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Prince of Gotham
(heavily inspired by this post op if you see this, I didn't want to bother you đ)
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babygirl jason todd they could never make me hate you. no one will ever convince me that jason todd is ugly. that's willis' little prince, you know he inherited his dad's good looks, and we know willis was pulling badass stunning women.
I just imagine a scenario where jason is with the bats, could be a gala or some civilian something, and they are all joking about looks and who can flirt and get more numbers and what not, and they're gonna make jason the butt of the joke as per usual, except a devastingly handsome, slightly older man approaches and is very VERY clearly interested in jason and ONLY jason. he isn't creepy or pushy, just earnest and whole heartedly smitten with jason.
and maybe they expect the man to receive a mean quip or a swift rejection. but instead, to their utter suprise, jason just blushes, really soft and gentle and takes the number handed to him on a slip of paper, batting his eyelashes and tucking a little curl behind his ear.
and all the bats are shocked, thats not at all what they were expected. And the thing is, IT KEEPS HAPPENING.
a middle aged woman, a young new CEO, a silver fox with a smooth accent, keep approaching jason throughout the night, with either hungry or starstruck eyes.
roaming over inky, bouncing curls, high cheekbones and clear skin, broad shoulders, supple chest, tiny waist, stunning ass and legs. just jason being devastingly attractive and people wanting him, and making it known. and jason just being overwhelmed and flattered but soaking it in.
YEAAAAA DEVASTATINGLY ATTRACTIVE JASON TODD
i think about this jason A LOT. he is the baby girl. willis calling him his prince was so stinking cute đ and YES. there is no way jason isn't canonically attractive considering willis' play.
I LOVEEEE YOUR DESCRIPTIONS
i always enjoy thinking about jason getting suitors and nobody expecting it (he doesn't either). and they're always so hot and so much older. jason strictly going for older people has to be my fav hc even tho it's also pretty canon LOL he loves him some pseudo parental figures that remind him of his mommy daddy issues
jason's reactions <3 he most definitely blushes all sweet and timid when someone earnestly compliments/flirts with him. thank you so much for this anon but now i want more :/
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Damian is still a child guys
#jason todd#red hood#dc comics#dc robin#damian wayne#damian is jay baby#damian al ghul#THAT'S HIS BABY BROTHER
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â teenage fantasy àËËË
â mark grayson x you
wc :: 4,316 ( 23,442 char . )
rating :: nsfw
synopsis :: your brother started hanging out with this new kidâmark, you think his name is? you wondered why this new person was seemingly always around your brother, and tonight when he sleeps over you finally find out why.
contents :: brothers best friend , riding , slight age gap , sub mark , little plot , reader pov , mark is a little weirdo with a crush on u......
a/n :: I LOVE SUBMISSIVE MARK GRAYSON!!!!!!pushed the timeline of this back for the sole purpose of creating an age gap between u and mark. why? because i freaking felt like it ok maybe i like em younger. he's a sophomore, ur a senior. also for the sake of convenience were just gonna pretend that ur on the pill. ok? ok.
edit: Lol tumblr being stupid and deleted 3 paragraphs of writing but it's ok we fixed itđ
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Your brother had never been too ecstatic about friends. Not that he didn't want them, it was the actually keeping them part that he struggled with. Seemed like he could never keep the company of a friend for longer than a few months before they fell out with eachother, and whenever you would try to ask about it he would dismiss your attempt by simply saying something along the lines of "We just don't have time to talk as much anymore." or, "They're busy with sports and crap."
But more recently you've noticed that your brother was hanging out with someone new, and this time it was different. He would never fail to show up at your house during the weekends, always finding his way to your living room to play video games with your brother or making room for himself to fit in with whatever your family might have had going on that day, whether it be a dinner out at a restaurant, or even a trip to the movies, he always found time to tag along. He was practically part of the family, and it seemed like him and your brother were actually getting along quite nicely. You'd hear them from his room laughing about something unbeknownst to you just one wall over, or yelling about a game they were playing on his console and it made you glad to know that your brother finally had someone to confide in.
The boy seemed sweet with good intentions. Mark, you think his name is? Black hair with a few strands that never fail to stray from the combed back neatness of the rest of his hair and brown eyes that remind you of a warm coffee on a Saturday morning that you sip when your eyes are still tired and droopy, still on the edge of sleep but not quite. It would be a lie to say he wasn't handsome, but you never really gave him much more thought than that. You go to the same school as him, he's just two grades below you in his sophomore year with grades that aren't yet failing but theres still potential for them to be a lot better, but you chose to give him the benefit of the doubt since you heard from multiple sources that his father died in a car crash at the start of the year, so who knows how he's coping with that.
But that's not the point. the point is, Mark is now practically best friends with your brother and tonight, since your parents are away on a date, he's invited Mark to sleep over. Not that you really cared, you didn't pay him too much mind whenever he would come over since he wasnt your friend anyways. You mostly occupied the time in your room, but you never failed to notice the way he would try extra hard not to look at you whenever you made an appearance and still finding himself unsuccessful. Always stealing quick glances over to you and whatever you were doing. Always noticing the way he suddenly adorned a stutterâsomething which he had never had before, whenever he'd speak to your brother, pitching his voice an octave louder enough for you to hear.
Your day went on as it usually did, aside from those quick glances that Mark prayed you didn't notice. You always did, but never thought much of it. Maybe he was just intimidated by you, or something? You called your friends, made plans for the following morning, and before you knew it, the smell of food downstairs caught your attention. Glancing at the clock on your phone, it was now six, so you assume the smell downstairs is dinner.
Heading to your kitchen you realize that your brother and Mark had made french fries and were sharing them on a big plate on the counter. You help yourself to a fry, quickly snatching one from the plate before your brother has the opportunity to swat your hand away.
You crack a smile when he almost chokes on the fry he popped into his mouth when he turns to see you, and that only seems to make his cheeks redden. he tries making an attempt at playing it off by pressing the crook of his shoulder against his mouth and coughing into the faded blue of his cotton sweater sleeve, trying to disguise the malfunction, but any attempt he makes at hiding his embarrassment only points it out further.
"Get outta here! Those aren't even for you, make your own." He protests, stopping himself from extending his arm to push you back once he realizes he acted too late and that you've already succeeded in stealing a fry.
Rolling your eyes at his stubbornness, you retort. "You literally made the whole bag, you're not even gonna eat all that." You point out, grinning only because you find pleasure in annoying him.
He grumbles out a defeated "Whatever," only because Mark is here, and he doesn't want to cause a scene. But obviously you know your brother well enough to make the assumption that if Mark wasn't here, the stolen fry would be a much bigger deal than it is right now. But instead of taking advantage of this, you raise your white flag in surrender and instead make your way to the fridge, grabbing your leftovers from the fast food place you ordered takeout at a day and a half ago, reheating it before you head up to your room and feeling Mark's eyes on you the entire time.
You've just finished your shower by the time Mark and your brother are retired to his room for the night. It's late, probably eleven, but maybe closer to twelve, you're not sure because haven't checked the time. Your phone is in the bathroom, but you figure that you can just grab it when you're done changing since it isn't on the top of your list of priorities right now.
What is on the top of that list though, is changing into pajamas. Back turned from your bedroom door, you rummage through the top drawer of your dresser, trying to find that one tanktop you own, the black one. The one you have probably ten carbon copies of, but for some reason you want that tanktop in particular. Just as you set your eyes on it and move to pick it up, a noise at your bedroom door alerts you.
It's Mark. And you can tell by his expression that his heart lurches in his chest until it bobs in his throat when he sees you in nothing but a towel that clings loosely to your frame, the creak of the door in protest as he opens it had given you a split second to acknowledge his presence. It blows his cover and interrupts you just as you were about to let the towel fall down to your ankles. You to gasp as you whip your head around fast enough to see his face flush bright red and his hands that shoot up to cover his eyes immediately.
"Oh, my God, I'm so sorry, Iâ I didn't even realize you wereâ Jeez, that's so embarrassing. I'm sorry, I was just trying to bring you yourâ I'll go, sorry." He rushes, stumbling over his words that spew out from past his lips at a mile a minute, faster than he can comprehend despite his Viltrumite capabilities. He quickly turns on his heel and sheepishly reaches for the doorknob to walk himself out.
Your eyes meet his hand, where your phone rests in his palm and you know you should just let him leave it in the hall, but something in you, some unstoppable force that acts for you before the rational thought to stop and let him go even crosses your mind, and you step forward, then again, and the one more time until your hand is curled over his shoulder, effectively causing him to freeze in place. "Wait," you pause, tone sounding pitched and hesitant like you were holding something back, carefully pausing your breath between each word as if one wrong move could ruin the moment and send him off.
Until he doesn't. He doesn't leave, he doesn't brush you off and close the door behind him like he knows he should. He doesn't even say anything. Wordless as he turns to face you, and you realize he isn't scaring away anytime soon. He was cute, you admit, and the smile he lets tug at the corners of his mouth after his eyes graze over your almost naked form is contagious. He's younger, but stands taller than you by just a few inches and you figure.. Why not? He's clearly interested, and this obviously wasn't an accident. So why not let him indulge in this fantasy, if only for just one night? What do you have to lose?
"Is he...?" Tilting your head, letting your eyes flit behind you to the door, opened just a crack to let the strands of light from the hallway shed into your bedroom and bounce off of Marks shoulder, painting a thin line of hazy yellow against the carpet and walls of your bedroom.
He nods, shaking breath exhaled from his lips in a quick uneven sigh, his hand reaches behind him to click the door shut softly behind you both before bringing them back and letting the palm of his hands find home around the dip in your waist, skin warm against the cool of the towel that drapes around you. "Yeah, he's.. yeah."
Taking his hand and intertwining your fingertips with his, you guide him to your bed where he sits. Mark looks dazed and dreamy, like he can't tell if he's awake or not, can't believe this stupid teenage fantasy of his is actually happening, and that makes you giggle. You tell him to lay back and he does, the erection that strains from under his clothes becoming evident when he looks up at you from where his head rests on your pillow. He's unable to help it when his eyes rake over you again, greedily taking in the way your towel hangs loosely around you, threatening to slip at any second, and your hair falls messily over your shoulders. Perfectly unkempt and knotted in some places where you hadn't combed through it with a brush, but still somehow retaining some of its neatness in the mess.
It would be a lie to say he didn't roughly sketch this whole scenario out in his head. He knew when you got out of the shower and intentionally made his way to the bathroom when you left, only to realize you had forgotten your phone. Originally, he was just going to return it to you when you were done changing, find an excuse to talk to you even just briefly. But then the thought of maybe getting to see you bare crossed his mind, and it was too good of an opportunity to pass up. He didn't want to wait. He didn't mean to open the door that much, didn't know it would creak in response to his weight when he leaned into it. And the last thing he expected was for you to reciprocate whatever it was he felt in that moment when you saw him. But... he wasn't against it, either.
You join him on your bed, letting your hand stroke over his pajama pants for a quick moment before you bring one leg over his and adjust yourself until you're comfortable on top of him, straddling with both of your legs at either side of his body. You don't miss the way his breath hitches when you suddenly lean in, supporting your weight with a hand that plants itself on his chest and folds underneath you when you close some of the distance between your faces. He looks about ready to kiss you, lips parted in a mix of what's probably both preperation and shock. but when you don't, he regards you curiously, the question unspoken but obvious in the air between you.
"You're sure you want to do this?" You ask, just to be safe, and he nods again. If your brother finds out about this, he'll be crushed, and Mark is old enough to know that he shouldn't be doing something like this. And so are you, to be fair. But it's obvious to the both of you that no one cares what you should or shouldn't be doing right now, too lost in the heat of your bodies as you press into one another and eventually finding your way to his lips, meeting him with a kiss.
It's slow at first, hesitant and experimental and filled with nervousness, but the action of your lips molding over his becomes more steady, more sure as his hands trace your sides in a caressing up and down movement, fervorous and quickly desperate for more. And after a moment he hooks his fingers around the top of your towel. A question, and when you pull back from him just to give him a smile that never fails to make him trip, an answer.
You hear it when his breath hitches in his throat at the sight of you fully exposed once the towel is discarded on the floor next to your bed. He lets his eyes travel down your body, taking all of you in. Mark looks almost awestruck, nervous to touch you the wrong way as if you were a porcelain statue to be displayed in a museum. You take his obvious hesitation as an invitation to guide him instead, and place the palm of his hand on one of your breasts before leaning in to take his lips in another kiss. He lets out a muffled noise against your mouth that you swallow up in response, and you feel his obvious erection pressing against you through his pants.
in a beat, the kiss becomes sloppy, messy and quickly not enough. You find yourself starved for more in an instant and before either of you realize, you're already fumbling with the drawstring that loops through his pants, working to untie them while his hands remain on your chest, preoccupied with molding the soft skin like puddy in his palm, an action that makes you moan softly, only really audible over the sound of your own breathless panting when you draw back from his lips to breathe.
"I don't think i should be the only naked one here." you suggest, your tone teasing. the sentence makes his eyes look over your body once again until he brings his gaze back up to you, and it's then that you notice his cheeks marooning once again, a small action that makes you grin.
"Yeah, probably." He agrees with a breathy, nervous laugh, shrugging your hands off of his chest for a moment so that he can lift his shirt off with ease, one hand pulling it over his head while the other remains firm on your waist. And it joins your towel on the ground seconds later.
His chest rises and falls unevenly, but thats not the thing that shocks you the most. You never would have guessed it since hes always wearing loose fitting clothes whenever you see him, but he's a lot more muscular than you imagined. Tracing over his defined stomach with your fingertips as you lean in to kiss him again is like charting over unexplored territory, grazing along each curve and dip in his abs.
And then you traverse lower across his skin until you're met with the fuzzy cotton of his plaid pajama pants once again and this time you don't falter. your index and middle finger curl to make room for themselves around the waistband and you shift just enough to tug them down to his knees. Mark doesn't protest and allows the action, lifting his hips slightly to help you.
Once his pants have been shrugged off, the hardness in his boxers is all the more evident, and it takes minimal effort to have them shrugged down as well. in moments his cock is exposed and you glance back up at him when you hear Mark suck in a breath through his teeth as the cool air of your bedroom envelops him.
"Still sure you want to?" You ask, glaring down at him through your eyelashes. There's still time for him to back out of this, if he really wants to. But it's clear that he doesn't when he nods and wraps his hands around your waist at either side. Not holding you down, but the action makes it clear that he doesn't plan on leaving anytime soon.
