don’t even think she attended, which caught me by surprise.
I was finally back home. If I could even call this new house a home. No one knew I was back in California, only Jack and Jett. According to the internet I’m still in Seoul.
Laying in this dark room, everything that I’ve been ignoring and avoiding has come to bite me in the ass.
The silence and emptiness is itching at me.
My mind can’t stop wandering to her.
What is she doing right now? Is she thinking of me too?
My mind wandered to my last night in California before going to Paris.
I sniffled, remembering Y/N crying in my chest, hugging me.
The way I just left her crying. I was such a jerk. Such a fucking asshole.
But I was hurting just as much as her. But we both wouldn’t have been in that predicament if I wouldn’t have been such a bitch and waited a month.
We both still could’ve been together. I know it for a fact. I would be laying with her, cuddling her right now, probably having the best night of my life with her if I would’ve just accepted that being in a long distance relationship wouldn’t be that bad. It would be worth it at this exact moment in time.
I stood up angrily out of my bed, headed straight for the wall, fist landing into the wall.
I felt my blood rushing to my fist and I let out a huff.
Nothing I put myself through, including causing myself pain, hurts more than what I’m feeling right now.
I let out a frustrated yell, landing on the floor. My legs pressed against my chest.
I pulled out my phone from my pocket and did something I haven’t done this past month.
I opened up Y/N’s instagram page. I clicked on her most recent photo on her feed and my heart felt like it was being ripped out of my chest.
She looked so beautiful. She was smiling brightly with her perfect white teeth. Her hair falled over her shoulder.
All the tears that have been stored in, fell right then and there.
My loud crying filled the room.
My cheeks were all wet as I swiped to her next photo.
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She looked so elegant and precious. I remember I was always the one who took photos of her for Instagram. I wonder who’s taking them for her now?
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A smile grew on my face, watching her smile through my phone screen. I’m glad she’s able to move on and carry on with her day, with a smile. She deserves that and the whole world. I deserve to be the one that’s crying after a month of our breakup.
My heart breaks knowing I’m not the cause of that smile, not anymore.
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And she’s working on herself. God, I’m proud of her. Her eyes are captivating in the first photo.
I get a flashback of her crying with her red puffy eyes. But she looks happy now.
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“Me too baby. Me too.” I let out.
I then scroll to another photo and what I see stabs me in the heart.
It’s a photo of a tall dark haired guy, standing next to my Y/N. They’re both smiling happily in front of the Disneyland castle.
I instantly felt the pain.
She was happy with someone else and it’s all my fault.
It was Jacob, one of the other guys from the Hype House.
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Y/N didn’t even know this guy but I guess she does now. She was all alone after I left, but I’m sure that’s how she got to know Jacob. Knowing that they live together is worse.
I couldn’t take it anymore. I turned off my phone and threw it across the room.
I started crying into my lap.
I had lost the girl of my dreams. All because I let the negativity get into my head.
We could’ve waited a month. She told me she’d always wait for me. I thought I was doing her a favor, us a favor.
But I know she would’ve been sad and missing me once I was in Paris, if I hadn’t broken up with her. I couldn’t put her through that pain again. We had already been distant with the countless fashion weeks we attended. Paris was just the cherry on the top.
But now look at what I've done.
As I finally look at her page, for the first time since we’ve broken up I see this.
I’m not even mad at her. She deserves to be happy. I’m just angry at myself, knowing that, that would’ve never happened if I would’ve just stayed with her. If I would’ve just made it work. We both would’ve worked long distance. She knew it and now I know it. But it’s too late now.
I stand up from the ground, grab my phone and lay in bed.
I open up Tiktok and go onto Jacob’s page. I know it’s going to hurt, but I need to know more about him. I need to see what Y/N sees in him.
I go onto his page and click on a random video.
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRV33M2J/
Great, of course the first video I see of him is a thirst trap. Showing off his six-pack that is seeping through his shirt and his foolish little smile at the end.
I scroll onto another one of his tiktok’s.
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRV3psAE/
Oh, wonderful, now I actually get to see him shirtless. Just great.
Is this who Y/N is with now? I wonder if they’re an item?
God, I hope not.
I quickly went from annoyed and angry to hurt again.
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRV3v9ka/
This tiktok, knowing that Y/N was with him. Making it worse, is that they were at Disneyland.
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRV3XNSb/
Okay, now this one hurts.
I remember when Y/N, Thomas, Mia, and I were the ones who would go out. Now it’s them, with Jacob, not me.
I felt a sense of betrayal from Thomas and Mia, they were my friends too and they know how I feel about Y/N.
Thomas knew that one day I would marry Y/N, he knew that. How could he be out and about with Y/N and some other guy.
I watched the tiktok again, realizing that they had their Corvettes. Knowing damn well that each car fits two people.
Y/N and Jacob must’ve been riding together and I hated knowing that.
It tore me apart thinking of Y/N in a fast car, with another guy.
It used to be me, driving around with her. In my car. No one else’s. Car rides are always intimate.
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRgya8PJ/
Okay, I’ve gotten to the tiktoks that they’ve made together.
It broke my heart. Seeing them, seeing her, happy.
Not that I didn’t want her to be happy, but because it was with him and not with me.
But I’m to blame, which angers me more.
But their matching outfits and the way they danced so happily, with smiles on their faces.
It seems like he makes her happy. He seems happy too.
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRgyVJCc/
They’ve all hurt me. But this tiktok in particular hurt me the most.
The way Thomas was instigating behind the camera. Y/N and Jacob sitting next to each other at the movie theater.
Both Y/N and Jacob being shy to the idea of the middle compartment between their seats being able to move up, allowing an open space between them.
Jacob’s voice low and surprised at the realization. “Woah” he says and glances at Y/N as he lifts up the compartment.  
“Dude, it's your chance.” Thomas insists.
Y/N blushing and looking away at the comment.
Maybe I’m looking too much into it. But it’s evident that there’s something between them.
But, the way Y/N giggles and blushes as she looks at Jacob, it brings tears to my eyes. I sniff as I rewatch the video.
I shut my phone off not being able to put myself through watching more of their tiktoks.
I shut my eyes, I feel the pain of my reddened eyes as they close. I grab a pillow and stuff it onto my face.
I grunt out and throw the pillow across my bed, landing on the floor.
I go to grab it, only to let out the whimpers and cries I’ve been holding in.
I lay on the pillow and let it all out, once again.
I just want all of this pain to go away.
My loud cries were heard all around my room.
After what felt like hours of crying in bed, I grabbed my phone, opened up iMessages and opened up her contact.
I reluctantly started typing a text.
‘Hey.”
But then quickly deleted it, before I started typing again.
“I’m finally back in LA”
No. I shake my head before deleting it again.
“hey, it’s been a while.”
“do you wanna maybe meet up?”
I let out a grunt before shutting off my phone. I didn’t have the guts to even send her those messages. I guess it’s better if I don’t, she’s happy without me. I don’t want to the reason to ruin that for her. I’ve done enough harm.
But little did Vinnie know that with a slip of his finger, he sent it. Unknowingly.
Y/N’s POV:
I had just gotten home after having brunch with Jacob.
I was slurping into a boba drink, sitting on an oversized bean bag chair in the living room, when my phone went off two times.
“Hmm,” I hummed to myself as I grabbed my phone.
My heart instantly fell as I saw Vinnie’s contact appear on my lockscreen with the messages reading:
“hey, it’s been a while.”
“do you wanna maybe meet up?”
Vinnie’s contact still had a red heart beside it from when we were together.
I didn’t even realize my eyes were watery until my reflection appeared on the black screen my phone showcased once the lock screen turned off.
I wiped my tears away.
Yeah, I’ve been feeling happy and having a fun time. But Vinnie was always in my heart. The pain never went away, it was always there. It wasn’t as grave anymore, but it remained punctured in my heart.
My breath shuddered, I didn’t even know what to do.
He wanted to meet up? I didn’t even know he was back in California. I thought he would still be in Seoul for fashion week.
I got invited to attend but I wanted to keep myself as far away from Vinnie as possible. I wouldn’t be able to adverse myself into work knowing that at any given moment I would bump into Vinnie or catch a glimpse of him. I couldn’t possibly bear to see him.
I declined their offer.
It’s been a month. I’m sure he’s done with Ami Paris.
So he’s back.
My heart swelled at the fact. My heart tingled, my stomach filled with butterflies. 
But the tears streamed down my face knowing we’re not together. He broke me in half, and hurt me like no other. But, I was happy knowing he’s back. Vinnie will always hold a special place in my heart.
I missed him. More than anything. I sniffled, letting my head fall down. I wiped my tears away not wanting anyone to see.
Jacob, Mia, or Thomas could walk past any second and I wouldn’t know how to explain the tears or my sudden sadness.
I stand up from the bean bag chair and head up the stairs to my room.
As I make it to my room, I lock it behind me and sit at the edge of my bed. Staring profusely at the message.
I read them over, countless times. I don’t even know what to do or what to reply. I do want to reply, but how?
He broke my heart, left me. It would be pathetic of me to run back to him once he’s now available.
But I love him.
The tears now willingly and slowly streamed down my cheeks.
Oh, Vinnie.
My fingers grazed over the keyboard that was shown through the screen.
Mindlessly they started typing.
Hey.
I don’t send it yet, thinking of how I would even respond to his second text.
I thought about meeting up with him. Seeing his beautiful light brown eyes. His magnificent hair, his delightful smile.
His enticing lips.
God, but why did he have to break up with me?
This past month, all I’ve been doing is question his poor actions that not only affected him, but me.
How could he be so careless? To my feelings, to my emotions. I loved him. I still love him. But he ruined that.
Why did he give up on us?
I sniffle at the thought.
Sure, why not.
I type and send both messages.
What else do I have to lose?
I turned off my phone once both messages appeared as blue bubbles.
My heart is racing and my hands are sweaty.
I threw my phone onto the mattress and sat there in thought.
My thoughts were interrupted shortly after by my phone going off.
My eyes widened. That quick?
I quickly grab my phone and see Vinnie’s contact on my lockscreen.
The message reading:
Here’s my address
I’m free the rest of the day
I respond:
be there in an hour.
Okay, now I’m nervous.
I could always cancel?
Seeing him again is going to be overwhelming. I could already feel it.
But if I text him, telling him I’m not going to go anymore. I’d regret it.
The only option left now is meeting up with him.
I let out a sigh and stood up from my bed.
Looking into the mirror, I retouch my smeared makeup and choose a different outfit.
I’m going to see Vinnie again after everything that went down. I have to dress for the occasion.
I look through my closet. All I know is that I have to choose an outfit that hugs all the right parts of my body. Screaming and showing him what he decided to leave; unattended and unclaimed.
I wore a white, skin tight cropped tank top that cut low into my breasts. Lace filled the rims of the tank top. Paired with light washed blue denim pants that hugged every angle perfectly.
I smiled at myself at my reflection through the mirror.
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I grabbed my car keys off my desk, walked out my room, down the stairs and out to my car.
I didn’t want anyone to question where I was going so I left without notice.
I drove down the hill, plugged in the address to my phone leading the way to Vinnie’s new home.
It was thirty minutes away.
Vinnie’s POV:
I’m FREAKING out.
I am in no way shape or form prepared to see Y/N.
How in the world could I be such a dumbass? How did those messages even manage to be sent?
But what’s done is done.
Y/N said she was going to be here in an hour. That was 40 minutes ago.
I'm fresh out of the shower. I’ve sprayed on cologne but I might’ve put too much on, so now I’m a nervous wreck. I don’t want to smell like I’ve dumped the whole bottle on myself.
I feel like pulling my hair out.
I took a couple deep breaths before sitting down on the couch.
I’m wearing a white fitted t-shirt with khaki cargo pants. Nothing too crazy.
I fiddle with my rings distracting myself from my crazed thoughts.
What are we even going to talk about? I didn’t intend for this meet up and now I’m stuck with it.
Not that I don’t want to see her because God knows I do, just not under these circumstances.
She’ll be expecting a reason for coming over and I have none.
What have I gotten myself into?
How did those damn messages get sent?
Y/N’s POV:
I’m pulling up to his driveway and I park by his entrance.
So this is his new home?
It’s on a private road, nothing extreme like the Hype House but secluded.
I sigh before exiting my car. I nervously walk to the front door.
Should I have texted him that I’m here? Maybe knocking at the door or ringing the doorbell is overstepping a boundary.
But, I’m already at the door, there’s no point in going back.
I knock and immediately put my hand back down.
I feel like I just ran a marathon because I suddenly feel warm and my heart’s beating a hundred beats per second.
It feels like an eternity before the door opens, revealing a Vincent Cole Hacker. Right in front of me, in the flesh.
I feel my heart instantly break again as my eyes meet with his honey ones. Just seeing him hurts. I don’t know if I should turn around and leave, crying in my car seems like a perfect idea right now.
We both stand awkwardly at the door. Neither he nor I initiates a conversation or a gesture.
I break eye contact and my eyes are roaming anywhere but his. I instantly feel small and regret coming in the first place.
I could feel Vinnie’s eyes no longer on mine, but on my body. His eyes were trailing my body, I felt them like lasers against my now vulnerable skin.
I get the courage to look back into his eyes and he meets with mine again.
He clears his throat and speaks up.
“Y/N, hey. Uh- come in.” He says deeply. I could tell he was nervous.
I sent him a forced smile and walked in.
As I set foot into his house he closed the door behind us.
My eyes roam the new surroundings. It’s nice and spacious here.
As I’m taking it all in he invites me to the kitchen.
I follow behind him as he leads me to a seat in his kitchen island.
“Want a water?” He asks me delicately. Almost as if he spoke too loud we’d both wake up from this dream or somehow ruin this bizarre moment.
I hum a response along with a nod.
He smiles a small smile, before turning away from me, to grab a bottle from the refrigerator. His back facing me.
His small smile brings heat into my cheeks for a small moment, my tummy fills with a few butterflies.
I hate how with just the smallest smile, he can send my body into abyss.
He turns back around and hands me the bottle.
I open it because suddenly I’m thirsty.
I gulp down a couple sips. His eyes darted to the bottle against my lips, to my jawline, down to my neck and chest.
I place the bottle down on the counter once I’m done, his eyes never leaving me.
I clear my throat quietly to gain his attention back.
His eyes widened as he realized I caught him checking me out. His cheeks turn deep red.
Vinnie’s mouth opens to apologize or throw me a lame excuse to hide the fact that he was looking at the most sacred parts of my body.
“I know it must be hard,” I let out, our eyes meeting once again.
“Yeah…” He trails out, his hand meeting the back of his head, scratching his curls nervously. “Sorry about that.”
I don’t utter a response back
He’s standing awkwardly inbetween the fridge and the kitchen island.
“You know you can sit, right? It’s your house.” I say, a small smile forming on my face.
A chuckle leaving my lips, he seems to lighten up a bit.
“Right,” He says cutely, as he takes a seat adjacent to me. Gosh, I forgot how darn adorable he was when he was nervous.
I smile, a tint of pink on my face.
“So, how’s everything?” He says once he got comfortable in his seat.
The air in the room feels a tad bit more relaxed and less awkward now.
I take a couple seconds to respond to his question.
“It’s been good,” I say with a trail in my voice, almost like I’m convincing myself it’s been good.
“Yeah?” He questions with a furrow in his brow. His voice soft and caring.
“I mean what else could I say?” I respond with a shrug, breaking eye contact as I look anywhere but him. I felt my throat clenching and tightening, along with my sudden pained heart.
He let out a sigh. “Yeah.” He says like he understands what I mean. I look back over to him.
He’s looking down at the counter and I let out a silent sigh myself.
“What about you? How was Ami Paris?” I ask, slightly changing the forsaken conversation, genuinely interested in the new topic.
I would’ve expected him to look back up but instead he slouches even more, if that was even possible.
I guess the words ‘Ami Paris’ brings back memories. It sure does to me. I know it does for him.
After a couple of quiet moments he looks back up and the way his saddened eyes bore into mine, it almost brings me to tears. But I hold them back.
“It’s over, finally.” He whispers the last part to himself, but I hear it plain as day.
“Great opportunity, though. I’m sure,” I say, trying to lighten up the mood.
He looks up with a nod.
“Yeah,” He says with pressed lips. He’s holding back his words, I know he is.
He clears his throat.
“So how long have you been back?” I questioned.
His eyes met mine, right as my voice met his ears.
“I got back late last night. Today’s my first official day back,” He informs.
I nod my head, listening to his sweet voice and the words that slip through his lips.
“I just had to leave Seoul,” He huffed, almost sounding distressed. His hand met with the roots of his hair, slipping through.
“It ended already, if I’m correct?” I questioned, referring to the fashion show.
He hums, nodding his head.
“Yeah. I was invited to a couple after party events. But, I just needed to come back home, though,” He sighed softly.
I nodded.
I could tell it was a sour subject for him and I didn’t want to press him.
The kitchen became heavy, again.
It was quiet. Not a comfortable silence, but an awkward one.
Both of his arms were holding his head. He was facing down into the marbled island.
My eyes met him. His broad shoulders and biceps were in plain sight. The tattoos on his arms, exposed, bringing back memories. Memories in which my fingers have traced those same tattoos thousands of times. Tattoos that were practically mine at the time. I still feel a deep connection to them.
I didn’t even realize the sigh that escaped my lips.
The sigh that slipped through my lips made him look up at me.
He sent me a sympathetic smile. Almost as if he knew exactly how I felt.
“It’s been a while, right?” He asked, raising an eyebrow at me.
I only nod.
His jaw was clenched and he rolled his tongue on the inside of his cheek.
If it wasn’t for the wall that barricaded my emotions and heart, I would’ve straddled him then and there. Kissing him endlessly. The sight of his tight jaw, in a perfect angle, made me feel indescribable feelings.
But the Y/N that would do that is gone. The Y/N that was Vinnie’s girl is no longer in existence. I’m no longer his girlfriend. It’s not my place to kiss him, even though I’m dying to.
At the same time though, it hurts me. The thoughts of kissing him and straddling him right here in his kitchen sends my heart into ache.
Vinnie hurt me. I loved him, with my life and he took that for granted. I wasn’t going to fall at his feet just because I love him.
His choice to leave me has consequences.
He locked his eyes with mine. I stared back at him, not saying a word.
At this point, I just wanted to go back home and fall under my blankets.
What was the point of being here if we were going to sit in awkward silence?
Right as I was going to leave this awkward situation he spoke up.
“I’m really sorry,” He croaked out, voice cracking.
He looked at me, waiting for a response, a reaction.
All he got from me was a deadpan stare.
His eyes pleaded for a response, my heart crinkled.
“I don’t know what you want me to say Vinnie,” I respond, not meaning for it to come out as harsh as it did. But it did.
“I-II know,” He quickly retorted. “A-and you don't have to. I screwed up. Big time. I’m such an idiot. A big fucking idiot. And you don’t deserve this. I’m lucky enough that you came and that you’re sitting here, listening to my damn excuses.” He rambled on, as I sat listening.
Still with a neutral face, but on the inside I’m confused as to how to feel.
I already knew the second he broke things off that he was making a mistake and I was going to rub it in. I had to be a bit selfish and he couldn’t be upset about it.
“But yet you still decided to go on with the breakup. How is your smart decision going now?” I let out.
I was being harsh, I know. But he broke me into a million pieces and I had to put them all back together. And I’m barely starting to get back on with my life but he had to barge back in.
“You were right,” He whispered, breaking our eye contact. Coward.
“Yeah, well, it’s too late for that now,” I stated, softly but definitively.
I pushed the chair back and as I was about to stand up to leave, he interrupted speaking pleadingly, begging.
“Please, Y/N!” He stood up, out of his seat. My eyes met his figure.
His eyes were glossy, his cheeks and ears a pomegranate red.