"Yeah, I'm sure, just.. please," His voice comes out a hoarse whisper, pleading and more desperate than he would've liked. He looks dazed, lidded eyes glazed over with something akin to need in the pupil and something about the way he says it, asks you so nicely, so sweetly despite the husky tone in the undercurrent of his words makes your stomach knot with a heat that begs to be untangled.
You look back down at his cock, flushed tip weeping and dewy with pre. your hand makes way to his shaft, offering a few slow strokes down to the base and back up to his tip where your thumb grazes over his hole, coating your fingertip in a sticky substance that smudges off when you bring your hand back down. the action makes him gasp like he clearly didn't expect you to move so suddenly, and he can't help but thrust lightly against the movement, his arousal evident when he whimpers through his bitten lip.
But when you pause yet again, he looks confused. mouth popped open, just slightly agape while his eyebrows pinch together. The silent question of "Whyd you stop?" on the edge if his lips, but he doesn't say it out loud. The air between you two is thick with want and a licentious desire to have your needs fulfilled hangs heavy in the space around you, in the darkness of your room.
The question doesn't remain unanswered for long, because in a second you're shifting to lift your hips up, hovering there for a quick, fleeting moment before lining the tip of him with your entrance. It takes him a second to realize what you're doing, but you give him time for the gears turning in his head to spin clearly. And once they do, his tongue flits out to lick over the edge of his lips and in an instant you've planted yourself down on top of him again, adjusted this time so that he fills you instead, and you feel his length twitch inside you at the sudden but certainly not unwelcome action.
Marks hands which had parted from your waist when you lifted yourself quickly find their way back home and he lets out a noise similar to a groan when you roll your hips against him, feeling the way your walls expand and clench around him and letting his gaze fall back to your bedroom ceiling, basking in the warmth of your body on top of him, rising and falling as you grind above him.
The whole ordeal is rather silent save for your ragged breaths and whimpers you muffle through bitten lips and stolen kisses. It's almost transactional, and you both have a clear understanding of what you're here for. This, the guilty pleasure you derive from mark inside you, and you around him. and nothing more. But still there's something that swims in the small amount of light reflecting in his eyes. Something that flickers for a brief moment, barely noticeable unless you were paying attention. Something that suggests their could be more to this, if you're willing to take that risk.
Mark looks back up at you, resisting the urge to let his eyes flutter shut simply because the sight of your body, the way your tits bounce with each rise and fall of your movements, it's something he doesn't want to miss a second of. And in fact it's almost too muchâand if he wasn't trying as hard as he was to restrain himself right now, he would have came already. He keeps his hands on you the entire time, following the natural curve of your waist as he carefully slides up your side to knead at the soft flesh of your boobs once again.
You lean down until you're pressed flush againsthim once again, mouth on his partially to silence him, but mostly just to taste his lips. You're drinking up the sound of each quiet moan he can't help but pour out into you, feeling the way you rock your hips against him and getting lost in the rhythm. Carefully, you bring your mouth lower, sloppily pressing kisses deep enough to leave hickies into his collarbone and chest. The action is quick, hungry and almost primal as if you cant decide whether to bite softly at his skin or kiss him. Or if there was even a way to differentiate the two at this point. He lets a hand free from your side simply to find his way to your hair, pressing you impossibly closer in order to keep you there, clinging to you like if he let himself get too lost in the feeling then youd vanish.
Bringing yourself back up to admire your work, you let your eyes examine the hickies you placed carelessly on his body. You were merciful enough to not leave any in plain sight, lord knows how furious your brother would be if he woke up and saw Mark's neck riddled hickies that border on bruises. They mostly decorate where the neck of his shirt would start, easily able to be hidden away with a shirt overtop of them.
Soon, you find Mark holding you down against him, making the action of rolling your hips on his cock a challenge. But he takes the liberty of doing that for you, hands at your sides to guide you as he desperately thrusts deep enough into your pussy to hit your cervix and you arch closer to him as he pulls out, tip dragging over that spot that makes your stomach flutter and eyes roll back only to press into you again and again each time.
"Mark, Iâ" Your words are cut off by a moan that he quickly moves to cover with his mouth, hand grasping in your hair and tugging lightly to more easily bring you to his lips. He parts from you when the sound has faded and gone, and you bite your lip to prevent anything more from slipping.
"Shh," He hushes you, glancing for a split second to your bedroom door. Still shut, but your walls are thin, so the fact that you both need to be as quiet quiet as possible is non-negotiable right now. "I know, I know." He whispers against the side of your neck, kissing lightly at the sensitive skin there. The hand previously at your side wraps around you and runs over your back, curving as he feels over the way you arch into him in order to help his length fuck deeper into you.
In a moment, his voice is in your ear, whispering what almost sounds like nonsense, too drunk off the feeling of your walls fluttering around him with each thrust inside you that grows more rapid, more intense with each passing second. But you quickly decipher his words, despite the fact that they're short, breathy and would be inaudible if he weren't pressed so close against you. "Fuck, I.. I can't, I'm gonna.." He whispers the words like a mantra. You've never heard him curse before, so the fact that he is only serves to encourage your movements as you roll your hips with him inside you.
The action seems to push him over the edge with one final moan that causes a shiver to snake its way through your entire body, and soon after you feel the warmth of the white-hot ropes that are his come filling you, his hips stuttering, continuing to work his way through the orgasm with lazy thrusts as everything pumps out of him and into you. You follow suit soon after, the feeling of his release inside you being just enough to coax out a much needed orgasm of your own, the knot that had been tangling and building itself up inside you quickly dissolving as a blinding euphoria causes everything around you to dissolve for what feels like forever.
You're reduced to a boneless heap on top of him, unmoving with his cock still inside you. What remains of his semen dripping out of you like hot lava that oozes out of you, sticky and all too overwhelming. You both lay like that for a while, until eventually the time comes where Mark needs to leave. Return to your brothers room before he notices the disappearance. You're lifted off of him with ease and he lays you back on your bed with all the care in the world, making sure to leave you with a final kiss on your lips once his clothes are back on and you've both collected yourselves.
Once he leaves, and you hear the door to your brothers room click shut with a sense of finality, you realize one of two things is going to happen now. This could become a regular thing, one that you'll have to try and hide from your brother as well as sneak past your family, or this could be a one time thing. A spurr of the moment decision that will be glossed over and soon forgotten in a week's time. Some part of you, deep down, hopes for the latter.
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IF I WAS A RICH GIRL PT.3 âĄ
pairing: bodyguard!jason todd x fem!reader x bodyguard!dick grayson
summary: the events of last night leave an ugly mark on your relationship with jason that also bleeds over into your time with dick. will the three of you find a way to make things work? or will some other security firm have to take on your case?
cw: nsfw (18+), smut, angst, double penetration (p in v + anal), fingering, car sex, edging, hints of exhibitionism, light brat taming, arguments, mommy + daddy issues
wc: 19.3k (good heavens)
a/n: the rock (me) has finally come back to tumblr dot com. i hope you guys like this chapter!! it's dramatic as fuck, but isn't that the fun of fanfic. and thank you for all the love on this story!! i'll have the next one out soon-ish. peace and love, reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3
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When your eyes finally opened again, you found yourself alone in bed.
The room was bright now, and the TV had been turned off. It was quiet, no soft breaths coming from either side of you, no hushed voices chattering back and forth above your head.
You sat up slowly. Judging by the intensity of the sunlight outside, it was a little later in the morning than youâd usually wake up. That explained why your bedroom was vacant spare yourself.
Your hand came up to rub the sleep from your eyes. Flashes from a few hours ago flooded your mind. Jasonâs hands around your throat. Dickâs quiet retelling of the past. The harsh words exchanged on the balcony through the biting winter air.
How had everything shifted so much in such a short span of time?
You dragged yourself from the comforts of your pillows and blankets and stumbled into the ensuite bathroom. Your movements came slower, less motivated, like your body was weighed down with the pain from the night before. It was weird. As you moved, you felt this weight in your chest. Some lighter form of mourning. One that came laced with a substantial dose of anxiety. You tried not to dwell on it while brushing your teeth.
It just didnât make sense to you. How could someone thatâd only been in your life for such a short amount of time leave you feeling so out of sorts? A month ago, you didnât know Jason or Dick existed. Youâd lived for years and years without them. Even having them around now, it wasnât anything serious. It wasnât as though they were your boyfriends. They were just supposed to be for fun. And like with all your other objects of entertainment; when you tired of them, you should be able to start looking for the next. Never before had you been this unsettled by the possibility of losing one â or technically two.
Though, it probably wasnât fair to think about the whole issue as if it was a collective one. Dick hadnât done anything wrong. In fact, heâd made all the right decisions. He told you not to go down there, to just leave Jason to his own devices for the night. You just thought you knew better.
As soon as youâd spit in the sink for the final time, back to your bedroom you went. Your luxurious pajamas landed in the nearby hamper in exchange for a soft pair of sweats and an oversized shirt from your dresser. You werenât going anywhere today. There was no reason to dress up. Normally, youâd try a little more for something cute, but with the mood you were in right now, flipping through random pieces of clothing to find something pretty and comfortable was the last thing you wanted to do.
With a huff, you exited your room and headed across the lofted walkway to the stairs. You could hear their voices coming from downstairs. They were muffled, hushed under the assumption you could wake and enter the room at any time.
You padded down the staircase. As soon as you stepped into the living room, you saw them in the kitchen at the counter. Dick was on one side, eyes laced with concern and his lips in a straight, displeased line. Jason stood on the other. His head hung down towards the marble.
Neither of them saw you right away.
For a few seconds, you considered going back upstairs. You werenât really in the mood for talking things out or forgiveness of any kind. But Jason wasnât your boyfriend. He was your bodyguard, and you were gonna have to be around him at some point or another unless he asked for a reassignment. You figured it would be best to just get it out of the way now, to avoid letting the tension mount into anything more.
So you headed further into the room. You dragged your feet a little, trying to make some noise that would alert them to the fact that you were there. The small scuffles didnât pull them out of their conversation with each other though.
It wasnât until you were a few paces behind Dick that Jason caught sight of you. Like an ashamed dog, his eyes lowered towards the countertop he was leaning against. His usual demeanor had seemingly vanished. It was weird. You didnât know what youâd anticipated from him, but it wasnât this.
Jason shying away clued Dick in to your presence. He turned around, and to your relief, he seemed the same as normal. His soft eyes and faint smile beckoned you closer despite the awkwardness from the guy standing a few feet from him.
You tentatively walked the rest of the way to them. Even though he tried being subtle, you noticed how his eyes fell to the base of your throat, clearly trying to see how visible the marks from Jasonâs fingers had turned out to be.
If today was any of those that came before, you probably would have been all over him and then bound around the island to give Jason the same treatment. Arms would have snuck around waists, and your face would have squished against either of their chests. Maybe if you were lucky (which, with them, you always were) theyâd be kind enough to part your legs and start your day off extra nice.
But today, your palms stayed flat on the cold countertop. Your feet remained planted on the ground below you. You didnât say anything, not a joke to break the ice or an accusation to bring the conflict to a boiling point. Just nothing. Absolute silence permeated the kitchen, and you found your eyes mimicking Jasonâs gaze at the sleek marble.
The invisible wall of ice that had formed around you was broken by Dickâs hand landing between your shoulder blades.
âThere she is,â he said, ever the mediator. âYou sleep ok?â
âYeah,â you answered. Your voice came out quiet. Maybe the quietest youâd been over the course of their stay.
You could tell he was trying to take some of the weight from the two of you, but everything still felt so overwhelming.Â
His hand started to move in tight circles on your back, easing some of the tension in your shoulders. But when one part of you calmed down, it seemed like your anxiety just targeted somewhere else. Your heart stuttered in your chest as you tried to will your eyes to look at Jason. It shouldnât be that hard⊠It was just an argument. Not the end of the world. Your body couldnât seem to accept that though.
âHow are you feeling?â Dick asked next. His hand slipped around to your front, boosting your chin to give him a clear look at your neck.
âIâm ok,â you said and shrugged.Â
You took a step back from him and shuffled over to the fridge. Normally, you ate up attention like that. Milking injuries had become almost a natural talent for you at this point in your life. Youâd picked it up at eight years old when you sprained your ankle during a tennis lesson. You continued with it at fourteen when your driver got into a car accident on the way home from school that left you with a fractured wrist. And youâd stuck with it at eighteen when youâd tripped while walking into one of your fatherâs campaign events.
One of the only times your father felt a need to take your side was when he believed someone or something else had harmed his daughter. Playing up how victimized you felt never failed to get you attention. It just didnât feel right in this case.
If anything, for the first time in your life, you didnât feel that desperate need to be noticed. Youâd much rather shrivel up and seep into the crevices between the floorboards. Any attention to the small markings circling your neck just brought you shame, and more so, they made you worry about Jason. If you felt embarrassed and guilty, you could only imagine how he was doing.
It was kind of odd. You couldnât remember feeling so subdued about something like this ever before. Youâd been allowed to quit tennis over your ankle. Youâd cried and cried for weeks about how terrified you were because of the car accident. And youâd thrown a monumental fit over the falling incident. All without ever for a second questioning yourself.
You could still sense Dickâs concerned stare on your back as you popped open the large refrigerator and briefly scanned the shelves for something to eat. Nothing looked good today. You nudged the steel doors closed again.
A quiet sigh left your lips. You knew you should try saying something, but it just felt weird with Dick standing there, almost supervising you and Jason like two rowdy pups that couldnât be left alone together. You were sure Jason had told him what happened. How honest heâd been was the real question, but Jason was so hard on himself, you doubted heâd try to paint himself in a better light by withholding details.
Your eyes flitted between them, deciding how you should broach the subject, or if you should broach it all. Would pretending everything was fine be better? Who should you even address? It would be awkward to just talk as if Dick wasnât there, but what business of his was it how ugly Jason made you feel?
Seconds later, as if some divine force heard your internal gripes, Dickâs phone rang from upstairs.
âDamn,â he said, looking between the lofted walkway and the pair of you. He seemed reluctant to leave. âIâll be right back.â
You tried not to look too relieved as he left the room. With a deep breath, you took the spot heâd been standing in. Right across from Jason.
He finally looked at you. His murky green eyes stared across the island into your own. Your heart skipped a couple beats. You had to swallow down the nausea creeping up on you.
âI hope you know I feel like shit about what I saidâŠâ he started quietly.