My heart was met with a pang. All I wanted to do was run away. Being here was too much, it’s overwhelming.
“I think meeting up was too soon. The breakup is still fresh and clearly we’re both not over it. I know you’re hurting Vinnie but remember this was your idea. I was there too, right where you are now. It’ll get better though. Trust me, you just have to have the right people supporting and surrounding you,” I say, just wanting to get the hell out of there.  
I didn’t even look back at him as I walked away, to see how my words affected him. I just wanted to leave this whole thing.
As I was bare inches away from exiting the kitchen, the same way I entered, Vinnie caught my attention again.
I stopped midway as the words met my ears.
“What, like how you have Jacob?” His words were filled with anger. The first harsh words he’s sent me today.
I scoffed as I turned back to face him.
He was still standing in the spot where he was on the verge of tears. That Vinnie is gone.
The Vinnie I was facing now, was fuming.
“As a matter of fact, yes Vinnie! Jacob would be a prime example,” I screamed out.
He just stood there, death glaring. He stood there silently, the steam fuming out of his ears was almost evident.  
All I could do was roll my eyes and start walking away again. My back facing him.
I was over it already.
Of course, as I was about to exit Vinnie shot me another comment.
“Yeah, go run back to Jacob!” He rudely yelled out.
I turned around quickly.
“At least I have someone to run to!” I screamed out.
He let out a loud grunt, not expecting my response. His fists met with the marbled stone. He let out a hefty yell, after punching the kitchen island.
I saw the red bruised knuckles he carried around, they were fresh but not seconds fresh.
“Go punch some more walls, or whatever you’ve been up to,” I angrily blurt out.
I let out an upsetting huff and turned to walk away this time.
I was already walking out the living room, when I heard him quickly trying to catch up to me.
“Just leave me alone, Vinnie. This was a mistake. Coming here was a mistake. I thought meeting up might somehow make things better, but I was clearly wrong.” I say, meeting with his soft brown eyes again.
“No, Y/N, I’m sorry. “ He tried apologizing.
“No, don’t fucking apologize! I’m tired of your apologies and dumbass excuses. Just admit it, you were a little bitch. A fucking coward, couldn’t even be a man and work for our love. I gave you my all and you couldn’t even wait. What four weeks? Me and you could’ve been having the time of our lives right now in Seoul. God, I’m glad we broke up. This just showed me that I don’t want someone like you in my life. Why would I want a boyfriend who can’t even love me enough to fight for us. It was great, what we had Vinnie, but it’s over.” I expressed turning around.  Goodbye Vin-” I was saying mid-turn trying to walk towards the front door, until I was stopped from continuing.
Vinnie had grabbed ahold of my hand, pulled me towards him and pressed his lips onto mine. It all happened so fast, I didn’t capture what just occurred until my lips were on his.
He had smashed his lips onto mine, it was full of fierce and passionate energy. I was taken aback. I stood still, my lips were motionless against his. I was in shock but the arm he had tightly wrapped around my exposed back and the hand that was softly yet firmly set on my cheek brought me back to life.
My lips fought back against his, ferociously. Our lips were at battle, our breathing was trying to catch up to us.
My arms quickly wrapped around his neck, pulling him down to me, despite my feet tippy toeing to reach his tall figure.
He lifted me off the floor and I wrapped my legs around his waist. The palm of his hands were pressed against my ass. I could feel his long fingers pressed against my skin through my denim.
As our swollen lips were reuniting, he gestured my ass against his firm waist causing me to let out a whimper.
The sudden friction against my core caused warmness to travel all across my body.
Vinnie’s eyes shot open due to the breathy moan I let out, disconnecting our kiss, I could feel his eyes on my visage.
My eyes were screwed shut and layed my face on his shoulder. I bucked my hips into his waist in hopes of feeling that same tingly feeling he caused me. I did it again but the sensation did not meet the one that Vinnie caused.
I let out a deep breath in defeat. But my heart accelerated when I felt Vinnie’s hand rocking me into him. I let out a sigh as my heat pressed against his toned skin that could be felt through his tight shirt. His hands gripped my ass and at the angle that he had me in and with every rock towards him, my clit was being pressed into the denim of my jeans and the roughness of his skin.
I let out whimpers and I could feel the sweat forming on my forehead.
Third Person POV:
Vinnie was forming hard on, caused by his doing. Y/N was penetrating herself against him and he was helping her.
His eyes met her. She had her head rested on his shoulder and her legs wrapped around his body.
Vinnie lowered his face and pressed his lips on her soft skin. Her breasts look divine in the small tank top she wore. Vinnie came into contact with the lace that accentuated her boobs.
Y/N could feel Vinnie’s lips pressed against her exposed boobs.
She couldn’t believe what was happening but the ever-amazing feeling that she was feeling on her clit with every swift moment, caused her not to care.
All the tension she’s had for the past month was being soothed against her pants.
Vinnie’s thumb swept against her nipple and Y/N felt a ray of lightning hit her core.
Vinnie could feel her nipple hardening at his touch. He proceeded to do the same with the other nub.
As he toyed with Y/N’s breasts he lowered her down onto his hard dick and with the impact of both of their cores meeting they both let out groans.
Y/N’s POV:
As I felt Vinnie’s hard dick against my vagina’s lips, an even more explicit feeling coursed through my veins. I wanted and needed more of him.
“Vinnie,” I let out softly as I continued to rock myself against his bricked dick.
“We’ll talk about it later.” He whispered in response.
And with that I was content with what was happening.
I nodded and pressed my lips against his cheek.
I looked behind Vinnie and saw the stairs that I presume leads to his room.
And for the first time since our sexual encounter our eyes met. It felt like we were in a trance.
I lifted my head towards the stairs, non-verbally telling him to take us to his room.
He smiled and turned his body towards the stairs. Not letting go of me as he walked up them.
His hands stayed on my ass, pressed firmly on it as I started sucking on the soft skin of his neck.  
I aimed for his soft spot that I’ve grown to memorize for moments like these.
“Oh fuck.” Vinnie slipped out.
I smiled as I heard his little moan knowing I was the one causing his pleasure.  
We finally made it to a large room, instantly recognizing the familiar bed frame.
Vinnie dropped me onto the comfy mattress, I layed there sprawled on his bed as he eyes me from above.
Our eyes interlocked as I heavily breathed on his bed, feeling the look in his eye.
None of us make a sound, only admiring one another.
He sank down towards me, his hand on either side of my body. He gently grabbed ahold of me, lifting me up as he laid on the bed. Placing me on top of him.
It was a gentle and sweet gesture but as our eyes met I knew he was ready to commence.
I was straddling his laid body. Both of our heats aligned to one another.
His hands are on both sides of my hips, ready to start rocking me against his hard member. I placed my hands on his lower abdomen, steadying myself.
We both gave each other little nods before we continued.
I rocked forward in sync with Vinnie’s arms pulling me towards him, against his hard dick.
As I met his hardness, I felt myself dampen further into my panties.
I closed my eyes right before rolling them. I’ve definitely missed my clit on the verge of climaxing. And not just one driven by me, but one with the help of a male. Apparently that male was destined to be with Vinnie, again.
I fluttered my eyes open to the sound of Vinnie’s grunt.
His face is tight and his brows are furrowed. He’s beautiful.
Vinnie fastened our rocking and I could feel the bundle of nerves that consists of my clit feeling immense pleasure with each second that was met with the bulge in his pants. With this rhythm I’d be cumming in no time.
“Vinnie. I’m going to cum soon,” I whispered, before closing my eyes forcing myself deeper into the curve in his pants.
“Oh fuck, me too.” He let out a gasp, feeling me forcing myself lower onto his hard on.  
“I need to take my fucking jeans off,” I desperately say.
I lift myself up slightly from Vinnie's lap, unbuttoning my jeans and tearing them apart.
As soon as I was left in my panties, Vinnie stripped from his pants.
I ripped my tank off and Vinnie was on the verge of taking his t-shirt off.
“Can’t even wait for me?” Vinnie smirked as I continued dry humping him.
His shirt was way over his head when his hands gripped my lower waist.
He readjusted himself up and cupped one of my breasts through the padding of my bra.
He gave it a rough squeeze. “I love your boobs!”
I smirked and his eyes trailed to my other breast.
“Well, why have them covered?” I beam as I smirk, unclasping my bra, exposing my breasts.
I lean forward towards his face and he happily gapes his mouth open, taking one of my breasts into his mouth.
His tongue swirls around my nipple and my hips involuntarily shake due to the sudden pleasure that rushes to my clit.  
My breath hitches as Vinnie sucks my nipple causing me to grab ahold of his torso.
He bucks his hips up causing the bundle of nerves in between my legs to meet with his hard dick. I let out a loud vocal moan.
I seep my underwear to the side, exposing my bare clit, allowing it to meet the clothed rockness of Vinnie’s dick.
I continue moving forward, in a quicker state, my bare clit meeting Vinnie hardness.
“Oh, oh, fuck.” I loudly moan out. My heart is accelerating and as I pant out for air.
I could feel my nipples hardening to the new amount of pleasure seeping through me.
“God, Vinnie. This feels too good. Please keep going,” I plead.
Vinnie pinches the unattended nipple and twists it, tightening it in between his thumb and index finger. His mouth filled with my other tit.
His free hand met with my bare skin in between my legs.
“You’re so wet,” He groans.
His middle finger and index finger start to massage my clit.
“O-oh, Vinnie.” I instantly cried out, feeling spinny.
I shut my eyes as his fingers swirled in slow and steady circular motions, hitting that one particular sensitive spot each time.
I shuddered, my toes curling. As much as Vinnie’s fingers brought me to glory I ached for his dick inside of me. But, Vinnie’s fingers just made me want to come undone.
I’m a shaking mess and he roughly fastens the swift movements against my clit. My eyes met his determined face.
His brows knitted together as he held in his breath. My eyes trailed to his arm that met the lips in between my legs.
“Vinnie, please.” I begged as my fingers grazed into his briefs.
He was making me a mess. God, how could I have forgotten how good he was at sex and at making me feel so fucking good.