You couldnât take it. You looked down at the counter again where your fingers fidgeted idly with one another.
âYou donât have to. I know you were really upset. I shouldnât have intruded,â you said at a similar volume.
âThatâs no excuse. I should have better control.â
âEveryone slips up now and thenâŠâ you said and shrugged. âWe can just forget about the whole thing.â
For a moment, you found the courage to look at him once more. But it evaporated just as fast upon seeing his expression. He looked worse than before. Sadness had mixed in with his shame, and it made you feel like throwing up.
âReally,â you continued. âItâd probably be for the best if we just moved past it. Iâm not gonna hold it against you or whatever.â
âYou could if you wanted to. You havenât had trouble calling me out for anything else. Iâd deserve it,â he said.
The words hung between the two of you. This was obviously not âanything else.â This wasnât him teasing you with an annoying nickname or insulting your choice of clothing. This was him calling you out with nearly psychic precision, striking each of your insecurities with shattering force.
You simply shook your head. âItâs fine. Iâd really rather just forget about it,â you said.
The ceiling creaked overhead, presumably from Dick walking around while taking that call. You hoped it would last a while longer. For once you didnât want anyone on your side. You didnât want him playing mediator.
Jason seemed reluctant to accept your answer, but given you were the one hurting it wasnât like he had room to argue.
âIf thatâs what you wantâŠâ he said. âBut just⊠I didnât mean what I said.â
Maybe if you were in a better mood youâd roll your eyes or laugh at that. If it wasnât such a sensitive topic, if the words didnât hurt just to recall, if they didnât apply to you, maybe you would have been happy to call him on this too.
âYeah you did,â you said. âBut I donât blame you for it.â
âI donât want-â
âPlease just let me move on from it,â you continued. âI donât want things to be weird from now on just cause you said a couple things about me.â
âIt wasnât just a couple things. You donât have to-â he tried, but you took a couple steps back now.Â
It was too much. You were trying to be the opposite of how you normally would act. You were trying to be better. Why was he pushing back? It felt like there was no way to win.
âIt was, and Iâm ok, really. Iâd rather just leave it in the past and forget. Iâm a big girl. I can handle a few mean words,â you brushed off.
He stared at you with those sad, traumatized-pitbull eyes but didnât say anything more. You headed back to the stairs, following your original plan of retreating to your room for the rest of the day. Maybe time would make this feel better. A few days would allow the pain to dull, and things could go back to normal.
Nearly a week went by, and unfortunately, youâd been wrong. Things had not gone back to normal.
They werenât as bad as that first day. For that first twenty-four hours after, tension was built into the very walls of the penthouse. You stayed in your bedroom, only going downstairs in the evening to grab some food.
Dick lingered around. He so obviously wanted to check on you and make sure you were doing alright while you so obviously did not want to talk about anything related to the incident with Jason. You didnât know what Jason got up to most of that day. He never came up to try and see you or anything. He respected your space like you hadnât with him. That thought made you feel worse.
That night you dreamt about the two of them. It wasnât a nightmare. You didnât thrash around like Jason had the night before. There was no intense action or dire situations. Instead, it felt empty. You walked around a world inside your head where both of them had left you, where they had moved onto other cases and left you behind as nothing more than a memory.
Your eyes opened in the darkness of your room. You didnât have a racing heart or a frantic mind. Rather a sense of melancholic dread rattled around inside your chest.
You decided then and there that you would make sure your dream stayed just that. It wouldnât become real. They wouldnât just serve the rest of their time on your case like some awkward prison sentence. You always got what you wanted, and this would be no exception.
So the next day and every day that came after that you changed your strategy.
The next day you went downstairs, dressed like you normally would. You kept your head held high and your shoulders back, and you acted as if Jason had never called you the poster-child for daddy issues.
Dick seemed willing to play along with you like usual. He didnât acknowledge how upset youâd been, content to move on exactly like you had asked. In his eyes, there was no use prolonging the whole thing. It wasnât like you and Jason had gone back to being at each otherâs throats, so that was good enough for him.
On the other hand, Jason wasnât as easy to satisfy. It wasnât that he disapproved of the way you chose to handle yourself. He wasnât out right mean to you or anything like that either. He simply became⊠distant.
And you fucking hated it. Youâd honestly prefer him tearing into you to whatever weird awkward limbo the penthouse had settled into now.
When the three of you went places, he remained completely professional. His eyes watched everyone in the room but you. And at home he was the same. He kept to himself, stayed silent during meals spare a few comments here and there. He wouldnât joke around with you like before, but he wouldnât mock you either. He was just indifferent, and it was driving you fucking crazy.
Dick tried reassuring you that it was normal. You hadnât done anything wrong, this was just how Jason could be some times. He was a private guy, and when something was bothering him, he kept it to himself until it went away or his frustration bubbled over.
You tried accepting it, but it was a difficult transition. Jason spent most of his free time up in the guest room youâd assigned him to on his first day. A tiny piece of your brain assumed it was only a matter of time until he packed up his things and left you to Dick alone. You could imagine it â just waking up to him being gone. His stuff cleared from his room, his motorcycle gone from the parking lot. Not a word of goodbye. An exit as quick as he entered, leaving no evidence that he was ever a part of your life.
The whole dilemma consumed your thoughts while you tried watching this movie with Dick. You sat against him with his arm around your shoulders, your foot bouncing on the floor while anxiety completely clouded your mind. The fact that you had seen this movie before wasnât helping you focus any.
You looked up at him to check how he was faring but found his head tilted back against the soft cushion. His eyes had fallen shut while his breaths came out at a slow, steady rhythm.
Just to be sure, you nudged him once.
âDick?â you whispered.
Still nothing.
Ever so carefully, you pulled away from his body. Half of you expected him to wake up at the feeling of movement or the sudden lack of warmth pressed to his side, but he didnât. He stayed sound asleep as you retreated from the living room and headed towards the stairs.
You knew it probably wasnât the smartest decision. Shouldnât you have learned your lesson about chasing after Jason? But even if the events of that night repeated, it didnât matter. Fighting would be better than constant, unending tension. That was what you told yourself anyways.
As you crept along the walkway, you didnât hear anything coming from his room. You wondered if he was sleeping already. The lights were still on though. You could see a sliver shining from where the door was opened just a crack.
Upon peeking inside, you didnât know what you expected to see. Whenever Jason was with you, he seemed to do things he knew would entertain you or occupy your attention. Right now though, in the solitary peace of the bedroom, you found him reading.
He was lying on his bed, one hand holding the book apart above his head. His eyes scanned the pages quietly until his other set of fingers came up to turn the page. You stood there for a few moments, contemplating whether or not you should interrupt. But your longing for him won out over the small ability to be considerate you possessed.
You pushed the door open another foot or two and rapped your knuckles on the frame. See, you were being better. Two weeks ago, you never would have knocked.
He looked away from the pages at the sound. Once he saw it came from you, he sat up, putting the book on his nightstand.
âOh, you donât have toâŠâ you started, but really you wanted his full attention, so you stopped yourself short.
âItâs fine. Did you need something?â he said simply.
You stood there for a few moments, not knowing what to do. Because, yes, you did need something. You needed him to stop being so fucking stiff. You were about one monotonous reply away from crawling on your knees and begging for him to disrespect you like a normal person again.
âUm⊠I just wanted to see you,â you said instead. âI just wanted to see how you were doing.â
Taking a leap of faith, you walked into the room a few paces. He didnât tell you to get out or back up, so in your mind, that was a good sign.
âYeah?â he said.
You nodded. âI feel like I havenât seen you that much latelyâŠâ you continued.
A huff of what sounded like laughter came from his lips, yet he didnât appear happy. âWell, Iâm doing fine. Same as always, you know,â he shrugged.
âAre you? You donât seem the sameâŠâ you said, walking even closer to his bed. âI justâŠâ
You couldnât get the words out. Every sentence you spoke felt like traversing a field of landmines.
âYou just what?â he asked.
Your eyes fell to his blankets covering the mattress. Part of you had hoped that he would just understand what you were trying to say. That he would want things to go back to normal as badly as you did.
You sat down on the edge of his bed. Your first instinct was to get more confrontational. Dragging this out was painful. It would be so much easier to strike, to force him to tell you why heâd been acting this way, why heâd been punishing you for his own actions. But you knew that would only make things worse.
âItâs nothing. NevermindâŠâ you finally answered. âWhat were you reading?â
You were trying your hardest to appear unaffected. It wasnât the best performance youâd ever given, but if he saw through it, he spared you the torture of saying something.
âNothing special. Doubt it would be your taste.â
âHow do you know? I like all kinds of things.â
âDo you even like to read?â he asked.Â
âOh come on,â you scoffed. âIâm not stupid if thatâs what youâre trying to say.â
For the first time in days, a bit of his spark flickered back to life.Â
âThatâs not what Iâm trying to say. It just doesnât seem like something youâd enjoy doing. Reading takes patience. Something you donât have a lot of.â
You knew he was joking, but it stung. The words sliced into you like fresh cuts on already wounded flesh. They were just another way he disapproved of you.
âI have the patience⊠I used to do it a lot more when I was younger, but if something interests me, then Iâll read it.â
Getting all sad probably wouldnât help your case, so you tried remaining lighthearted. You didnât want anything serving as a callback to the other night. If that meant shoving your feelings down and putting on the face you wanted him to see, you could. Youâd had a lot of practice at that over the years.
You rolled your eyes and crawled closer to him. âJust tell me what youâre reading,â you said.Â
Maybe you just had to take the first step. If you could entice him into playing along with you, that could repair things.
âWhy are you so interested?â he said. He wasnât moving away at all. That was good.
âI wouldnât be if you werenât being so secretive,â you replied.
The two of you stared each other down for a few seconds before you lunged for the nightstand. He sprung into action just as quickly. His arms looped around your waist, keeping you away from your target. For a split second, everything fell back into place.
You squirmed in his grasp, playfully wrestling him a little. He did it right back. The size advantage he had on you made it a quick struggle. In no time, you were flat on your back, pinned to the mattress with him above.
He gazed down at you, and he looked like the Jason you knew. There wasnât any forced restraint or haunted resignation. His features relaxed, his eyes softened. All as he focused on you.
You opened your mouth to taunt him again but he beat you to it.
âPet Sematary,â he answered. âPretty basic.â
You grinned up at him, elated at his shift in attitude. And he actually smiled back at you. It wasnât a big one, but it rarely was with Jason. If anything, it was the best case scenario for this situation, so you were more than pleased.
That was until his eyes drifted down. It was a natural movement, one he had done many times before while on top of you. But now his pupils didnât catch on your collarbone or breasts. Instead, the marks on your throat brought them to a halt.
The little bruises from his fingers had almost healed by now. They were barely there, close to being completely faded. But that wasnât good enough for him.
He brought one of his hands to your neck. His index finger traced over them, dragging across them as if playing connect the dots. That smile melted away in seconds.
You grabbed his hand, gently wrapping your fingers around his palm. âThey donât hurt,â you said softly.
âDoesnât matter. They shouldnât be there at all.â
âIt was just an accident, Jason,â you said. Your voice had gone so quiet it was only a couple decibels louder than a whisper.
âOne that never would have happened if I was doing my job,â he said. He brought your hand to his lips, leaving a soft kiss on your knuckles before he let you go entirely and sat up.
You followed him upright. âOh come on. This isnât⊠Itâs not like that,â you said. You were trying your hardest to be careful and not overstep again. âEven if you were being the absolute pinnacle of professionalism, that still could have happened.â
âIt wouldnât have,â he said.
âIt could have. Itâs not like you were distracted, so I got hurt or something. It was totally out of your control. There was nothing to protect me from there. You let your guard down because I let you. Because this isnât like your other jobs. You couldnât have done anything to stop this.â
He shook his head, dropping it into his hands for a moment. âI should have known better. Even if thereâs nothing to protect you from, I shouldnât be putting you in danger by letting you get so close to me.â
Without even thinking about it, you rose to your knees behind him. Your arms draped over his shoulders, and you slotted your head against his neck. You could feel his heart beating with your own against his back. Your eyes closed. You couldnât help but think he might have been right in saying you were out of your depth the other night.
âDonât say that,â you whispered with a few kisses to the back of his neck. âYou pushing me away for the whole week feels worse than a few seconds of your hand on my throat.â
His fingers began to trace small lines up and down your forearm. âIt was a few seconds then, but it could have been so much worse. Itâs not worth the risk,â he said.
âYes, you are,â you said, bordering on pleading. Your arms' grip grew tighter around him. âI miss you, Jason. And itâs so fucking stupid because youâre right here. I see you everyday. Youâre only ever a few rooms away. But I miss you. You feel so far away, and I hate it.â
What you really hated was the fact that you could feel your throat starting to close up and tears stinging your eyes. In an attempt to keep them hidden, you squished your face against the back of his neck harder. It had been years since you had this much trouble hiding pain. The last time had to be almost a decade ago, some time during your teenage years.
âIâm sorry,â he said quietly. But he didnât take it back. He didnât pull you closer. He didnât say anything that gave you the impression heâd be letting you in again any time soon.
âDonât be,â you said, your voice cracking against your will. âDonât be sorry, just be normal. Just be how you were. Just stop shutting me out.â
âI canât. Hurting you fucks me up too, you know? I canât do it again,â he said softly. He sighed and gently began to peel your arms off of him. âYouâre a sweet girl. For all your attitude, you got a good heart buried in there somewhere. All that shit I gave you, it was just-â
âWh-what?â you stuttered incredulously. A few tears leaked from your eyes simply because of how much they had widened. You wiped them away as quickly as you could. âWhat are you doing? Why are you talking like this is a break up or something? Like youâre trying to let me down gently?â
Jason rolled his eyes. âIâm trying to make you feel better, but-â
âOh my god. You are. My bodyguard is dumping me,â you said and pulled back from him all on your own.
He looked at you, not in anger or satisfaction. If anything, he just looked tired.
âCall it what you want. I just want you to know that I didnât mean that shit I said, and I donât want you believing any of it. Thatâs it.â
âThatâs it?â you repeated, your regular attitude clawing its way back to the surface. âSo what? Youâre just gonna ignore me for the rest of the time youâre here?â
âNo. Iâm gonna talk to Dick tomorrow about reassignment.â
Hearing that shattered what little you had left of your more demure facade. The words struck you like bullets. You got off the bed and onto your feet. Playing nice was bullshit if this is what it got you.
âWell go ahead then! Do whatever you want! Just leave like nothing ever happened! If you think Iâm gonna beg you to stay here, youâre crazy!â you snapped.
He just stared at you, which only made you feel more pathetic. Here you were yet again, stamping your feet and trying to hold back tears over an argument. The only difference between then and now was he sat behind a desk instead of on the other side of a bed.
You didnât wait for a response. Getting out was all that mattered. You turned on your heel and practically tore the door off its hinges as you left. It stayed ajar while you stormed down the remainder of the walkway. When you went into your own room, that door slammed firmly behind you.
The loud bang from upstairs snapped Dick awake. He came out of the haze of sleep immediately on edge when he realized you were no longer at his side.
After shutting the tv off and rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes, he headed up there. On the way past Jasonâs room, he peered inside. All he got from him was a grim look and a shaking head. At least he could be sure nothing was seriously wrong now.
He headed the rest of the way to your room and slipped inside without a sound. It was quiet in there â dark spare the dim glow of your bedside lamp. Heâd expected worse for some reason. You seething or in tears, pacing with some furniture knocked over or at least a couple pillows scattered around.
But you were just lying on your bed, completely still and silent. It was only when he got closer could he see that you were nearly vibrating with how upset you were.
âHey, you disappeared on me,â he said while approaching the bed. He started off light, trying to get a read on just how bad your mood was. All the bickering heâd seen between you and Jason prior to this was just that â bickering. But the door slamming hadnât sounded like the conclusion to a minor disagreement.
And you gave him no response, so he figured it was worse than whatever he thought.
He sat down on the side of the bed and leaned across to rub your shoulder. Your muscles were taut beneath your skin like a rubber band close to snapping. âWhatâs wrong?â he asked softly.
âJason is a fucking asshole, thatâs what,â you choked out.
That was all you really said about it to him for the rest of the night. Youâd give little pieces here and there about how you hated Jason and you wished heâd just left you alone to begin with. He tried coaxing out the full story, but you wouldnât budge.
He did all that he could â stayed with you until your body went lax and your cries decreased to occasional sniffles. You just needed some time to calm down, he assumed. Tomorrow youâd tell him what happened or heâd find out from Jason, and everything would work out.
However, the morning brought a different story than heâd hoped.
You slept in much later than usual. He figured it was half due to the exhausted state you left yourself in after being so upset and half due to the overcast weather outside. The sea of clouds blocking the sun left your bedroom doused in murky gray, much darker than usual.
Once you were up, he tried offering to take you out for some breakfast. Heâd drive you anywhere you wanted to go. The two of you could even walk around after, maybe do something else until you had to get ready for the fundraiser you were attending in the evening. He thought it would be good. A distraction and a way of keeping you and Jason separated.
But all it got him in return was a glare.
He raised his hands in surrender. âNot in the mood. Thatâs ok. Do you-â
âI donât need you to feel sorry for me or like take me out to pity breakfast or whatever,â you interjected.
âHey,â he said, more serious than he usually spoke. But he had to be. You had more bite in your voice than heâd heard so far. âItâs not like that. Iâm doing anything out of pity, and you should know that.â
âWell thatâs what it feels like. I can deal with being upset, you know. I donât need you trying to handle it or distract me,â you huffed. You rose from your bed and began putting the pillows and blankets back into place with obvious irritation.
It was becoming clear to him that you were just in a pissy mood, and you were going to be difficult for the sake of it. Jasonâs warning from that first day rang through his head again. Maybe his charm had reached its expiration date with you. But unlike Jason, he didnât have a problem remaining cordial with you.
âFine. If you need space, Iâll leave you alone,â he said as he began to back up towards the door.
Before he could leave, you asked one more thing. âHave you talked to Jason yet?â
His brow raised at the word yet. âNo,â he replied.
âYou should. Heâs the one that could use handling,â you grumbled while walking towards the ensuite bathroom.
He just let you go without saying anything else. It was probably for the best that he did talk to Jason while you mellowed out some more.
âWhat did you do?â he asked as he entered Jasonâs room without so much as a knock.
Jason, who had been in the middle of doing some sit ups on the ground next to the large windows, didnât stop his reps upon Dickâs intrusion. He simply glanced over at him, unamused.
âWhat are you talking about?â he asked.
âYou know what Iâm talking about. Why is she so upset?â
Finally, he sat up for good. Though he didnât seem eager to have the conversation. With a bitter laugh, he shook his head and stood up.
âShe told you it was my fault?â he said.
Dick paused before shrugging. âIn so many words.â
He clicked his tongue in disapproval. âShe must be really pissed if she wonât even tell you the full story.â
âSo you tell it to me.â
âThereâs not much to tell. I told her I was sorry, said she was a nice girl, and told her I planned on asking you for reassignment,â he said before looking over directly at Dick. âSo, I guess Iâm asking now. I think I need to be moved to another case. What do you think?â
Dick rubbed his eyes. That would do it. Now it made perfect sense to him why youâd been so agitated. He sighed before making eye contact with Jason again.
âIs that really what you want?â
He nodded, expression hard and unfaltering.
âAlright⊠Iâll see what I can do. Iâll make a few calls tomorrow,â he said. âAre you leaving now? Or-â
âIâll stay till you find me something else. Not like Iâm in a rush. I donât have much else to do,â he shrugged.
âYou gonna come to that fundraiser tonight?â
âMight as well,â he replied.
Dick nodded. âRight⊠Well Iâll let you know when I work something out.â
That served as his parting statement to Jason. There wasnât much else to discuss between the two of them. At least not right now.
He headed out, shutting the door behind him. From there, he didnât know where to go. Technically he had his own room, but the penthouse had become a tangled web of tension. He felt like no place would bring refuge right now.
With a sigh, he headed in that direction anyways. He wasnât happy about Jasonâs decision for more reasons than he could articulate to either of you. Not only were you gonna be even more miserable when he actually left, but Dick didnât want to see him go either.Â
Jason kept things balanced around here. You and him bounced off each other, took out all your frustration towards life on one another. With him around, Dick could always be the good cop. He could forever be the one to take care of you, to fix things. He never had to deal with your attitude before this morning.
But he also didnât want Jason to go because he knew what this was. Heâd done it before. Most severely after that case went wrong, but whenever he made a mistake it seemed he couldnât help retreating.
The same man who never turned down a fight, who talked more shit than anyone else he knew, fled at the first sign of someone wanting to get closer. Dick used to not understand, but heâd drawn conclusions over the years. No one could see the deep cracks along his surface if he ran before they ever got close enough to get a good look.
He flopped back on the bed, noticing how the mattress had less spring than the one in your room. It didnât matter. It would be comfortable enough for him to relax until the three of you had to drive across town for the fundraiser later tonight.Â
Maybe after that he could talk to Jason, try to convince him that this wasnât something he needed to run from. If that didnât work, maybe heâd talk to you about the importance of being able to let things go, that every rejection wasnât a personal attack of the highest degree. Hell, maybe he could just get drunk enough at the fundraiser that the two of you would have to take care of him and come back together over that.
It didnât matter. No option was gonna be fun, easy, or pleasant.
God, why couldnât the two of you just go back to banging things out?
You spent most of the day in the bath. Hours went by with your body submerged in steaming, rose-scented water. It was hot enough to sting. Almost as if you believed the heat could kill the gross feeling of abandonment crawling all over you.Â
Every time the water got cold, youâd refill the tub. Candle light flickered along the walls, painting the pale tiles in shadows. You watched them shift around in silence, not in the mood to occupy your attention with anything. It was too hard to focus. Everything seemed to remind you of your current dilemma, and the inability to distract yourself made you wish you hadnât been so hard on Dick who probably would have been successful at relieving your stress.
Once you finally couldnât stand the feeling of your water-logged skin anymore, you rose to your feet and pulled the drain. The water rushed away in an urgent spiral as you reached for a towel. The pale pink fluff dragged across every inch of your body. You shimmied it around yourself until there wasnât a bead of water left to roll down your skin.
The rest of your routine came in that quiet, practiced way that seemed automatic. You applied a healthy coat of lotion all over, squirted a few different serums into your hands to work onto your face.
By the time you made it back to your bedroom, it was late afternoon. The sun was setting outside. From the lower angle, it cut through the clouds, painting your room a warm orange.
You still had a couple hours before that fundraiser. That stupid fucking fundraiser. Quite possibly the last place on Earth you wanted to go tonight. You couldnât remember what charity it was for, let alone why your father was making you attend. Heâd already won the election. What was the point of kissing ass now?
Staring at your phone, you tried to think of any excuse that could get you out of it. There had to be a way you could stay in and wallow instead of mingling with a bunch of walking bank accounts for the evening. Just one call feigning cramps or somethingâŠ
It wasnât worth it though, and you knew that. If you ditched this thing, youâd have to do something more torturous next week. Youâd get a call from your mother about how much he did for you, how it disappointed him when you couldnât be bothered to show some gratitude.Â
When he expected you at something, you went. That was that. You dressed up all pretty, smiled for pictures, and tried to conceal your misery until you were allowed to slip away. At least now that you were older, you didnât have to go home with them.
You walked over to your closet, running your fingertips along your options for a dress tonight. Your mother had sent you one like she did for all the events you attended with them. It was long, emerald green with off-the-shoulder sleeves. But like with all the gowns she sent you, it would stay hung up on the wardrobe door for the night.
Instead, you selected a dress that was to your liking. It was just as long as the other one but in sparkling silver. The straps were thin on your shoulders, and the waistline was snug around your figure.
You put on some makeup to match and styled your hair with a little more effort than you would on any other day. It was weird. As much as you hated things like this, you found yourself always trying your best with your appearance. No matter how many you went to, you never fully understood your own motivation.Â
Part of you thought it was a way of proving something, showing off to them that you were still at the top of your game no matter what bullshit they threw at you. Another part believed it might be petty. Your mother, for all the years she treated you as competition, could now live with the fact that you were beating her each and every time.
Or then again, sometimes you believed you just liked looking nice. Who was to say?
When you had finished assembling your look, it was almost time to go. The bright orange sun had disappeared beyond the horizon, and the skyscrapers had all lit up in its place. You rose to your feet and slipped on some pumps to go with your dress before heading out of your bedroom for the first time today.
You could hear one of them downstairs in the kitchen. Dick or Jason, you couldnât really tell. The sounds werenât distinct enough to make a real guess. You honestly couldnât say who youâd prefer it be right now. Both would be awkward.
It didnât matter though. Youâd have to face them both before leaving anyways. You headed downstairs and towards the kitchen quietly. Upon getting closer, you saw Dick. He stood there in a crisp black suit, fixing his tie. Even if you were in a shitty mood, you couldnât come close to denying that he looked good.
Once he heard the click of your heels entering the room, he looked up. He seemed to have a similar reaction to your outfit. His pupils raked downward over the length of your dress before returning to your face.
âHey,â he said, his voice soft. It made you feel like total shit. You could snap at him for no reason, and heâd still talk to you as if you were the most precious person on Earth.
âHeyâŠâ you said back.
âYou look beautiful. That dress-â he said with a playful whistle, â-good choice.â
âThank you,â you replied, looking down at the sparkles sewn into the fabric.
The prospect of apologizing for earlier popped into your head, but before you could act on it, another voice interjected.
âReady to go?â Jason asked.
The deep timbre of his words pulled you around to finally face him. You tried to hide your reaction as best you could; though, he probably saw the way your eyes widened based on the smirk that appeared across his lips.Â
Like Dick, Jason wore a dark suit. Only with him, it was much more jarring to you. Dick looked almost natural in nicer clothes. They went right along with his pretty hair and picture-perfect smile. But before this very moment, youâd never even imagined Jason in clothes other than the plain shirts and pants he normally wore.
His shoulders were so broad and his arms so thick that part of you would have thought a suit would look comical on him. But that clearly wasnât the case as he stood before you now, dressed in fabrics tailored to him exactly.
âSee something you like?â he asked. He stepped in your direction before slowly doing a 360, mocking the way youâd shown off to him time and time again.
âIâm looking at you, arenât I? So obviously not,â you said flatly, looking away before you embarrassed yourself further.
âOuch, that hurts, you know,â he said, unable to hide his amusement as he feigned a wince.
âWhy are you even coming? Donât you have some place better to be yet?â
âI didnât know you were so eager to see me go,â he taunted. âBut not yet. Plus, I donât want to miss one of my last chances to enjoy the pleasure of your company.â
Your expression grew more irritated, but before things could get any worse, Dickâs hand landed on the small of your back.
âLetâs head out if weâre all ready to go,â he said.
Reluctantly, you nodded. You shuffled towards the exit of the penthouse, grabbing your clutch off the side table on your way there.Â
Just a few hours. You could get through this.
Your hand shielded your eyes from the few flashing lights that shrouded the entrance of this place. It wasnât a swarm by any means, just a few photographers here and there from local papers. Definitely not the largest crowd youâd seen before the doors of an event you were dragged to.
Not far behind, you could hear Dick handling the valet and Jason shutting the back door. You didnât bother waiting for them. You made your way up the stone steps to the doors of the hotel without stopping for a single picture.
A hand slipped around the crux of your elbow as you got closer to the large glass front. You didnât have to look to know it was Dick. While his and Jasonâs hands werenât that much different physically, their touch was like night and day. The way they grabbed and handled and held alone was enough for you to separate the two.
âSomething wrong?â you asked quietly.
âI should be asking you that with the way you bolted,â Dick replied at the same volume.
You took a brief pause from walking to look over your shoulder at him. A few paces back from him, you spotted Jason lagging behind a bit, keeping clearly intentional distance between him and you.
âIâm fine. Iâm just not in the mood for pictures or any of that,â you said.
âI get it. I just couldnât have you getting so far ahead. I donât know if theyâll let us into this place without you,â he joked.
âTheyâd be doing you a favor,â you sighed before resuming your walk, albeit at a slower pace.
You kept it slow enough that Jason was forced to catch up to you or risk looking out of place. He came to follow at your other side while the three of you strolled through the open entryway.
It led into a foyer of sorts. One with sleek marble floors and a trio of ornate chandeliers dangling from the ceiling. Staircases and elevators led to other floors of the building, but you knew the luxury event hall was just further along on this level.
You didnât speak a word while walking down a spacious hall. It didnât take long to reach the room you were looking for. It was one of the first ones to your left.