I looked up and met his honey colored eyes as I was on the verge of cumming right into his pretty hands.
He had a proud smile and I just let out a small laugh, playfully rolling my eyes.
Vinnie's hands left my core and I pouted.
He looked up at me and let out a laugh.
“Don’t worry I’ll have you cumming in no time. I know you were so close and you’re probably upset at me for stopping. But I promise it’ll be worth it.” He smiled, leaning up to me.
His mouth nearing my ear, whispering. “I’ll be slamming into you so right that you won’t be able to stop yourself from cumming. I want to see you shaking out of control, grabbing hold of me because it’s too much for you to handle. It’s going to be so fucking overwhelming but you’ll be begging me to not stop. I promise.”
His voice sent tingles and shivers down my neck, covering my whole body.
A small whimper escaped my lips as I nodded.
I wanted to be fucked by Vinnie, so hard that I won’t even remember where I am. The only thing I’d feel is my body combusting and coming undone.
I lifted my body up allowing myself to slip his underwear off.
Vinnie managed to kick them off. Both of us are now naked on his bed.
So, this is really happening?
Vinnie’s dick springing up after being released from his underwear. The sight of his cock caused my brain to shut down.
Without a thought, my hand slightly inched towards his member. For a second, I held back. My heartbroken state came back for a second but as quickly as it came it went away.
My hands gently met his precious penis. Such a pretty figure.
I swear if it wasn’t for Vinnie being an ass my lips and mouth would’ve been obliterating his dick right now.
But for now my hands will have to do.
The tip of my finger met the head, precum lubricating it.
A sigh was heard, almost sounding like a wince escaping Vinnie's lips.
I gently grazed my hand down his member. Not exactly giving him a handjob. More of showing my infatuation for it.
I bent down slowly, placing my lips on the sensitive tip of his penis.
Vinnie was muttering silent profanities, I could tell he was trying his hardest not to buck his hips up. He wanted my lips wrapped around his member, badly.
But, if anyone was going to pleasure someone, it was going to be him pleasuring me.
I slightly gripped his dick and pressed it against the bundle of nerves aching for him.
I maneuvered the head of his penis up and down my lips, meeting my clit every time his head went up my lips.
I shivered and croaked out a moan due to the touch of his dick.
Vinnie hissed at the grip my hand has on his penis.
His hands roamed up my bare stomach. His touch against my skin sent shivers up and down my body.
I kept steady movements and started rocking my hips to insync with the touch of Vinnie’s dick hitting against my clit.
Stars appeared in my head with each hard impact that met on my clit.
I gaped out for air. My hips abruptly lifted away from his member due to the immense amount of pleasure coursing through my body. Vinnie quickly set his hands firmly on my hips, keeping me set on top of him. Knowing damn well that I was close to cumming soon.
I lifted myself up and aligned Vinnie’s dick to my entrance and slowly lowered myself onto him.
Our breaths hitched. My eyes fluttered closed, I placed my hands on his lower abs for support.
I could feel the hardness of his penis seeping through me. The head of his dick was completely in me, I could feel my walls clenching around Vinnie, causing him to let out a pleased moan.
I continued lowering myself, the feeling of fulfillment seeping through my blood.
I let out small whimpers as I adjusted to his full length.
He was balls deep in when he let out a grunt. My pussy was clenching his hard cock. It felt amazing. So full and great in me.  
“You’re so fucking tight…” He grumbled out, head leaning back into his pillow, eyes completely shut as he composed himself.
As he laid back, I lowered my face to place small kisses on his abs.
As I placed kisses on him, he started playing with my hair.
I looked up at him from his stomach and he gave me a little nod.
I sat back up and lifted myself up and quickly lowered myself down, our skin slapping against each other.
I could feel every single detail and texture of him inside of me. Each vein prominently intensifies the urge to break loose with him in me.
I lifted myself back up again and started quickening my pace.
Jamming him into me with each time I slapped my body down.
“Mhmm, fuck.” I whimpered out.
My ass hits against his thighs, creating slapping noises that echoed throughout the whole room.
Vinnie’s grunts and my whimpers that were growing louder by the second, it  could fill the whole house.
From down below, Vinnie has a perfect view of my boobs swinging up and down my body. His hands gripping them.
I leaned towards him, giving my lower body a better angle to slam down into his dick.
“Yeah, fuck, like that.” Vinnie deeply expressed.
His hands now trailing down my back, meeting at my ass, gripping it. He motioned my thrusts into him and he bucked his hips up deeping his dick inside of me.
I moaned loudly as his dick hit my g-spot.
I looked up to meet Vinnie’s eyes and as our eyes met as he switched our positions.
I was now under him and he laid closely on top of me.
I could feel his breath on my face and our eyes were entranced to one another.
My heart fluttered from the sudden contact, I looked down at his lips and he suddenly bent down to kiss me.
I didn’t retract from the kiss. I did the total opposite. My soft lips rekindled with his. His plump lips meet my deep red swollen ones. .
We were deep into our kiss, when suddenly I felt him stroke fiercely into me and I let out a loud moan.
My lips still against him, as I yelled out.
My hands wrapped around his neck, as my breath got knocked out of my lungs.
I spread my legs open to allow him to thrust into me.
With my legs wide open for him, he commenced his deep hard-driven thrusts into me.
He slammed into me with no regard or remorse.
I looked up at him and he was deeply concentrated and focused on his fierce thrusts.
His dick was sliding in and out of me with so much force that I couldn’t handle it. But, it felt amazing. I wouldn’t dare stop him.
My moans were no longer whimpers, they were full of lengthy loud ones.
He kept on slamming into me. His full dick meeting my insides with each deep thrust.
“Oh fuck, Vinnie. Please don’t stop,” I moaned out. Praising him for making me feel whole again.
He was hitting my g-spot with each forceful thrust.
“”Who fucks you this good, huh?’ He asks, grunting.
“You, Vinnie. Only you,” I let out, my mind delirious.
I was panting for air, goosebumps filled my body.
I could feel my legs shaking as I gripped the sheets from beneath me.
“Yeah?” He asks with a lifted brow. “Not even Jacob?”
The name ‘Jacob’ really sparked something in him because his hand gripped against my thighs, spreading my legs even further.
I lifted my legs up in the air, Vinnie in between them.
Thrusting into me like it was going to be the last thing he did.
With each push into me, he let out a grunt.
Almost as if he was trying to prove a point or keep in the moans I knew he had in him.
“Fuck no. I’ve nev-” I was saying until Vinnie ferociously slammed into me, the words no longer being able to come out of my mouth.
He kept on going faster after I confessed that Jacob and I never had a sexual encounter and I swear I was going to cum.
“Ahhh!” I yelled out. “Fuck, I’m so close.” I breathed out.
“Please Vinnie, please!” I moaned out, begging him to make me cum.
“Hold on!” He challenged, his hands gripping on my breasts, putting his whole weight on them.
He pushed harder into me, my breasts would definitely be forming bruises in a couple hours, but it was no problem to me.
He rode out his high. I could feel him twitching inside of me. Insinuating he was close to coming undone.
“You’re mine, Y/N. No one else’s.” Vinnie possessively says.
I nodded as I was close to my high, as well.
My legs were insanely shaking and I tightened myself, gripping Vinnie’s dick. Causing him to finally let out an exasperated moan.
I smirked and as Vinnie was on his last strokes, I quickly slid my fingers onto my clit and came undone with Vinnie.
He fell on top of me, laying on me. His dick still inside of me.
I look beside me to find Vinnie’s face laid on the crook of my neck. He was breathing heavily against my skin, causing me to giggle.
“You’re tickling me Vin,” I say in between giggles, with a huge smile on my face.
He turns his face, his eyes meeting mine and no longer deep into my neck. He sees me smiling and a wide grin appears on his face.
He then turns back and quickly kisses me all over my neck, causing me to laugh out loud.
“Vinnie, stop!” I say slightly, shoving his face away from my neck.
He lets out a cute laugh and lays back down, his face on my chest.
My hand tangles into his soft sweaty hair.
I press my lips against his face.
Vinnie closed his eyes due to my kiss. I swooned at the sight of his eyelashes.
He let out a sigh. “I never want this to end,”
“I don’t want it to either.” I softly say.
I gently grabbed Vinnie’s face and pressed my lips against his.
I could tell he was a bit surprised to my sudden affection but fuck it. I know Vinnie is the love of my life.
I pulled away from his heartwarming lips.
“Never hurt me again Vinnie,” I say seriously, looking into his eyes.
He looked like a kid on Christmas morning. He lifted himself up, leveling his face to mine.
“Never ever again! I promise you that. I’ll never make that foolish mistake ever again!” He exclaimed happily.
“Good! Now fucking kiss me again,” I say letting out a huge smile.
He lowered himself down to my lips mumbling. “Gladly!”
I wrapped my arms around his neck. Our chests were pressed to one another.
“I’ll never leave you again, baby.” He whispered, looking deep into my eyes.
I nodded.
His sweet lips met mine and I fluttered my eyes closed taking in the moment.
Vinnie pulled away from our kiss.
“Stay the night with me. Tomorrow you can go and tell everyone you’re mine again. Especially Jacob!” He proposed.
“You’re so annoying, you know that?” I smile, a blush forming on my cheeks. I knew he was jealous but my heart belonged to him.
“A tad bit.” He shrugged jokingly with a grin.
“I’m all yours and you’re all mine.” I say pulling his face back into mine.
Our lips smash into each other, sweetly.
“I'll toast to that!” He mumbles.
We continued conversing sweet nothings.
“I may or may not have broken down to my mom on facetime,” Vinnie confessed.
“Well I’m glad you did. I hope Maria kicked your ass!” I exclaimed.
He chuckled.
“Yeah, she did.” He paused. “So did my dad and Reggie,” He continued, causing me to giggle. He joined in my laughter.
“I love you,” I profess quietly, only for us to hear.
He sighed.
“Yeah, me too.” He smiled sweetly.