The door was propped open, giving you a preview of your night. A warm glow doused the room. Tables took up most of the space, and there was a bar off to the side. Patrons meandered about, drinks in hand while they talked to one another. Wordless music drifted out from inside, loud enough to provide a background to conversations without overtaking them.
Without trying to give away how much you dreaded this whole thing, you stepped forward. You tugged your arm free of Dickâs hold before heading in further at the pace of someone wading shark infested waters.Â
At first, you didnât recognize around half of the guests. They could have been out-of-state invites or some of the foundationâs employees. Maybe they were just people in this city whose circles you never had the pleasure of mixing with.
But as you got deeper into the room, familiar faces started sprouting up like weeds. You saw a handful of his associates along with their spawn littered throughout the place. A couple of them waved to you. They smiled at you with the manufactured joy of people you were forced to socialize with during adolescence. You offered a fake smile back though and gave them a lazy flick of your wrist as acknowledgement.Â
Dick and Jason werenât talking at all. They offered no distractions or relief from this crowd. You ended up glancing in their directions once or twice to make sure they were still there. Of course, they were. Dick was watching the place, observing the other people here with thoughtful eyes. Jason was also focused on them, but for a visibly different reason. Disdain oozed from his very being. He didnât hide the fact that he loathed these people like you did. A sliver of you wondered if any of that judgement rubbed off onto his perception of you. As if it wasnât tarnished enough already.
All you wanted was to find an open table. Most of them were occupied by a couple of people or had drinks scattered on top of them, marking that someone had already claimed part of it. You wanted one that offered the largest chance at no talking.
You thought you spotted one over towards the wall opposite the bar. Just as you were about to dash for it, you noticed the group standing a few feet from it. They were a collection of a suits with dresses attached to their arms, but only one pair shot a wave of nausea into you. Your mother and father in all their glitzy, artificial glory.
Before you could escape to the bar or hide in the bathroom, he had his sights on you. He called out to you in that tone that naturally boomed across the distance. You wished you could dissolve into the floor. Or, at the very least, collapse and have to be carted away from them off to the hospital.
They were the people you most wanted to avoid speaking to unless it was completely necessary, the two individuals that were absolutely guaranteed to make your mood worse, so of course, youâd spot them right away. And of course, theyâd drag you into a conversation you wanted no part of.
Your mother started gesturing you over along with him. You forced your feet to move step by step in their direction. The fake smile didnât find its way to your lips this time.
On the bright side of things, your father had all but dismissed the other men heâd been talking to by the time you approached him. That was for the best for both of you. With the mood you were in, you werenât confident in your ability to bullshit smalltalk with his colleagues.
You could barely stand the hug he pulled you into. Pressed against his side, you mumbled out âHi, dad.â
He smiled down at you as he let you stand straight again. âYouâre late,â he said. âI almost thought weâd missed you or something.â
âNo⊠there was just traffic,â you replied, smoothing your dress out a bit.
âThatâs why I offered to send you a driver for tonight.â
His hand came out to gently pinch at the flesh of your cheek. You couldnât turn your head away fast enough. It was more humiliating than normal. Jason and Dick were right there. You didnât want to sound petulant, but the entire display made you look like a spoiled child.
âA different person driving the car wouldnât have made the traffic clear up any faster,â you said.
He chuckled before sighing, making a show of your denial for the rest of your little group. âYou keep growing up, but I can always count on that attitude never changing.â
You gritted your teeth to stifle down the response you might have given if there wasnât a crowd of strangers around. Instead, you focused your attention on your mother, offering a wave in her direction.
She reached out for you, her hands smoothing over your shoulders and down your arms in place of a verbal hello.
âYou didnât like the dress I picked for you?â she asked.
âIt was fine. I just wanted to wear this one tonight.â
She just hummed and raised her brows. Calculated indifference. A weapon in her arsenal she used against you often. You fucking hated it but wished you could wield it in your own right just as much. That was one thing you hadnât gotten from her. The ability to detach with total ease. To ice everyone out and leave them still so desperate to be let back in again.
Useful attributes like those had skipped you right over. Youâd inherited her eyes and figure, her volatile emotions and apparent need to handle everything in the most dramatic fashion possible. The small part of you that always felt spited, neglected, looked over â you were convinced it came from her as well, either in the form of genetics or learned behavior.
She was everything you loathed about yourself in the form of someone else. She was the future you didnât want, a walking ghost of a past you got to live in right now.
You stared at this older, sadder version of yourself for a few more seconds before she did you the favor of looking towards the men behind you.
âWho are your friends, sweetheart?â
âTheyâre not friends. Theyâre the bodyguards dad hired,â you said flatly. You werenât in the mood and she wasnât worth a more accurate label. You glanced back at them one at a time. âThis is Dick, and thatâs Jason.â
âNice to meet you,â Jason said, formal as ever. He stuck out his hand and shook hers.
Then Dick swooped in with his own hand, a smile already on his face. âIt really is,â he said.
You couldnât stop yourself from rolling your eyes. The prince charming thing was cute when he was doing it to you. Not your mother.
She looked him up and down, a faint smile on her lips. âYouâll have to forgive my mistake. Neither my husband nor my daughter keep me in the loop with these kinds of things,â she said.
You could feel your blood pressure rising by the second.
âBecause theyâre just precautionary. They donât actually do anything,â you said.
Your father cut you off. âDonât be disrespectful. They do what I ask of them. They keep you safe. They keep you out of trouble.â
They keep you controlled. That was the final statement that went unspoken. Not that you minded. It wasnât close to being true. You could only imagine the conniption fit heâd have if he caught wind of the fact that heâd basically been paying them to rearrange your insides on the daily for the past several weeks.
His attention landed specifically on Jason next. âI donât think weâve met face-to-face before. Itâs nice to meet you.â He stuck out his hand for a shake.
And Jason reciprocated without falter. âLikewise, sir,â he said.
Sir. You actually laughed. Jason could call you whatever he wanted but at least you had enough of a spine to not feign respect for people you could barely stand.
âDonât feel too bad about it. Heâs gonna be leaving soon anyways,â you said, trying to mask the bitterness lacing your tone.
That got everyoneâs eyes on you. Your mother and father looked skeptical while Jason was almost glaring. Dick seemed concerned, but you were too irritated to care at this point.
âIs that so?â your father said, his eyes shifting from your direction back to Jason. âThatâs a shame, but it wouldnât be the first time sheâs run someone off.â
âDad-â
âOh, itâs nothing like that,â Jason said before you had the chance to snap. âSheâs been a peach. Thereâs just another case that requires my attention.â
You wondered why he was even bothering with a lie. âYeah. I didnât run him off. Heâs choosing to walk away,â you subtly shot at Jason.
Completely ignoring your comment, your father continued. âWell youâd be welcome back any time. Around my building or at some of our events. Even if she ever needed anyone again. I mean really, youâve done such a good job with her. Sheâs mellowed out over the years, but by now, I usually would have gotten some kind of complaint.â
The words chipped at you bit by bit. Maybe if you didnât resent him so much it wouldnât have mattered. His remarks would feel like the playful ribbing he wanted them to sound like. They wouldnât serve as bitter reminders of the image he painted of you, of how he took all of your bad decisions and shitty ways of handling things and made them who you were.
After taking a sip from her champagne glass, your mom looked at Jason too. âYou two must have the patience of saints. The next time I go out of the country, Iâll have to get your number from my husband.â
You couldnât take it anymore. âOh please, mother. He barely tolerated me. I doubt heâll want to be around either of the people who made me this way.â
And suddenly, it was awkward. Suddenly, they were all looking at you again, but this time with something close to pity. You couldnât fucking take it. They could talk about you like you werenât there, even shake hands over it for godâs sake, but you saying something in the same vein was too far apparently.
With a roll of your eyes, you mumbled, âIâm thirsty. Iâm gonna go get a drink,â and then wasted no time before turning on your heel and walking off.
The heat of humiliation sweltered around your head like a monsoon cloud. It was a distant feeling, but familiar all the same. You didnât understand it â why they stabbed at your insecurities so openly, why you reacted the same way after all these years.
Youâd nearly reached the bar when a hand clasped around your bicep, stopping you in your tracks. Your head whipped around, ready to annihilate whoever was interfering with your escape plan.
âHey, itâs just me,â Dick said softly. âYou took off so fast. I just wanted to check on you, make sure youâre alright.â
He stood there with his worried expression and eyes full of the desire to help. Any other day you might have collapsed into his arms right then and there, desperate for him to make it better. But tonight your inflamed sense of rejection had control of the wheel.
âIâm fine,â you said.
âYou donât look it.â
âWell I am.â
He hesitated for a moment but persisted. Even with the groups of people scattered all around you, talking and moving about, he was determined to not let you slip away.
âYou can tell me. We can talk about âreal stuff,â remember? Iâm not trying to-â he started.
âThereâs nothing to tell. I just canât take them with their fake bullshit, and I canât fucking take Jason going right along with it. Thatâs it.â
âThatâs not nothing,â he said. âAnd I donât blame you. Iâm not gonna-â
âLook, I donât need your help, Dick,â you said, quiet enough not to draw further attention. âI donât need you to try and tell me itâs ok or that I didnât do anything wrong. I donât need you to look at me like Iâm some kind of broken Barbie doll for you to fix. This-â you gestured wildly at yourself, â-is just who I am, ok? I donât need you making me feel like Iâm any better.â
He didnât try reaching for you again. You couldnât blame him in the slightest, yet part of you still felt disappointed as his expression lost its persistence. Without physically moving at all, he retreated, pulled away from you and rescinded the lifesaver heâd thrown your way.
Your eyes stung as you turned around and stalked the rest of the way to the bar. This whole thing was spiraling so far out of proportion, and you just couldnât get a handle on it. You quietly ordered yourself a drink, something strong enough to take the edge off. Something that could loosen you up and make you less likely to lose it on the next person who spoke to you.
Jason stood against the wall, watching as Dick came skulking back like a dog with his tail between his legs. Heâd managed to drift away from your parents pretty easily after you stomped off. The area he was in now was relatively uncrowded. A couple of tables kept it blocked off enough that no one accidentally wandered over.
Dick came to lean next to him, his eyes still out on the main part of the room, intentionally avoiding your silhouette at the bar.
âShe didnât wanna talk,â he said flatly.
âOf course she didnât,â Jason shrugged.
Dick sighed. He glanced at Jason for a moment, taking in his nonchalance towards your little episode.
âI know she gets on your nerves, but I think sheâs really upset. I donât think this is for attention or to cause a scene,â he said.
But Jason didnât relent at all. âIâm sure she is. But sheâs a big girl. If she wants help, she can ask for it. She can do more than stomp off like a teenager who got grounded.â
The conversation could have died there. In a way, Jason was right, and Dick knew it. You could communicate better. You could actually handle things like you claimed you had the ability to instead of sulking and avoiding. But he also knew it was a double-edged sword. Jason wasnât the best at communication either. Trying to get the two of you to work together was like expecting brick walls to close the gap in an alleyway.
After a few minutes of silence, Dick tried again.
âEven if I donât find you a case by tomorrow, I think you should leave, man,â he said quietly.
Jason turned his head, looking him in the eyes. âYouâre kicking me out?â he asked, almost mocking.
Without a trace of humor, Dick nodded. âIf thatâs how you wanna take it, then yeah, I guess I am. Hanging around isnât good for either of you. It drives you crazy, and it makes her sad. And I donât want to be the one dealing with it all the time either, so I think if youâre done with her, you should just go.â
Despite the chatter of conversation and the hum of music all around them, the room felt silent for a moment. A shadow seemed to cast over Jason. His arms crossed over his chest and his gaze went back to the other part of the room. Some part of what Dick said had bothered him.
âIâll try talking to her,â he finally said. âBut if she throws a fit, then Iâll be done.â
For the first time in a while, Jasonâs choice surprised Dick. He nodded, wanting to offer encouragement but fearing if he gave too much support, Jason would change his mind.
He took a breath before pushing off the wall and heading in that general direction. Dick watched from the same spot, silently hoping this wouldnât end in a screaming match or security having to separate the two of you. You had seemed pretty upset when he went after you, but he wasnât the one whoâd done the damage. His comfort couldnât heal your wound as easily.
His hopes didnât go anywhere though because about halfway to the bar, Jason turned back to him with a perplexed look. He said something, but Dick couldnât hear. He followed in that direction, allowing his ears to pick up the message the second time.
âSheâs not over there.â
âAre you sure?â he asked, instantly looking for himself.
Sure enough, you were nowhere to be found. Dick brushed past Jason to get closer, his mind snapping into work-mode without missing a beat. He scanned the whole area, the surrounding crowd and the spots behind taller patrons. Still nothing.
âFuck,â Dick said and rubbed his face.
âSheâs probably still here,â Jason said. âIt hasnât been that long. She couldnât have gotten too far away.â
Dick nodded. This wasnât a matter of life or death. It wasnât like other cases where losing sight of a client could mean the next time they saw you youâd be on the floor in a pool of blood or photographed in the paper after being found in a river. Rather, this was a question of whether or not next week theyâd still be employed. Whether or not their firm would be able to find work in this city for much longer. Your parents had been singing their praises only minutes ago, but he could only imagine how fast that would change if you got into some sort of trouble.Â
He could see it going wrong in so many ways. Different scenarios flashed through his mind like warnings. He could just imagine you wreaking drunken havoc out in the lobby. He could picture you picking up his car from the valet, taking it on a joy ride around town till you crashed into something.
His eyes swept the room one more time. He checked to be sure you werenât moping around the edges or slumped over at a table anywhere. Once he was sure youâd left this room at the very least, he waved towards the door.
âLetâs check out there before we start thinking of any other place,â he said.
Jason went along without protest.
The two of them left the banquet hall and headed back down the hallway theyâd come. They eyed each group meandering throughout, but you still werenât there.
They reached the lobby. Luckily, you werenât at the front desk having a meltdown. You werenât around any of the other guests entering the main doors. You werenât collapsed on the stairs. Dick was about ready to accept that youâd left when Jason broke him from his thoughts.
âYouâve got to be fucking kidding me.â
Dickâs head snapped in Jasonâs direction before following his eyeline to a large pillar near the set of elevators. Finally, you were in view. Your back was pressed to the marble, some guy leaning into your bubble. His laminated ID dangled between your bodies. Your fingers toyed with the hem of his tie.
Jason sounded and looked actually pissed. Dick knew he probably shouldnât be the one to handle it if they didnât want to cause a scene. But before he could suggest anything else, Jason was talking.
âGo get the car. Iâll be out there with her in a couple of minutes.â
âJason, donât-â
âDonât worry, dad. Iâm just gonna talk to her. Like you said,â he said. Though his expression gave the impression that a civil conversation was the last thing on his mind.
But he was already stalking over to the two of you, so Dick figured having the escape route ready was the best case scenario at this point.
As you twirled this guyâs crimson tie around your index finger, you also came to the realization that you had no idea what you were doing.
Heâd been next to you at the bar when you threw back the shot youâd ordered. It took a second, but you recognized him after a moment of staring. You hadnât seen him in years, not since your second semester of college. He hadnât changed much since then. A different haircut, a nicer outfit, but he was still the same guy whoâd come over at any time of night if you sent him a text about needing to have some fun.
And you needed some fun right now. You needed a distraction, and the way he was looking you up and down in return told you he was willing to to be one for the next couple of hours.
It didnât take much to coax him away with you. A gentle touch of your hand upon his forearm, a lip bite, and a couple of innuendo-ridden statements about catching up and taking a trip down memory lane, and he was following you out like a dog on a leash.Â
Men at these things were easy, and he was no exception. They wanted everyone to think they were so smart, so respectable, but they treated it as barely a step above a bar. At the end of the day, it was a place to find a hookup for the night before they headed back to the capitol or another event in the morning.
He was staying a couple blocks away at a more budget-friendly hotel. According to his ID and the facts heâd eagerly shared about himself, he was chief of staff for a representative also in attendance at the fundraiser.
You stood against the wall now, looking up at him. Heâd called an uber, and now it was just a waiting game. Enough time for you to either double down or regret your mistake before youâd even made it.
Neither came to pass. Jason appeared beside you and your suitor faster than you could get away.
âThere you are. I thought Iâd lost you,â he said. His voice sounded lighthearted, but upon looking in his eyes, you knew that wasnât the case.
âIf only,â you shot back with a false smile.
âYou know, if you wanted some attention, youâd only have to ask Dick,â he mocked. âThereâs no need for the disappearing act.â
You stared at him with pure hatred â something much stronger than your normal annoyed side eye â as if you could will him away with the intensity of your anger alone. The guy whoâd been so interested in you only seconds ago stood up straight.
âWho is this?â he asked, glancing between you and Jason.
âHeâs no one,â you answered.
He looked at you with suspicion. That answer wasnât gonna satisfy him. Not when the no one in question was someone like Jason. Someone who stood at least six inches taller and weighed a minimum fifty pounds heavier.
A few seconds passed before he fully turned to Jason. âLook, man, if youâre her boyfriend, she didnât tell me anything about that. Iâm sorry-â
âHeâs not my boyfriend. He works for my dad-â you tried to cut in.
âIâm her bodyguard. But I do have some advice, kid,â he said, eyes flitting down to the badge hanging from his neck. âConsider this a favor. If you want any kind of job in Washington, banging a senatorâs daughter when sheâs got a few drinks in her probably isnât the best way to go.â
âI didnât-â you started but he already had a response.
âMaybe I should leave you two to work things outâŠâ he said, clearly not wanting to deal with all of your drama.
âNo! You donât have to-â you tried.
But Jason smiled at him and ended the conversation with two words. âGreat idea.â
Your old âfriendâ slipped back several feet, tapping the screen on his phone, if you had to guess, to cancel the ride. You rolled your eyes. He couldnât even give you a wave goodbye before fading into the background with some other group of people.
Your attention snapped back to Jason, a glare already settled in your eyes. âIâm not drunk. I didnât have that much to drink.â
âThen why are you acting like this?â he said, somewhere between taunting and serious.
âOh fuck off! What? Are you jealous? You already told me you didnât want anything to do with me!â you said, loud enough that a few people nearby looked your way. You went to swat at his chest, but he caught your wrist with ease.
He stepped closer, almost assuming the position that the other guy had vacated. âThatâs not what I said,â he said, voice lowered. âAnd despite what you may think, I care about you. I donât want you doing something youâll regret or getting hurt just because youâre upset with me.â
âGive me a fucking break,â you scoffed. âYou have no right. Itâs not your job to stop me from making decisions you donât approve of.â
âThis isnât about what I approve of. Iâm getting paid to keep you out of trouble, so thatâs what Iâm doing.â
âHm. It wasnât considered trouble when you were the one getting to fuck me,â you said.
That touched a nerve. The air went cold around the two of you. Nearby crowds faded further into the backdrop. You stared at each other as if it was a contest with survival on the line.
Your wrist was still in his grasp, his strong fingers wrapped around your limb tight. You couldnât just walk away even if you wanted to. But honestly, you didnât want to. This hurt in the best kind of way. This was what you were used to, lashing out, tearing into another person and then letting them rip you to shreds right back.
Tension stirred between you both hot enough to create an electrical charge. You swallowed hard, waiting to see what he would do next. It was his move in this little game. His eyes stayed on you, pensive as he contemplated how to proceed.
âLook. I understand that youâre pissed at me, but youâre embarrassing yourself. You didnât want to sleep with that guy. You wanted to make us feel bad or make yourself feel bad or I donât even know. But itâs enough. Youâre acting like a kid who got her favorite toy taken away,â he said quietly.
You could tell he was trying his best to stay cool, but his words had the opposite effect on you. He had hit the bullseye with that one. That ache in your chest grew more intense, strong enough to push a fresh wave of tears up into your eyes.Â
âHow dare you. You think youâre the toy? Thatâs rich,â you spat bitterly.
His brows furrowed. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â he said.
You tugged your wrist away hard to get free, but you didnât go anywhere. You stepped forward, closing the minuscule amount of distance left between the two of you.
âYou used me, Jason. You played with me until you got bored,â you choked out. âYou didnât have a problem being around me when I let you fuck me whenever you felt like it, but the second I wanted a little more, you just threw me away.â
âThatâs not true,â he said, not even taking a moment to consider. It was an immediate defense.
âItâs not? Really? You know it is,â you seethed. âYou try to act like youâre so much better than me, like Iâm so pathetic, but youâre just as bad. Youâre pathetic. You protect people for a living, but really, you watch out for yourself. You take what you want from people, and then leave when it gets hard for you.â
âReally?â he hissed. As if the two of you were magnetized, he seemed to be drifting further into your personal space with every moment that passed. The only thing keeping him quiet was the potential of causing a public scene. âThatâs what you think? That I take? That I donât care?â he asked.
âI know you donât,â you said, simple and petulant but with enough force to wound.
Quicker than you could blink, the hand that was on your wrist pulled hard and began dragging you to the hotelâs front exit. You stumbled along behind Jason. For the sake of your dignity, you put on a show of resisting a little.Â
He didnât even seem to register it. The two of you continued through the lobby without incident. Attendants stood near the doors, saying goodbye and helping guests with luggage. Their customer-service smiles faltered as Jason blew by with you in tow. The look on his face was enough to ward off any goodnights from anyone.
You nearly tripped as he brought you onto the stone steps out front. The front of your heel snagged on a door stopper, but his strong grip was enough to keep you upright.
âJason!â you scolded. âSlow down! I wanna avoid face planting and breaking my nose if possible.â
âKeep up then. You didnât have any problem being fast when you were trying to run off with that little prick,â he said.
Thunder clapped in the sky above. It had started pouring rain some time between when you first entered the venue and now. You were still under part of the entry structure, so the water wasnât hitting you yet. It was getting closer with each one of Jasonâs forceful strides. You could see it smacking against the ground several yards away.
âWhere are we even going?â you asked.
âWhere do you think? To the car. Dick should have it back from valet by now,â he said. âYouâre going home, and then youâre going to your room.â
You knew he said it on purpose. He phrased it like that to rile you up, to poke at you. But it worked nonetheless.
âDonât talk to me like that!â you snapped and smacked his bicep with the back of your free hand as hard as you could.
Your hardest was nothing to him though. He whipped around faster than any human should be able to and grabbed your jaw.
âDo it again, and I swear Iâll fucking put you over my shoulder. Iâll carry you to the car kicking and screaming in front of all your daddyâs friends,â he said.
A chill shot through your body. For once, you didnât have anything to say. Seeing him like that, jaw flexing, eyes blazing⊠you didnât doubt that he would pick you up and cart you off like a bratty little kid if you didnât listen.
He released your face and turned around, continuing in the direction of the street. The covering above ended in a few paces. Droplets of rain began pelting down on your skin, getting your dress and hair wet.
âThis isnât changing my mind, you know!â you called out to him from behind. Your desire to have the last word won out over self-preservation every time. âDragging me through the rain, being all mean just cause you canât handle the truth!â
He didnât even stop walking to placate you. âNot a single word of what you said was the truth,â he said.
âJust because you donât like it doesnât make it not true!âyou say. âThis is exactly what I was saying! You canât just have a conversation! You have to feel in control!â
âShut the fuck up,â he said. His fingers were digging into your arm hard enough to bruise, but he still kept walking. âYou donât know what youâre talking about.â
The curb was coming up fast. You knew he was reaching the boiling point, but you didnât care. You wanted to keep prodding and picking him apart until he crumbled.
âOf course I donât. Because nobody can understand the great tragedy that is Jason Todd. Weâre all too clueless and naive to know what youâve been through,â you spat.Â
The both of you brushed past the valet drivers like you had the employees inside. Jason briefly glanced at either side of the street to ensure the two of you wouldnât be mowed down in the middle of this pleasant discussion.
He wasnât giving you the reaction you wanted though.
âThe reality is that you donât want help, Jason! You act like youâre so irredeemable, like itâs not a choice, but it is! You keep running away and locking everyone out because youâd actually have to improve if you let them in! Youâre gonna be alone forever, and it will be all your fault!â you said just as the two of you reached where Dick was waiting in the car across the street.
It was then, beside the sleek metallic black exterior, that he finally, truly cracked. He spun around, one hand clamping over your mouth and one pressing your shoulder to the car. You stared up at him with wide-eyes, taking in what youâd reduced him too.
âBe quiet,â he said. âJust stop fucking talking.â
The pressure on your face wasnât that hard. Without much effort, you slipped one of your own hands up and pried his off. You opened your mouth to speak again, but he cut you off.
âYou think I like pushing you away? That I like not knowing how to let you in?â he asked. His voice sounded strained, almost broken. âDo you think itâs fun for me to watch you get hurt and then tell me what a piece of shit I am? Do you think I want to leave you because I donât know how to fix anything?! Donât you think I wish I could be more like Dick? That you came to me as easily as you did him?â
Your heart pounded so hard in your chest that the sound rivaled the storm clouds. Streams of water dribbled down over his face like longer forms of tears. His damp hair stuck to his forehead. He looked like a mess.
âHow am I supposed to know any of that if you donât tell me?!â you asked, your voice cracking in shame a little. âI wasnât trying to fix you or change you or whatever. I just wanted to be more than a client you tell stories about in the future.â
The argument stalled between you and him. He was breathing heavily, only a little harder than yourself. The pressure on your shoulder eased as his hand slid to the side and flatted against the car window. His other fingers went beneath your chin, tilting your head up. Your noses were less than an inch away.
âI swearâŠâ he mumbled. âYouâre such a brat. Think you know everything, but youâre fucking blind if you really believe you mean so little to me.â
There were no words in any language that could convey the emotion that flooded your body. He took your breath away while filling you with the most vigor youâd ever experienced. The dwindling anger in you vanished entirely. You could only think to do one thing.
Your hands wrapped around his neck and pulled him, closing the tiny gap between your lips. He didnât pull away. His hands fell to your waist, keeping your body as close as physically possible to his.
In the back of your mind, you knew this wasnât the smartest move. Youâd already put on quite the show on the way here. The last thing you needed would be someone spotting you across the street and bringing the news to your father that you were making out with some stranger against another oneâs car.
But none of that really mattered right now. It couldnât. Not when you had Jasonâs tongue entering your mouth. Not when you were stumbling around to the passenger door. Not when he was groaning against your lips in a way you hadnât felt in what seemed like eternity.
He popped the door open before falling inside and tugging you on top of him. You slammed it shut behind the two of you, barely making sure your dress was all the way inside before diving in for more kisses.
âWoah, what did I miss?â Dick said from the driverâs seat.
âShut up and drive the car,â Jason mumbled against your lips.
âI leave you two alone for five minutes, and I swearâŠâ he said. You could hear that smug smile in every word.
The headlights beamed onto the slick road in front of the car. Rain continued knocking against the roof as he put into drive and took off. Dick had the radio on low in the background. The sound of your kisses combined with your and Jasonâs breathing muffled it substantially.
You cupped Jasonâs jaw, keeping his face level with yours. Your tongue flicked across his lips before delving into the warm cavern of his mouth. A small sigh fanned over your face, warm air that felt cool from the beads of water all over your skin.
He was just as eager as you. His hands stayed on your hips, gripping through the shimmery fabric of your dress. The skirt of it was already riding up from your position, and you were certain heâd have up around your waist in no time.
You ground yourself down on him, rolling your hips a few times in fluid motions. A quiet groan crept up his throat.
âYou feeling a little desperate, baby?â he murmured. âBeen a whole week since I had you.â
âMhm,â you whimpered, pressing yourself down on him again.
He gave your ass a quick slap, a bit of encouragement before his fingers dug into the plush flesh. You moaned and dropped your head to his neck. Your lips found refuge in the skin there. You kissed up and down his throat with the same fervor you had for his lips. Little beads of water slid onto your mouth, rolling down from the strands of his hair.
Your teeth scraped over the pulsing artery in his neck. The sting of him wanting reassignment was still scorching inside you, so you wanted to leave some marks on him. Tiny purple flecks he could take with him on his new job.
âYou were throwing such a fit⊠all cause you missed me,â he murmured right beside your ear.
âCause you were being mean to me,â you corrected.
âMmmm⊠thatâs right. I guess I was,â he said.
He shifted underneath you, leaning further back into his seat. You chased after him with your wanting mouth. Your hands fell between your body towards his pants. You were more than ready to get to some real making up, but he stopped you short. His fingers clasped around your wrist and tugged it away.
âBut it was only cause you were giving me such a hard time.â
He smirked as you whined in disappointment. You tried reaching down again, but like youâd learned many times before, your will was no match for his strength. He flipped you around on his lap with ease so that your back was flush against his chest.
Now his fingers tucked beneath the hem of your dress and yanked it upwards. He bunched the fabric just above your panties, leaving the lacy white exposed.