“I’m really sorry Y/N. I know I already half assed an apology but let me explain my awful train of thought. I thought that by ending things, you won't have to hurt and be in pain while I was gone. I knew you were always sad when we couldn’t be together because of work. I would see the light leave your eyes, I would see your red puffy eyes, knowing that that pain was because of me. We had already suffered enough before I broke things off. I thought that maybe if we broke up and I wasn’t in the picture anymore you wouldn't have to be so sad all the time. I thought that if we were apart, you’d be able to be happy without the thought of me in a whole ass other country. I’m so sorry. I just made everything worse. I was so fucking wrong.” He expressed.
I could see the tears brimming in his eyes.
“It’s okay baby. Don’t cry,” I spoke quietly. I swiped the tears in his eyes before they rolled down his cheeks.
He laid his face down into my chest.
“And the way I left you crying the night before I left for Paris. I was such a dick. But I thought I was doing the right thing by leaving. If I just looked into your teary eyes or heard you cry for another second that night I would’ve stayed. But I used my power and dignity to leave, thinking I was going to help you.” He confessed.
It was eye opening hearing his side of things.
“I wish you could’ve just talked to me, Vin. We could’ve settled on a plan. I could’ve visited you in Paris for a couple weeks and we could’ve met up in Seoul,” I sighed sadly. “We could’ve prevented all of this emotional damage.”
“I know. I was such a fucking idiot.” He said looking back up to me, while I played with his hair.
“Promise you won’t do anything like that again! If you’re feeling anxious or upset we can talk. We can always talk, love,” I reassured.
“I promise.” He nodded.
“Okay good. I trust you.”
“I’ll never do anything to make you doubt me again.” He reassured, pressing kisses on my chest. “A positive thing that came out of this is that I know what life is like without you-”
“How the hell is that a positive thing Vincent Cole Hacker?!” I exclaim, interrupting what he was saying.
He let out a laugh.
“Let me finish, woman!”
“Is it those Paris girl you fucked?!” I say, raising my eyebrows. Not letting him continue.
“Oh god, no!” He said in disgust. “Don’t even remind me. I thought getting with them would help me get you out of my head. But when they would leave I would feel sick to my stomach. None of them were you, baby!” He explained.
I just gave him a petty look as I crossed my arms.
“No, don’t cross your arms, now I can’t see your precious boobs,” He pouts, trying to pull my arms apart.
“No. I don’t think you deserve to see them right now!” I sassily say.
He gave me a grimace look.
“What I was trying to say before you interrupted me is that I will never leave you again. Life is pointless without you. I know how dark and gray life is without you. My heart was failing and aching without you. I had no purpose. But now that I have the chance to be with you again. I won’t fuck up this time. I’ll take that chance in a heartbeat and I won’t ever let you go again. I promise you that,” He softly ends.  
I could feel the warmness on my cheeks and the butterflies in my stomach erupting.
“Okay fine, maybe you deserve to see them now.” I say, uncrossing my arms, an uncontrollable smile appearing in my face.
“Good because I missed them! And I already know what you’re gonna say: ‘you just saw them’. But baby I haven’t seen or felt them for a month. I have a lot of catching up to do!” He proclaimed.
“I like the sound of that!” I say giggling as he cups my breasts.  
My hands traced his Greek god facial features, letting them roam down his arms and chest.
As he peppered kisses all over my skin he spoke up again.
“You know I think fate brought us back together.” Vinnie hummed, looking up at me.
I furrowed my eyebrows.
“Really? Why do you think that?” I curiously ask looking down at him.
“So, I drafted those messages you got earlier. I didn’t send them because I was too much of a coward but somehow they got sent. I must’ve sent it without realizing. But God I’m glad they sent,” He professed.
“Well then we’re meant to be.” I smiled.
“Yes, we are!” He mumbled against my skin.
“We should get cleaned up.” He charmingly says as he kisses my chest, swiftly picking me up from the bed.
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greg-montgomery · 22 days
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Aaron Hotchner x Fem!Reader ♡ (boyfriend’s dad!hotch) - 18+ minors dni
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summary: part 2 to this.
your bf cheated on you? fuck his dad!
cw: uhmm a little bit of choking? age gap.
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“Put your phone away.”
Mark stared at his father for a moment without even lifting his head, and then continued to type on his phone.
“You’re being rude,” Aaron said.
“What’s your problem?”
“Your brother has been talking about this dinner all week. When Jack sits at the table, that thing better not be in your hands. Understood?”
“Understood,” Mark said, and placed the phone right next to his plate harsh enough to make Aaron wonder if the screen cracked.
Despite his annoyed appearance, Mark kept his promise and stayed engaged in the conversation with Jack. His little brother admired him and Aaron would do anything to protect his son’s feelings - even from someone who shared the same blood as him.
Still, Aaron had no complaints; Jack seemed happy and that was more than he could have asked for.
Sadly his feelings quickly changed, when after dinner he accidently overheard Mark talking on the phone. Aaron was a profiler, but any regular person could easily understand he was flirting with a girl. The only problem though, was that the name he had called said girl, was not yours.
--
Mark made his way outside the kitchen only to be stopped by his dad with a hand on his chest.
“Who were you talking to?”
“What the hell is wrong with you today?”
“Who were you talking to?” Aaron repeated, determined not to give him an easy way out.
Mark raised his eyebrow at him. “Don’t you think I’m a little too old to be asked questions like this by my dad?”
“Are you cheating on Y/N?”
“Why are you so fucking obsessed with her?” he snapped. “Why do you even care?”
“I didn’t raise a cheater.”
“No, you don’t give a fuck about me. It’s her you care about.” He smirked, and Aaron was worried his next words would be exactly what he was afraid of.
Mark confirmed his fears. “You think I don’t see the way you look at her? You wanna fuck my girlfriend and then be the one who teaches me about ethics?”
Aaron stood there frozen watching him walk away, too stunned to stop Mark from leaving without saying good night to his little brother.
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Ethics.
His son was right. There was nothing ethical about the way he looked at you. There was nothing ethical about the way he wanted to steal you from Mark. And there was definitely nothing ethical about the way he had fucked his fist in the shower to the thought of you that same night you had asked for his help.
But Mark didn’t treat you right, he knew that. You deserved better and Aaron could be that for you.
He’d hold you in his arms, keep you safe from the rest of the world, let you know how beautiful and precious you were. Then he’d sit you in all fours and take you until you forgot your own name.
--
“This is so wrong,” you sighed, rolling your hips forward and the word ‘wrong’ went straight to his dick.
“That’s why it feels so fucking good, baby,” he said staring at your lips and you leaned in to kiss his open mouth.
How did he get there? In any empty parking lot, and his son’s girlfriend riding his cock?
- -
It all started with a sweet “Mr. Hotchner?” when he picked up his phone in the middle of the night.
Then those two beautiful eyes he’d do anything for, looking at him like he was their hero.
“You said you’ll always be here. That’s why I called you,” you said when you were inside his car. Your cheeks were smudged with mascara and he wanted to murder the reason behind your tears. Only the reason was of course no other than his own son.
“You did well, sweetheart.” He cupped your cheek rubbing it with his thumb, and you nuzzled his hand. “You can trust me.”
“I do.”
It was impossible for him to keep his hands away or not to leave a soft kiss on your forehead.
“It’s over,” you sniffled. “This is the second time he cheats on me. I’ve had enough.”
“He never deserved you, honey. I’m sorry he hurt you.”
“Don’t be. You’re nothing like him,” you whispered. “How are you two even related?”
Your hand found his and your fingers naturally intertwined.
The kisses on your forehead soon turned into kisses on your cheeks and then on the corners of your mouth. He couldn’t stop and the way you were trembling against him was an invitation to touch you more.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he muttered against the skin of your neck and you pulled his hair softly. He shouldn’t be doing that, but he’d rather take his last breath at that moment than let you go.
“I know. But I need you so bad,” you whined.
“Take off your panties and come to my lap.”
Aaron watched the fabric move all the way down your legs and pulled you into his lap. Before he had the chance to lift up your dress, you started rubbing yourself against him. He took your chin between his fingers and made you look at him. “Aren’t you a desperate little thing?”
“I wanted you to fuck me from the day we met.”
“I know.”
The feeling of your wet pussy against his slacks and the sound of your little moans drove him crazy. He bit your right nipple through your dress and you finally called him ‘Aaron’.
“Say my name again.”
“Aaron, Aaron, Aaron,” you moaned, moving desperately against him.
“Baby, I need to be inside you,” he said.
Once he was buried in you, his hands went on your hips, guiding you, showing you the pace he needed you at.
You were so good; such a good learner.
“This is so wrong.”
“That’s why it feels so fucking good, baby.”
You leaned in to kiss him and Aaron took the opportunity to wrap his hand around your neck. He noticed you failing to bite back a loud moan.
“You like that, huh?”
“Mhm…”
“Want me to rub your little clit too? Will that make you cum faster, sweetie?”
“Fuck, yes.”
He did as promised, moving his free hand between your legs, touching you softly and slowly. He loved the tortured expression on your face.
“Faster, please,” you begged him.
“You’re so fucking desperate,” he moaned, and picked up his pace.
It didn’t take much longer for you to cum, and he followed right after you.
You didn’t leave his lap. Aaron wrapped his arms around you protectively and pulled you so close to him, it was hard to tell where his body ended and yours started.
“What now?” you whispered, your face hidden in the crook of his neck.
“Now you’re mine.”
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metalhoops · 1 year
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‘Of course, I remember you.’ 
As far as first words go, Eddie’s were a hell of a head-scratcher. 
To catch up the uninitiated, everyone in the world has a soulmate. It’s been debated and speculated if a person can have more than one, but the mechanics behind soulmates was a pseudo-science at best and downright magic at worst. The first words a person’s soulmate spoke to them were inscribed somewhere on that person’s body, typically in their soulmate’s handwriting. 
Doesn’t handwriting change over time? The uninitiated might ask, to which Eddie would repeat, it’s pseudo-science or magic. Either that or something like quantum mechanics, where people are pretty sure, one day we’ll understand how it works, but right now there are a lot of theories and only a little bit of evidence, most of which contradicts itself.