âYou wouldnât let me apologize, wouldnât let me leave in peace, said some real nasty stuff to me, tried running off with some other guy,â he whispered, his breath hot on your neck.
âYou deserved it,â you huffed as you wriggled in his hold.
Was using the painful events of the past week as foreplay the best way to cope with the ache they left behind? Probably not. But really, all you took away from that was that he sounded a little bit jealous, which had you preening more than anything else.
Jasonâs hand slithered down your body to the space between your thighs. His fingers found your clothed cunt with practiced ease, almost muscle memory. He rubbed the thick pads of them over your clit, swirling over the little bud in rough loops.
A moan erupted out of you into the car. Your head flew back against Jasonâs shoulder. It wasnât like youâd been totally celibate since you and Jason fought, but his and Dickâs touches were different from each other. Not better or worse, just different. And youâd been missing Jasonâs half of that whole.
In the midst of your ecstasy, Dick reached up towards the rearview mirror and angled it down to get a look at the action.
âHey,â you whimpered with a little pout.
âWhat?â he laughed. âYou were giving me a hard time too, sweetheart. I deserve a little compensation.â
âThatâs right. Let Dick watch. If heâs not taking your side, you know you were pretty bad,â Jason said.Â
His freehand came up to paw at your breast. It slid under the top of your dress, getting his palm on your bare skin. Your flesh was smooth as silk, malleable and pliant under his command. He squeezed it nice and tight how you like before his fingers began toying with your nipple.
The car came to a stop at a red light. You kept moving, writhing and squirming on his lap. Your heels came off at some point. They dropped to the floor with one another. Dick watched with his full attention now. His eyes raked over your face and your gyrating torso, your swiveling hips and finally Jasonâs digits delving under your panties to get at your pussy.
He didnât waste time. The tip of his fingers poked at your entrance before the rest of them slid inside. He pumped them in and out. You were wet enough to make it easy, and your arousal only spread with every thrust of his wrist.
You mewled, arching your back off his chest. Your eyes rolled back so hard you thought you saw the headrest behind you.
âYou're lucky these windows are tinted, princess. Otherwise youâd be giving the car next to us a real show,â Jason teased.
Your walls spasmed around his fingers. You turned your head to the side, lazily glancing out the window with half-lidded eyes. The vehicle to your right had a man and a woman around your parents' age. They sat with their eyes on the signal ahead, waiting for it to flip over from red to green. Both of them remained completely oblivious to the scene stopped beside them.
âWould you like that, baby? Everyone seeing how bad you want me, how desperate you get without me taking care of you for a little while?â he breathed. âHow pretty you look when youâre all worked up?â
To go along with his words, his hand left your chest and crept towards the button to open the window. It took your brain a couple of seconds to register what the movement actually meant.
âJason!â you whined, bucking your hips and grabbing his hand away.
Both him and Dick laughed. His arm snuck around you, pulling you close as could be.
âIâm joking, Iâm joking,â he said. âNo one else gets to see that. Just me and Dick.â
âJust you and Dick,â you repeated with a faint nod.
Your body melted against his radiating warmth. You relaxed again, letting the pleasure overtake you once again. He was rubbing you just right. The heel of his palm ground on your sensitive clit while his two fingers continued to curl inside of you.
You were fast approaching the edge. Your breaths came quicker, your limbs got more fidgety. But just as you began to crest that high, the light beaming into the car swapped to green. With the red went your pleasure, fizzling out as his fingers pulled away.
âJason!â you said again in that same whiny tone. You tried to smack his arm, but he was quick enough to block.
âWhat?â he teased, pecking at your neck and cheek.
In the haze of a lost orgasm, you struggled to get the words out. You looked to Dick for help, but his eyes were back on the road. He tutted, sensing your indignant look.
âAh-ah. You didnât want my help, remember?â he said.
âIâm sorry,â you whined. Your bottom lip started to puff out into your signature look. âCanât you guys gimme a break this one time. I was upset too, yâknowâŠâ
Jason let out a breathy laugh behind your ear. âYeah, you were,â he said softly between a few more kisses.
His hand made its way back down to your center and stayed there for the remainder of the drive. He kept you on the edge, bringing you close enough just to teeter but not actually finish. It drove you crazy in the best way.
You didnât even notice your surroundings as Dick turned off of the main road and pulled into the parking lot for your building. It only dawned on you that you were back home when he shut the car off and the engine went quiet.Â
Jason pulled his hand from your panties again, this time for good. Your head floated off his shoulder and glanced around. By now, your legs felt as wobbly as a baby deer and your head was spinning without the constant rush that had been coursing through you for the last twenty minutes.
Even though you hadnât cum, the same sort of needy longing welled up inside you while looking between the two of them. Jason was just grinning at your little stupor while Dick had a bit more fondness written on his face.
You couldnât help it. Before you knew what was happening, you were crawling over the center console into Dickâs lap. Your arm wrapped around his neck and your lips peppered kisses all across his face.
âIâm sorry I was giving you a hard time,â you mumbled. Jason being mad at you was one thing â almost a natural stage in the cycle of your relationship at this point â but Dick having any sort of negative feeling towards you? Dick who was so sweet and caring and everything you needed whenever you needed it? That could not stand.
He chuckled, his lips curving into a smile under all your affection. âThatâs alright,â he said softly. âYou were just having a shitty day. It happens.â
âNot to you,â you said, only half-joking.
âTo me too.â He smiled.Â
On the opposite side of the car, the passenger door popped open and Jason got out, the straps of your heels hooked around his index finger. He ducked back in, giving you two a look that suggested he wanted to move things along.
âYou got her?â he asked.
Dick nodded in return.
The door slammed shut, and his hands rubbed up and down your back. âYou wanna walk orâŠâ
âOr.â You nodded.
Returning one of your small kisses, he opened the driver door. He shifted you off his lap before stepping out. You watched him move, admired how the nearby lamppost cast a glow over his fluffy hair and striking features, ogled how his arms flexed as he fixed the skirt of your dress.
After he deemed your appearance suitable if anyone happened to spot you on the way in, he lifted you from the seat and nudged the door shut. He held you like a princess while walking to the sleek entrance of your building, and with the stars sparkling overhead, he looked the part of prince charming.
You let your head fall back over his arm as the three of you headed in towards the elevator. The doorman nodded at Dick and Jason as they passed with you. You doubted anything they saw would get back to your father, but just in case, youâd rather have them report that youâd had one too many at the event than the fact that you were making out, ready to fuck both of your bodyguards as soon as the elevator struck floor 70.
Once those doors shut to give you three the privacy of the cabin, you were squirming out of Dickâs arms onto your feet. You reached up towards Jason, pulling him down to your mouth in a hasty exchange. Your other arm reached back for Dick though, still wanting him close.
He was happy to oblige. His lips found your neck and planted soft pecks all over the area that spanned from your ear to the strap of your dress.Â
You hadnât had both of them on you in what felt like an eternity, and now it was like reentering heaven. Hands gripped your hips, felt up your ass, rubbed across your stomach. You couldnât keep track of what limb belonged to who, but that was fine.
As soon as that delicate chime resounded through the small square space, the three of you stumbled into the penthouse. You didnât have a specific destination in mind. In all honesty, you would have been content to do it right there on the entry floor.
But they guided you down the hall and into the living room. Your palms found the back of the couch. You used the smooth surface for balance while they continued their dual efforts. Jason still had command of your mouth while Dick had moved his attention elsewhere. His nimble fingers took hold of the zipper on the back of your dress, working it down with ease.
That shimmery silver fabric parted to reveal your spine. He hooked his digits around one strap and then the other, slipping them off in tandem and leaving you there in your pristine white lingerie.
âYou knew we were gonna be making up, wearing something this pretty,â Jason mumbled as he lightly snapped the hem of your panties against your skin.
âNuh uh. Iâm always this pretty. You should be used to it by now,â you said with a little smile.
âYeah, yeah.â He grabbed a handful of your ass cheek before giving it a firm smack.
Dickâs hand laced with one of yours and began pulling you around the end of the sectional so that you all were on the side of the seats. You plopped down, leaning back and showing off a little for them.
The view didnât go unappreciated. Their eyes traced over about every inch of your frame while undoing their ties and shrugging off their suit jackets. You took the time to pull off your panties and kick them aside.
Jason finished undressing first and sat down beside you. His hands grabbed your waist and tugged you on top of him. Your thighs spread across the width of his meaty legs.
âYou want me first tonight?â he asked, reaching down between the both of you to stroke his cock. He swiped his thumb over the tip. A bead of precum followed, a pearly drop he smeared on your soaked folds.
You bit your lip, hesitating for a moment before answering. âI want both of you firstâŠâ you say tentatively.
His brows raised, but you could see in his eyes he was far from opposed to your suggestion.
âYou want both? At the same time.â
You nodded.
âYou think youâre ready for that?â he asked, almost teasing. âThatâs a lot, especially for someone like you. You get overwhelmed so easily.â
Your face heated up, especially cause he had a stupid smirk on his. With a little scoff, you nodded again.
âI want it. I want all of you while I have you. Donât wanna waste any time waiting for anything.â
Your fingers caressed over the muscular swell of his biceps, a distraction from the sentiment hidden within your words. Jason sensed it too. You knew without even looking. His hold got slightly softer, he stopped rubbing the head of his cock over your slit for a moment. But instead of dwelling on it, he looked beyond your shoulder.
âYou hear that, Dick? You think sheâs ready for two at the same time?â
You felt the feather-light touch of Dickâs fingers on your shoulders before he even responded. They massaged your muscles, swirling around as he leaned down to kiss the skin next to your ear.
âIf thatâs what she wants,â he said. âYou know I have a hard time giving her anything but.â
It was hard not to squirm under all the attention, but you managed to stay composed. You planted your palms on Jasonâs chest and gave him a subtle set of puppy eyes, just for good measure in case he wasnât sold on the idea yet.
But his velvety tip slotted at your entrance again. He pushed up a little, just to tease the idea of popping inside.
âYou gotta hold still, alright? No moving around or trying to help out,â he said.
You nodded again just as he slid a couple inches of his length inside. Your lips rounded out as the familiar stretch hit you. You wanted so badly to sink down, to take more until you were settled on his lap, but he just told you not to move.
Luckily, he acted for you. His hands clasped around your hips and brought you down until he was fully sheathed inside of you. He kept you there for a moment before rocking you up and down a couple of times.
Your head fell back, only for the sight of Dick smiling down at you to fill your vision. He pet one side of your head, his fingers curling to cup your face while his other set ventured South. Jason had you still now. His hips did all the moving so Dick would have the opportunity to open you up.
His thumb was the first thing you felt. He rubbed it on your puckered entrance. You couldnât help it, how your eyes widened a little. Both at the same time. It was really gonna happen.
âTell me to stop if you feel anything you donât like,â Dick said softly, planting a kiss on your forehead and then dropping into a crouch to focus his attention down there.
His thumb left you, but just for his tongue to replace it. You squealed at the wet sensation, your hips jerking involuntarily.
Jasonâs hands tightened around you. âFuck, sheâs liking it so far,â he hissed as your walls fluttered around his cock.
Dick chuckled from behind you and then really went for it. You leaned forward onto Jasonâs chest, giving him ample space to work.
He stayed down there for a little while. You couldnât be sure how long â time was never easy to gauge in situations like this. He worked with a mix of his fingers and tongue. At first it felt weird. Youâd never say it hurt, but it just felt odd. But as time passed and he stretched you further, you found yourself opening up to the possibility of this working.
Jason continued pumping in and out of you all the while. He kept his pace slow, not wanting to finish too early. His shallow thrusts gave you short bursts of pleasure. Enough to keep you somewhere in the middle of satisfaction and wanting.
You were hanging onto the edge when you finally felt a thicker nudge against your back entrance. Dickâs smooth hand rubbed over the length of your spine.
âJust relax for me, baby,â he said.
He slid himself up and down your crack a few times before finally inching in. Your nails dug into Jasonâs chest and your toes curled. You squished your cheek against his skin. It wasnât bad enough for you to tap out, but it was definitely more intense than a few fingers.
âYou got it, sweetheart,â he murmured against your hair. His thrusts even came to a halt, letting you focus entirely on adjusting.
âYouâre doing so good,â Dick praised. His voice sounded so strained. You wondered how different it felt for him.
He pushed forward until you let out a little pained squeak. Then he paused. He stayed there and drew back before working in again. Once he finally got most of himself in, he stopped for real. Both of them kept completely still, just allowing you to take in being full of both of them.
âHowâre you doing? Is it feeling good yet?â Jason asked softly.
You nodded faintly against him, keeping your head pressed to his body. The beat of his heart under your head helped ground you.
âYou feel so fucking good,â Dick sighed.
âYou can start moving if you wannaâŠâ you said.
âYou sure?â they both said, a rare moment where they sounded totally in sync.
âYeah,â you reaffirmed.
âYou got it then. Always getting what you want,â Jason teased gently as he began working his hips once more.
Dick started a few seconds after him. He went a little slower, letting you get used to the movement. You mewled at the stretch, but it wasnât painful like before. Along with Jasonâs cock distracting you, it didnât feel bad. You kind of started to like it.
Both of them kept firm grips on the flesh of your hips in different places. Dickâs thumbs pet stripes down the curve of your ass as his hips.
âSo, so good for us,â he murmured with a squeeze. âSo perfect.â
And praise came from Jason too, more freely than youâd ever heard it flow from his lips.
âOur pretty baby,â he cooed. âThis is all you needed. To know we want you. To feel how much we need you.â
You nodded with a shuddery gasp, your head bobbing up and down lazily. Their rhythms were practically inverses of each other. When one went in, the other slid out. You were completely full for fleeting moments but never totally empty.
After a little while, it was more than you could take. You melted onto Jasonâs chest, half-heartedly grabbing at him in a bid for some sort of stability. He held you closer with one arm across your shoulder blades and used his other hand for more leverage on your hips to pump his cock deeper inside you.
Every brush of his tip against your sweet spot drew you closer to release. Your eyes fluttered and warmth flooded every inch of your body.
âIâm right there with you, princess. Come on. Let go for me,â he said.
The rumble of his voice coaxing you to the edge worked almost as well as his physical touch. Your muscles tensed up before you felt that euphoric burst inside. A loud moan poured out of you onto his chest. You rolled your hips on him, unable to stop yourself from ignoring his previous directions.
It didnât matter though. Dick pulled himself out of you a second later. You heard a couple soft grunts and then felt the warm splash of his cum on your back.