Most of the time, the words are boring and wholly unhelpful. He could count on two hands the number of people that simply had some variation of ‘hello’, tattooed somewhere on their body. From Eddie’s point of view, he got lucky. 
He had a sentence of scratchy scrawl written on his inner arm stating, ‘of course, I remember you’. And really, what the hell was Eddie meant to make of that? 
Typically, your tattoo lets you know you’d found your soulmate upon first meeting, but his words implied he’d meet his soulmate before they first speak and that it would be memorable. Wasn’t that goddamn frustrating? 
His soulmate’s first words were right up there with ‘hello’ in Eddie’s list of ‘top five worse soulmate marks,’ because how the hell were those poor bastards meant to know if they’d just met the love of their life or if it was just their weird neighbour Tom? With his number one spot reserved for Gareth’s truly horrific, ‘I’d thought you’d be taller’. His soulmate was original. He’d give him that. 
There was no surefire way to know your soulmate’s gender, same as there was no surefire way for a mother to ‘just know’ a baby’s gender before it was born. Yet if Eddie was being sacrilegious, as he so often was, he’d say he ‘just knew’ his soulmate was a guy. 
There was nothing in the handwriting that gave it away. Nothing particularly ‘feminine’ or ‘masculine’ about the lettering. But ever since Eddie was a kid whenever he thought about his soulmate, he’d always think of them as ‘him’. 
He would like this or that. He wouldn’t be an asshole, like the meathead jocks at Hawkins. He would be different. He’d be kind, caring, and of course, a total badass. Eddie just had to wait to meet him. 
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Steve’s soulmate mark drove him crazy. 
‘You might not remember me’. 
What the hell was Steve meant to do with that? Soulmate tattoos were meant to let you know when you’d met your soulmate, not that you’d already met them. In the days before Steve received the shake-up of his life in the form of Nancy Wheeler and the Upside Down, he had a reputation for sleeping around. He knew back then he’d been a little hopeless, but surely he’d said more than a couple of words to a girl before he slept with them. 
It horrified Steve that he could meet his soulmate, in some respect, know them, and yet had never talked to them. Could he really be that much of a jerk?
He’d never thought Nancy was his soulmate. He knew their words didn’t match up. That didn’t mean he loved her any less. Statistically, the odds of meeting your soulmate were somewhere between getting crushed by a vending machine and winning the lottery. Steve’s parents weren’t soulmates and boy did that show, but a guy could dream. Call him a hopeless romantic, but Steve was holding out hope for them. 
He’d almost thought his soulmate was Robin. It fit, right? They went to the same school, but they’d never really talked. He’d been so busy with his first day at a real job, he’d missed Robin’s first words to him. It wasn’t until later he’d started to expect it might be her. That was, until the pair were huddled beside each other on the floor of a bathroom stall. Robin was a lesbian and her first words, although interesting, definitely proved they weren’t soulmates. 
When Steve was a kid, he’d spend hours daydreaming about what his soulmate would be like. She’d be outspoken. She’d be bold. She’d be able to make him laugh. When he’d gotten older, something changed. He didn’t know how to put it into words, at least not ones he was ready to say out loud. ‘She’ didn’t fit his soulmate quite right. So after high school, he started wondering what ‘they’ would be like. ‘They’ felt not quite right, but closer. 
Their handwriting was distinct. It was all sharp-edges and odd-angles. It looked like it was trying to replicate something Steve couldn’t quite place until he walked into the record store at Starcourt and caught a glimpse of an Iron Maiden album cover. That gave Steve his first real clue as to what his soulmate might be like. 
It would be another year before the same handwriting would stop him in his tracks. Dustin had marched into the Family Video store as they were shutting up shop, brandishing a notepad and talking about needing a ride to go play his fantasy game. Steve was always going to drive Dustin, but he’d been dragging his feet, to show the kid he wouldn’t always drop everything to take him places. A familiar sharp edged, odd angled handwriting stopped Steve cold. 
“What are those?” Steve asked, trying to fain disinterest as his heart pounded in his ears. 
“They’re notes from the last session. You know, so we can keep track of what’s happened so far in the campaign. Who’s doing what quests, how many hit points everyone’s got. Mike is currently—.” Steve couldn’t give a crap about Mike. 
“Who’s writing is it?” Steve tried not to sound as desperate as he felt. 
Robin must have known something was up because she moved to Steve’s side. With one glance at the notepad, she understood why Steve was acting so strangely. She’d seen his tattoo, she knew it was his soulmate’s handwriting. 
“Our D.M.’s” Dustin replied. He might as well have been speaking in freaking code. 
“Alright, I’ll drive you,” Steve gave in, hoping he could catch a glance of his soulmate. Maybe his tattoo was wrong, maybe he’d know his soulmate when he saw them. 
They pulled up outside of the high school. He saw a group of people loitering outside the auditorium. Dustin had brought a lot of loose sheets of paper, so it only made sense Steve helped him carry his notebooks in. Most of the people there were familiar faces, the kids he’d babysat with a few exceptions. 
“Well, if it isn’t our favourite bard. I’m glad you decided to grace us with your presence,” an oh-too-familiar voice crooned. A boy broke away from the crowd to meet Dustin. 
He was Steve’s age. They’d gone to school together. The dude used to do all these weird soap-box sessions on their lunch table. They had gym together, and history. Steve didn’t think the two had ever actually spoken.  
“I would’ve been here quicker if I hadn’t had to play twenty questions with Steve. Steve, you know Eddie, our D.M.? Weren’t you two in the same year?” 
Eddie was practically shooting daggers at Dustin’s side profile, shaking his head discreetly as though hoping Steve didn’t remember who he was. He supposed Eddie always had a reputation. 
“You might not remember me,” Eddie spoke before Steve could answer. 
Holy shit.
“Of course, I remember you,” Steve argued and watched as Eddie’s eyes swelled to the size of dinner plates. 
Both boys stood, slack-jawed and stiff-shouldered, peering at one another. Steve’s brain short-circuited, because holy shit, Eddie Munson was his soulmate. Holy shit he’d found them, him. 
Steve dropped Dustin’s notes and swarmed forward without thinking, throwing his arms around Eddie. Much to his surprise, instead of freaking out, like any normal person, Eddie was waiting to catch him, leaving both of them to tumble ass backwards onto the parking lot asphalt.
They held each other in a bone-crushing hug. Steve buried his face in Eddie’s neck, surprised at how naturally the action came. He’d never hugged a man like this, hell he’d hugged no one like this. He was clinging so desperately to the man that he’d never thought he’d really find. Eddie pulled back slightly, trying to get a better look at Steve’s face. The guy’s eyes were alight with wonder and mischief. 
“That was quite an entrance, Harrington. All for little old me?” 
“I’ve been looking for you forever,” Steve admitted. 
“Well, clearly you’ve been doing a shit job of it,” Eddie argued which earned a snort from Steve. His soulmate would be able to make him laugh. 
“You’re not disappointed, you know? That your soulmate is the town Freak?” 
Steve had given up on caring about labels, on caring about what other people thought. Since high school, he had changed. He was different.  He didn’t want to be just another, shallow, meathead jock. He wanted to be different. 
“No. Absolutely not. Why would I care?” 
Dustin shattered the moment, clearing his throat and proclaiming,
“Alright, anyone care to tell me what the hell just happened?” 
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hyperrbolic-orange · 8 months
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Eddie leaned against the counter at the back of the Palace Arcade, staring fixedly at the phone. The phone sat silently, unringing. Mocking him.  
“Time?” Eddie asked, already knowing the answer. It was going to be the same answer he’d gotten the last three times he asked.  
On the other side of the counter, leaning against it with a tired expression, Steve let out a long-suffering sigh. “Two minutes after the last time you asked me,” Steve drawled.  
“Hmm, definitely feels like more than two minutes this time,” Eddie muttered. He eyed the phone, which held up the middle finger and cussed him out. Well, no, it didn’t do that. It just sat there, being a normal phone.  
But it felt like it was doing that. In reality, the phone did nothing. In his mind, it taunted him with cruel and increasingly vulgar language. Eddie’s eyes narrowed.  
“It’s broken, man, I’m calling it.” Eddie straightened up, reeling back from the counter. He gestured at the phone. “No one’s calling because no one can.”  
“It wasn’t broken when we tested it two hours ago, remember?” Steve pointed out. 
“Well, alright, then I’m going to fucking break it.” Eddie barred his teeth at the phone, daring it to continue its silent existence. It did, because again, it was just a normal phone and cared not for his threats.  
Another tired sigh from Steve. Eddie ignored him; the guy had known what he was getting into when he’d offered to keep Eddie company while he waited. They’d been friends for a year now, plenty of time for Harrington to figure out that he was nuts and stop returning his calls.  
The fact that he kept coming around, hanging out with him, inviting him to movies with him and Robin proved it. Steve could bitch and sigh all he wanted, but he was in this. He wanted the phone to ring almost as much as Eddie.  
It would have been weird, their friendship, in any other universe. But that was the thing about Hawkins. You didn’t survive the absolute shitshow that was the Upside Down and not get a little bonded to the guy that carried your almost-lifeless body out of hell.  
Besides, they’d been in the hospital together for months, with very little to do but talk. So they’d gotten to know each other, and each had grudgingly accepted that maybe all the shit they’d thought about the other had been BS.  
Steve came around the other side of the counter now, ignoring Eddie’s insistence that it was employees only, which was rude. What was the fun of working at a place like the Palace if he couldn’t enforce arbitrary rules on all his friends?  
“You are not going to break the phone,” Steve said, putting two hands on Eddie’s shoulders. He looked him in the eyes, shook him a bit. “You need the phone.”  
Eddie glared at Steve, who had just become a collaborator of his greatest enemy and clearly lying about being his friend at all. “Why?”  
“Because that’s where you told Hopper to call you. You can’t break the phone.”  
“It insulted my mother, Steve. It needs to die.”  
“No, it didn’t,” Steve said, so evenly and reasonably, like he was just certain the phone was not making crude insinuations about acts it had performed with his mother the previous night. Jerk.  
Steve dropped his hands from Eddie’s shoulders, turning as someone approached the counter. Eddie glared, annoyed at the customer walking up to them. Part of the appeal of hiding at the back counter was that it was so out of the way that most people never noticed it. It was just the phone and an old, defunct cash register back there.  
The prizes were all at a booth closer to the centre of the arcade now, and Eddie had a belt with change and tokens in it, so there was no need for him to be stuck back there at all. Certainly no reason for any customers to approach.  
Unless they needed tokens and were wondering why he wasn’t walking around the floor, like he was supposed to be. Customers were inconsiderate like that.  
“Hey there, Mr. Wheeler,” Steve said, greeting the customer with a small smile.  
Right, the guy did look familiar. He’d seen him picking Mike and the other kids up before, from the Arcade or Steve’s apartment, when everyone hung out there.  
Ted Wheeler was a tired-looking, bespectacled man in his late 30s or early 40s, who seemed to give off the air of someone much older and much more exhausted with humanity. “Hmm,” he said, by way of greeting.  
“I um, have been sent to get more tokens,” Mr. Wheeler said in a flat voice. He held out a handful of change, which Eddie took. He counted it out quickly, then gave the appropriate amount of tokens back. “Thanks.”  
He pocketed the tokens, then glanced at Steve. “Do you have the time?”  
“Yeah, it’s a quarter after three,” Steve said, automatically. Eddie grinned, and Steve shot him a glare, annoyed at having been tricked into revealing the exact time to him.  
“Hmm,” Mr. Wheeler said again. “I was supposed to pick the kids up at three,” he said, looking sour. “Do either of you happen to know why Mike keeps shooing me away, and every single one of them refuses to look away from that game?”  
“Uh, yeah,” Steve said, exchanging a look with Eddie. “Max is trying to beat the high score on DIGDUG again. She had the most points before, but with everything that happened last year...” He shrugged. It seemed pretty obvious why Max hadn’t exactly been able to maintain her high score last year. “So she’s trying to beat it again, and she’s close.”  
“Ah,” Mr. Wheeler said. “Well, at least it’s something important,” he drawled.  
“Yup,” Steve agreed, pointedly ignoring Mr. Wheeler’s sarcasm.  
“You know, after everything she’s been through, I think it’s great to see her getting back to her old self,” Eddie agreed. “Life’s been a shitshow for the kid, right?”  
Steve nodded. They both looked at Ted, who glared at them. He had no response to that, and they both knew it. Yes, he had to wait for Max and everyone else to play a video game. No, no one was going to be on his side about being annoyed about that.  
Max had spent her fair share of time in the hospital with the two of them, and if she decided her new hobby was going around beating the crap out of old ladies, Steve and Eddie would have her back on that too.  
“I thought you worked at the video store,” Ted said, changing the subject. He didn’t seem eager to head back to the cheering kids hovering around Max at the DIGDUG cabinet.  
“I do,” Steve said. “I’m just keeping Eddie company while he waits.”  
“Waits?”  
Steve nodded. “Hopper’s calling soon.”  
Eddie snorted. “No, he’s not. He's never calling, because he’s a lying liar who hates me and wants me to suffer in an eternity of torment.”  
Ted raised his eyebrows; Steve just shrugged.  
“What’s he calling about?”  
“Whether or not I’m a murderer,” Eddie said glumly. He balled his hand into a fist and nervously pressed it against his mouth. “He was talking to the DA today about getting the charges dropped.”  
Eddie hated this. Hated waiting, hated that his fate was so utterly out of his own hands. Hated that he was still dealing with this shit a fucking year later. But the town had been in so much chaos after the defeat of the Upside Down and Vecna’s death that it had taken almost six months for anyone to remember about Eddie.  
But they had remembered eventually, and Hopper had delivered the news that he’d been officially charged in the death of Chrissy Cunningham while Eddie had still been recovering from his wounds at home.  
It was a bullshit charge, Hopper said. They’d drop it easily, he’d said. The coroner's report clearly indicated that no external force had touched Chrissy. It was a seizure of some kind, most likely. The reports for the other three victims said the same thing, and no one could place Eddie anywhere near those.  
Jason’s half-mad, unofficial testimony that he’d used black magic to kill Patrick notwithstanding.  
Hopper would get the charges thrown out with no further action. He’d promised.  
That was six months ago. The legal system moved at a snail's pace, and it was slowly eating away at whatever was left of Eddie’s sanity.  
But today was the day. He'd find out that the charges were either dropped... or when his arraignment would be.  
“It’s gonna be okay,” Steve said quietly. “He’ll call.”  
Eddie just sort of groaned in response. He was staring at the phone again, willing it to either ring or spontaneously combust. It did neither.  
“Right,” Ted said, shifting awkwardly. “Well, uh... good luck with that...” he muttered. “I’m gonna...” He turned and walked away, likely heading back to his son and the screaming group of his friends.  
“What if they didn’t drop them?” Eddie muttered. “I mean, like actually, what the fuck am I gonna do? I can’t afford a lawyer... not a decent one.”  
“It’ll be okay, Eddie—” Steve started.  
“You can’t promise that!” Eddie snapped. He didn’t mean to yell at Steve, but he was freaking out, and he couldn’t yell at anyone he actually wanted to yell at. Fucking Jason Carver... Vecna... they were all goddamned dead. Which at this moment felt very rude. He wished they were back, so he could kill them himself. Earn the title of murderer that had already been handed to him.  
No, he didn’t wish that. Especially not about Vecna.  
But he was freaking out.  
“Look at me, man,” Eddie said. “ Every jury in the world would convict me. Hell, I was almost a victim of vigilante mob justice! They didn’t even have evidence or the kind of fancy speeches that lawyers will have if this goes to trial.” Eddie shook his head miserably. “Maybe I can strike a deal, plead guilty, get a reduced sentence...”  
“Eddie...”  
The phone rang. Eddie yelped. “Shit shit shit, what do I do?” he looked at Steve, terrified. “What do I do?”  
“Answer it, asshole!”  
Eddie grabbed the phone. “HelloPalaceArcadeEddieSpeaking.”   
It was Hopper. He spoke quickly. Eddie listened. He held his breath. Next to him, Steve moved in close, listening to what Hopper was saying. He said a lot of things that were having a not-easy time sticking in Eddie’s mind. He heard things like lack of evidence and inexcusable modern witch hunt. None of it made sense. Was Hopper even speaking English? Did Eddie speak English? 
What were words?   
But he saw the look on Steve’s face, and slowly the words began to sort themselves out. Steve looked happy.   
“ The case against you has been thrown out,” Hopper had said. Whatever the fuck else he’d said, he’d definitely said that.  
“So, wait... so I’m not a murderer?” Eddie asked. “I’m not being charged; I’m not... going to jail?” 
“Nope,” Hopper said. “You’re a free man, Eddie Munson.”  
Eddie blinked. He stared down at the receiver in his hand. Words were failing him again. Fortunately, Steve picked up the slack. He took the phone from Eddie and thanked Hopper for everything, explained that Eddie was just malfunctioning at the moment. Hopper invited them over for dinner with him, Joyce and the rest of his family later in the week, and Steve agreed for both of them. Then he hung up the phone and looked at Eddie.  
“Eddie,” Steve said, a hand back on his shoulder, shaking him. “Eddie, did you hear him?”  
Eddie nodded. He looked at Steve, his heartbeat picking up erratically in his chest.  
“Did he say—”  
“He did, he fucking said it—”  
“It’s okay? It’s fucking okay?”  
“Yes,” Steve practically shouted, shaking him again. He jumped up a little, getting excited. “You’re fucking free, charges dropped!”   
“Holy shit, holy shit,” Eddie said, the truth finally hitting him. He wasn’t going to jail, didn’t have to go through a trial. He wasn’t a murderer, he was cleared. He felt dizzy and put a hand on Steve’s chest to steady himself. Steve was still shaking him, talking excitedly, saying they had to call Wayne, had to call Robin, had to tell everyone—  
“I’m fucking free, I’m fucking free,” Eddie babbled. Steve’s excitement was making him giddy, and he shook Steve back, clasping his arms.  
“You’re fucking free,” Steve agreed.  
Happiness, relief, exhaustion and the desire to cry like a little bitty baby all welled up in Eddie’s chest. The nightmare was over, after so fucking long. It was more than a weight off his shoulders, he was weightlessness itself, floating and untethered.  
He teetered deliriously on his feet, still clutching Steve like he might actually drift away if he let go of him. Steve’s face was close to his, and they were holding onto each other, elated and ecstatic. And then Steve’s hands were on his face, holding him, and Steve’s mouth was against his, kissing him.  
And Eddie was so relieved, so happy, so free that he didn’t even realize. Steve was kissing him, and he was kissing Steve back, and everything was fan-fucking-tastic.   
The sound of a throat being cleared brought him back down to reality.  
Steve backed away, blinking and dazed. Eddie looked at him. They both turned and looked at Ted Wheeler, who had wandered back over.  
“Umm... good news?” Ted asked. His face was neutral and expressionless, as usual. 
Eddie cleared his throat. “Charges dropped,” he said gruffly.  
“That’s great,” Ted said mildly. “I wanted to ask if you knew when the kids might be done... I can just go home and come back, if it’s going to be an hour or more?”  
“Uh...” Steve said. “Probably, yeah.”  
Eddie nodded in agreement. “DIGDUG can be challenging.”  
“Right,” Ted said. He looked at them. They looked back. Several long moments passed.  
“That wasn’t what you think,” Steve blurted.  
Ted was silent.  
“It was an accident,” Eddie added. Steve nodded quickly. “We didn’t—we weren’t—we just got caught up in the moment, was all.”  
“Yeah, it was just, lots of emotions, uh... emotional... caught up,” Steve said, somewhat nonsensically. He crossed his arms, sticking his hands under his armpits. “An accident.”  
“Right,” Ted said, a note of disbelief in his otherwise bored tone. “I’m heading out, tell the kids to call me when they’re done... Digdugging.” He walked off, leaving the two of them standing there, staring.  
Neither of them said anything for a while. Eventually, Eddie found his voice. “Can we kill him?”  
“Eddie!”  
“What? He thinks he knows something—which he doesn’t, because there’s nothing to know because it was an accident—but still.”  
“You just got murderer charges dropped, there’s no way you’re going to commit an actual murder.”   
“Well, why not?” Eddie challenged. “Why not? I spent a year being called a murderer for something I didn’t even do! I think I should get to do a little actual murder,” he said. “As a treat.”  
Steve glared, and Eddie threw up his hands. “You’re so goddamned unreasonable, Steven!”  
“Look, it was an accident,” Steve said. “It’s not a big deal.” 
“I don’t think Mr. Wheeler believes that.”  
“Well, screw him, it was an accident. We know it was.” 
“Of course,” Eddie agreed. “I wasn’t even thinking about it. It just happened.”  
“Exactly, me too. It would have been totally different if we’d been thinking about it.”  
“Right. On-purpose kisses are completely different from accidental ones,” Eddie said. Steve nodded.  
A few more moments passed quietly. Eddie thought back a few minutes, to when Steve’s mouth had been on his. It had been an accident. But did that mean it was a mistake? If he was being honest... no. Not for him, at least.  
It had been nice, kissing Steve.  
Eddie cleared his throat and glanced over at Steve. “Um, I know how we can prove it was an accident,” he said casually. Steve raised an eyebrow. “If we go into the backroom and kiss on purpose, we’ll be able to see. Y’know, how different it is.”  
Steve nodded slowly, apparently turning this information over in his mind. Eddie watched him carefully, looking for some sign of disgust or disinterest. “That’s smart,” Steve said. Eddie let out a relieved breath. “We can like, uh, compare,” he said.  
“And then we’ll have proof,” Eddie said. “And that’ll show him.”  
“Show who?”  
“Mr. Wheeler.”  
“Right,” Steve said. “Him. Yeah, that’s a good plan. Good idea.”  
“The only kind I have,” Eddie said, grinning.  
Steve snorted. “A second ago, you were planning on killing Mike’s dad.”  
“Sorry, can’t hear you, heading to the back room already,” Eddie said, moving out from behind the counter. He walked in the direction of the back room, and glanced over his shoulder. “You coming?”  
Steve nodded and raced forward, a big smile on his face.  
Two hours later, when Ted Wheeler arrived (once again) at the arcade to collect his kid (and his kid's friends), Steve and Eddie were still nowhere to be seen. He sighed tiredly. “An accident...” he muttered. “Right.” 
--- Based on the First Kiss prompt from @dwobbitfromtheshire
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“How long.”
Warnings: ANGST!!! Cheating.
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Summery: Adam cheated on you with Lilith
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Adam had spent the entirety of his afternoon listening to Lilith and Lucifer’s daughter go on and on about some redemption hotel. Adam will admit he might not have been no rude if her face didn’t fill him with guilt.
Her mother had been in heaven for the last seven years. No one knew besides him and Lute.
When Lilith first tried to get a meeting with Adam he said no. He didn’t want to see that woman, not when he had the most dotting, heaven sent, lovable wife at home.
But the more time past, the more he grew curious on what she wanted. So he set up a meeting with her. He didn’t intended to have sex with her. But he did, and even though he was immediately struck with guilt, he felt relief as well.
Lilith had left him for Lucifer, so her having sex with him felt as if maybe he actually was good enough. That’s why he did it a second time and on there third meeting is when Lilith asked to go to heaven. Adam didn’t know what to do. He knew he should say no, but what if that made him not good enough? So he said yes.
So began his affair for the last seven years he had been lying to his wife. His beautiful Y/N. He felt guilty every time he saw Lilith but it wasn’t enough to stop.
Lute would tell him every time to be faithful. That you didn’t deserve this. That you were growing suspicious. But he never listened and now as he watched you stare at him when he walked through the front door, he wished he did.
“Hey sweetheart. What you feel like eating tonight?” Adam knew something was wrong. So he tried to changed any subject that could possibly not go his way.
“How long.”
Your voice was cold as you spoke, but he could still he that heart ripping rasp.
“W-what?” He didn’t want to assume, but he knew. He knew that you know. And fuck did he regret everything instantly.
“Lilith. How long have you been fucking her.” He never really heard you curse. You were the definition of a saint. Fuck he fucked up bad.
“I can explain. Just please listen to me.” He could feel his chest pounding with panic. With dread.
“How long has this been going on?”
Adam swallowed.
“Seven years.”
The first tear fell out of your eye.
Adam went to try and grab your hand but you snatched it back. You tired to talk but you couldn’t find your voice. More tears fell.
“I swear it was a mistake.”
“A mistake? Yeah just a mistake, That lasted SEVEN YEARS!” Your body trembled as you went around the table, trying to put distance from him.
“I didn’t intend for this I swear!” Adam voice cracked as he saw his life — his Y/N — falling apart.
“Why? Was I not good enough?”
‘Was I not good enough?’ That same question that haunted for so many years he couldn’t even count. That same question that made him vow to never hurt another like he’d been hurt. To never cheat on another.
“She wanted to have a meeting. I originally said no, but I grew curious and I just had one. Then it happened and it was meaningless.”
“Meaningless? Do you fuck her for seven years?”
“FUCK! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Adam never knew true hate. He thought he hated Lucifer but now he knew he didn’t, because what he felt towards himself right now was true hate.
“Then what happened.” Your voice went cold again as you wiped another tear.
“We had two more meetings.” Fuck. “And then on the third one she asked to come to heaven.”
You scoff, how can he say he hates everyone down in hell yet let on right through so he can get his dick extra wet.
“And it was like a sinking hole. One I couldn’t climb out of.”
“You have wings. You could of used them.”
In that moment you left him in the dining room and went to grab your suitcase you had already packed. You couldn’t stay another moment.
Adam immediately went after you and took the suit case from you. Fuck fuck fuck. He couldn’t lose you. He couldn’t function without you.
“Please baby, just give me another chance.” He never begged for anything in his life or after life. He didn’t beg for Eve when Lilith ran of with the duck. He didn’t beg for another woman when Eve cheated on him. He didn’t beg for his son Able to come back to life. But fuck would he beg now .
“I’ll do anything, please.”
“Anything?” Your voice in a whisper.
“Anything.” He said back just as softly.
“Then you’ll give Lucifer’s daughter hotel a chance. You can hate everyone in hell if you let them through our gates.” Done. Adam could do that, he could do anything for you. “And you’ll let me leave today. You’ll let me have time.” Except maybe that. Fuck he couldn’t even sleep without you for a day. How long were you going to be gone? We’re you coming back.
“Just please stay.” Adam felt the tear fall onto his cheek.
“If you don’t let me leave.” You looked up from the floor into his watery eyes. “Then we have truly lost everything.” Your own eyes watery.
He gave you back the suitcase. He cupped your face in his and spoke.
“I can let you leave today. But don’t think that because I am that we’re finished. I will wait for you for an eternity. I will have you through every life time. I will love you until your soul cannot work without mine. You will come back to me, and I don’t care how it happens.” He leaned down and kissed Y/N one last time.
You didn’t kiss back and when he let you go you walked out the house and onto the streets. About a block away is when you broke down, and that were Emily found you and took you home with her.
Hiiiiiii! I know that this is short but I plan to do a part 2. If you have any requests please don’t be afraid to ask! Have a lovely day
- Kelp 💛
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spacedace · 1 year
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Yo here have this dp x dc snippet from ages ago I forgot I wrote until I found it just now lol:
Joker had died just after sunset, when darkness had settled fully on Gotham. Beaten horribly with a blunt, metal object of sickeningly familiar description, then finally killed in the concussive force of an explosion from the various bombs the warehouse had been filled with.
It felt obvious who it had to be.
Except, of course, that Dick was looking at cctv footage and official court documents showing just how fucking impossible it was for Jason to have finally taken the clown out for good.
At the time everything had to have happened his little brother was across the city, in a public place, with official witnesses.
Official, official witnesses. They - one Margaret Tinsel - had signed their name as such, right next to their notary stamp and the date on the marriage license.
Marriage License.
Because Jay had been over at the courthouse next to city hall getting married.
Dick only found out he’d been dating Jasmine Nightingale a couple of weeks ago. He hadn’t even properly met her yet, just saw her from the roof across the street as she and Jay sat on her fire escape sharing a pint of ice cream, laughing and looking stupidly adorable and smitten with each other. And now they’re married.
How in the fuck was he going to explain this? Bruce was already spiraling on the idea that Jay had killed Joker, he’d want specific details on just how tight of an alibi Jason had for the crime. He’d want to see that proof himself.
And then he’d want to talk to Jay. Who hadn’t told any of them what the fuck was going on in his personal life. Who had very purposefully tried to keep Jasmine Nightingale - shit, no she applied for a name change, they both had, they were both Nightingale-Todd now - away from the family and their meddling.
Babs on the other end of the line seemed to share his utter loss over the situation.
“I did some digging.” She said, drawn out enough to let him know that whatever she found - while not bad - sure as shit wasn’t going to make things any easier to explain. “They’ve uh…as best I can tell, they’ve been dating for about three years now.”
Three years.
Jesus Christ. How in the hell is he going to break that news? Did he even break that news? That’s something that Jay should do.
Except Jay just got married less than two hours ago at the same time the Joker was violently - and karmically satisfyingly - murdered and there was absolutely no way that letting Bruce go over there to talk to Jay while all Batman-ed up was going to lead to anything but a fight, which means that he has to break that news or else Jay and his new wife - his wife holy fucking shit - are going to have to deal with a pissed off Batman on their honeymoon and -
“Oh.” Tim said from where he’d come to stand at Dick’s shoulder at some point during his internal freak out. “I guess they decided to do the courthouse thing after all.”
The train wreck of Dick’s thought process, at that point, entirely exploded.
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