Jason came inside you. He buried himself all the way to the hilt before letting go with a loud groan. His neck flexed while the muscles in his arms twitched. You would have really admired the sight if you werenât so fucked out yourself.
The three of you all came down at a similar rate. Dick slumped down to sit near the both of you on the couch. He ran a hand through his hair as he caught his breath. You slowly rolled off of Jason and sprawled out across a few cushions.
Silence filled the room around you, but for the first time all week, it wasnât awkward. You were totally content not speaking right now. There wasnât some void waiting to be filled. Rather, you were content with only their presence.
Jason was the first to get up. He slowly rose from the comfort of the couch. You watched lazily as he headed in the direction of the stairs. For a second, your stomach twisted with anxiety. Had you let yourself be used again so easily?
But he came back not even a full minute later with a water bottle and a rag to clean you up. Dick slid closer, not one to leave you hanging either. He took the damp cloth from Jasonâs hand and brought it down between your legs and over your back.
You laid there and let them tend to you without a word until Jason carefully guided you upright. He tilted the now-open bottle against your lips, getting you to take a couple swallows of the cool liquid.
âTake it easy, pretty girl,â he said softly.
A bead of water rolled down from your lips onto your chin as he pulled the bottle away. You wiped it off with your index finger, your eyes flitting between the both of them.
While you may have patched things up, they still werenât entirely normal. You were in a weird sort of limbo right now, just waiting to see what they would decide to do next.
Jason leaned in to plant a barely-there kiss on your temple. You took his large hand in your own, clasping your fingers around the warm flesh. âIâm gonna go put some clothes on,â he said.
He stood up and headed towards the stairs again, this time to actually leave the room. Your hands trailed down his skin, lingering on his fingertips before finally letting him go.
You contemplated your next move for a moment before turning to Dick. You took his hand as youâd done to Jasonâs and gave it a squeeze.
He met it with that small smile of his. Reaching out, the bows of his fingers coasted over your cheek.
âYou feeling better than before?â he asked.
You responded with a nod, determined for that to be the absolute truth.
âGood,â he said.
You stood up from the couch next and began picking up the clothing that was strewn about the area. He helped you out, picking his own garments and a couple of Jasonâs. Together you both took them upstairs to your room.
While there, you put on a pair of fresh clothes, just a t-shirt and some shorts. Nothing too extravagant. You were too tired for that.Â
Dick followed suit, pulling on some sweats to lounge around in. He flopped back onto your mattress and opened his arms for you.
You smiled and looked away playfully. âIâll be right back. Iâm gonna get myself some more water.â
âDonât be too long,â he teased.
âDonât be impatient,â you said, in the same lilted tone.
You shut your bedroom door behind you and made your way across the walkway. On the path there, you just happened to notice. Jasonâs door was shut. Seeing that stung a little bit. Maybe you hadnât mended things as well as you thought.
But you forced yourself to shake off the impending doom and gloom. Even if things werenât perfect, they were a step closer to better. It might take time. You had patience, just like youâd told him. He was worth the effort.
Once you reached the kitchen, you did fill up a glass of water for yourself, but you didnât head back up to your room immediately. Instead, you drifted towards the balcony doors. It was dark out there, the horizon so vast it made you feel as if the wind could sweep you up and carry you away.
You unlatched the lock and cracked the door open, stepping outside. The night air instantly sent a chill across your exposed skin. The wind nipped at your legs and sliced over your forearms. You wrapped them around your torso for some semblance of warmth.
Despite the wind, it was quiet out here. The city was lit up down below, but you couldnât hear the noise of it. You approached the railing, still a step or two away from actually touching the barrier.
The fresh air filled your lungs. For the first time in days, you didnât feel wound up about something. Things had settled with Jason, you knew Dick wasnât upset with you, and you honestly couldnât care less about the things your father had said earlier.
You wished you could be like this all the time. Serene and tranquil, not so reactionary, lashing out at the slightest deviation to your wishes.
The door opened and clicked into place again behind you. You spun around, heart beating fast, but it was only Jason.
âHeyâŠâ he said, taking a few tentative steps in your direction.
âHiâŠâ You took a couple in his as well.
You met in the middle, equidistant from the glass doors and the steel railing. Your eyes met his. A silent exchange passed between the two of you, one without words or even coherent thoughts, just raw emotion.
His arm came out before you could say a word. He looped it over your shoulders and brought you in to his chest.
âThought you never came out here?â he asked.
Your hand curled around his bicep. âI just felt like it tonight.â
Another few seconds went by with the wind doing all the talking. But he didnât let things stall for too long.
âI went to your room. Dick told me you were getting water.â
âWhyâd you go there?â you asked quietly. Your fingers swirled little patterns on his arm while hope bloomed in your chest.
âMaybe I wanted to be in there with you two tonightâŠâ he said, so soft and faint as if he was forced to confess it.
âJust for tonight?â you whispered, tilting your head up to see him clearly. âWill it be your last?â
âNo,â he said back. A simple answer, but the only one you needed all the same. He wasnât leaving. Not yet anyways.
You squeezed your arms tighter around him, shutting your eyes and taking a deep breath of his air.
âYou can always be in there. Whenever you want,â you said.
âGood. Iâm gonna hold you to that for the next few weeks.â
The next few weeks. A dreadful reminder that your relationship rested upon the foundation of an ever-ticking clock. It didnât matter right now though. Not while he was in your arms, telling you he wanted you back. You could worry about what would happen down the line in January when it came.
âLetâs start right now then.â You stepped back and took his hand, leading him back inside and up to the bedroom. In there, with both of them, time wouldnât matter. Other assignments or obligations would have no effect. You could bury yourself in the mess of pillows and blankets, happy that you had managed to turn things around just this once.
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âŠ Ë : · ALL YOUR PERVERSIONS · : Ë âŠ
pairing â mark grayson x fem!reader x rex splode
word count â 6.5K
summary â you and your boyfriend are plotting to get mark to join you for one night
warnings â mdni, threesome, flirting, pet names, subby!mark, making out, oral (f! and m! receiveing), cowgirl, handjob, aftercare
a/n â this was so good in the beginning and i enjoyed so so much writing all the tension between them, but the moment they start to fuck everything is so messy and bad, i apologize i don't have many threesomes (sadly)
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Your room at the Guardiansâ headquarters felt more like Rexâs than yours. His clothes were in your closet, polaroids of him pinned to your corkboard, and a half-empty bottle of his hair gel sat in the bathroom youâd stopped moving it out of the way. Even the mug you used every morning for coffee was one he had brought over, with a hideous cartoon of a muscular guy and a cheap gym slogan printed on it.
Of course, Rex was there too, stretched out on top of you, lying between your legs with his head on your chest and his hair a mess. There was a sheen of sweat on his forehead and across your collarbone. He knew exactly how to fold you, how to handle you in the most impossible positions until you were left breathless.
But your mind was somewhere else. Mark Grayson had shown up to the last mission in a new suit, and you couldnât stop thinking about how good he looked in black and blue now that heâd ditched the bright yellow.
You and Mark hadnât even been friends until Rex got shot and ended up practically lobotomized. While your boyfriend was laid out on a hospital bed, you had started talking more to Mark. Heâd stayed up with you in the Pentagon hospital waiting room, keeping you company late into the night while you waited for updates on Rex. It surprised you how easy it was to talk to him, how kind and attentive he was.
And that morning, seeing him in that tight suit stretched over his muscles, you'd felt a tingle between your legs.
âWhat are you thinking about?â Rex murmured against your chest.
âMmh?â you answered just as softly, your eyes only half-open.
âYour heart speeds up when youâre overthinking,â he pointed out, pushing himself up slightly to press a kiss between your breasts.
Then he rolled onto his back beside you. You rested your elbow on the pillow and your cheek in your hand so you could look at him. Tracing lines down his chest and abs, you bit your lip.
âWhat do you think of Mark?â you asked, your lips tight, not really sure why you even said it.
He was quiet for a second. Then he smiled.
âHeâs hot,â he said casually.
You blinked, a smile already tugging at your mouth.
âWhat?â
âYeah. A little weird, but heâs got a strong neck and huge hands,â he listed like it was a grocery run. âAnd that new suit showed off his will to live. Iâm not blind.â
You shoved his shoulder lightly and ducked your head. âYouâre insane.â
âYou started it, babe,â he shrugged like it was nothing. He pulled the sheet up a bit more over his hips, still watching you. âDoes he turn you on?â
You didnât say anything, but your silence was an answer.
âOhhh, youâd fuck him too, wouldnât you?â Rex laughed, tipping his head to the side.
You let out a half-laugh and dug your nails a little into his bicep.
âDonât laugh!â you whispered, already blushing, hiding your face a bit behind your arm. âI donât even know why I said thatâŠâ
âYes, you do,â Rex said in that calm, shameless voice of his. âYouâre horny and poor Grayson looks like he hasnât touched anyone in months. That combo ruins you.â
You shook your head, but you didnât deny it. Your cheeks were hot, not just from the comment, but from how easy it was to talk about it with him. You felt ridiculous, a little filthy, and completely soaked.
Rex watched you for another second before he sat up a bit, propping himself up on one elbow. There was a glint in his eyes.
âWhat if we ask him?â
âAsk what?â
âA threesome. You, me, and Mark.â
You stared at him like heâd lost his mind.
âAre you serious?â
âOf course I am. Youâre already half in love with his abs, and Iâm curious.â
Your first instinct was to cover your face with a pillow. But then you lowered it, that nervous laugh still stuck in your throat.
âRexâŠâ
âI mean it. Worst-case scenario? He says no. Or dies of embarrassment. Although, now that I think about it, that could be funny too.â
âYouâre sick.â
âIâm open-minded. Big difference.â
You bit your lip, staring at the ceiling. You were actually considering it. Really considering it. The idea was absurd and shameless. But it also sounded tempting. Because you and Rex had chemistry. Youâd known each other for years and had seen each other through every version of yourselves. But Mark⊠Mark made you feel things you didnât even realize you still craved.
âWeâd have to approach him carefully,â you said finally, quietly, like you were planning a heist.
Rex raised his brows, amused. âAre you telling me youâre really thinking about this?â
âIâm saying if we hit him with the idea all at once, heâll shut down. Itâs Mark. If you sneeze near him, he blushes.â
Rex laughed, dropping back against the pillow, looking at you with a mix of admiration and desire.
âI fucking love you. This is the best thing thatâs happened to me all week.â
âWeâd have to go in separately,â you continued, thoughtful. âSee how he reacts to you. See how he reacts to me. Then figure out a way to hint at it without him passing out.â
âOr flying straight to Mars.â
You both fell silent for a moment, staring at the ceiling. Then Rex tilted his head toward you and added:
âDo you think heâd like it better if you told him, all pretty and innocent-looking, or if I came onto him?â
âDepends. Are you taking your shirt off when you do it?â
âObviously.â
âThen you go first.â
And you both burst out laughing. Rex wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into a slow kiss, his hand gently holding your chin. You pressed your hands to his chest, pushing him back just enough to speak.
âWhat if heâs not into either of us?â you asked, catching your lower lip between your teeth.
âI doubt it. Heâs one hundred percent into you,â Rex said with way too much certainty, brushing a strand of hair from your face.
You raised a brow at him.
âBesides, heâd be an idiot to turn us down. Weâre hot as hell too.â
You laughed at that, pulling him back down to kiss him again.
â¶â¶â¶
There was no one else at Guardians HQ except Rex. Well, you were holed up in your room so you could hear everything. But Rex had it all planned out. He'd called Mark to come train with him for a bitâhand-to-hand combat. The timing was perfect: they'd be breathless, sweaty, and a little foggy from muscle fatigue. The perfect setup for some touches, a few glances, and a bit of shameless flirting.
The ceiling opened and Mark descended to the center of HQ. He immediately met Rexâs gaze, finding him shirtless and wearing sweatpants hanging low on his hips. For a moment, his eyes flicked down to the V disappearing into the gray fabric, then snapped back up to meet his eyes.
âHey,â Mark said with a nervous smile, scratching his neck.
Rex returned the smile, lopsided, like that âheyâ was the most seductive invitation in the world.
âNervous, Grayson?â he teased, strolling forward unhurriedly, like a predator who knows heâs got the upper hand.
Mark swallowed hard and quickly looked away, but his cheeks were already flushed.
âNo, I just⊠Iâm not used to this.â
âYouâve never trained with anyone before?â Rex raised an eyebrow.
âOh no, no,â Mark waved his hands a little. âI trained with my dad when I got my powers. But never hand-to-hand.â
âThen weâre gonna have a lot of fun,â Rex grinned. âAnd no powers.â
âWhat? Why?â He sounded horrified.
âImagine you lose your powers. You still need to know how to fight.â
Mark pressed his lips together but eventually nodded with a grimace.
You crept closer to the closed door that led to the training room, pressing your ear against it to hear every word, every move.
Rex took a few more steps, just enough to close the distance between them, without fully invading Markâs personal space. But he was close. Very close.
âWeâll start slow,â Rex said with a half-smile. âFirst we work on holds. You just have to try to break free.â
âOkay,â Mark nodded, squaring his shoulders and pulling off his shirt. âIâm ready.â
Rex paused for just a second, he swore it was just one second, staring at Markâs torso. Then, with a swift move, he circled behind him and wrapped an arm around his torso, holding him just under the chest. Mark exhaled in surprise, hands flying to Rexâs forearms.
âLike this?â he muttered, trying to wriggle free.
âUh-huh,â Rex replied from behind, dropping his voice. âCan you feel how stuck you are?â
Mark laughed, a bit uneasy. âYeah. Maybe a little too much...â
âI could lift you off the ground if I wanted.â And to prove it, Rex flexed, lifting him a couple of inches. Mark let out a nervous laugh as his feet barely brushed the floor.
âOkay, okay, I give up,â he surrendered, trying not to think about Rexâs chest pressed to his back.
Rex set him down, but didnât move away. Instead, he placed a hand on Markâs shoulder and gently turned him to face him. âDonât get all tense, Grayson. Itâs just training.â
âIâm trying,â Mark said, breathing deep. âItâs just that youâre veryâŠâ
He trailed off.
âIâm very what?â Rex asked, feigning innocence.
Mark frowned, hesitating. âClose.â
âClose,â Rex repeated. âRight. Well, hand-to-hand isnât exactly trained at a distance, is it?â He winked. âBut if you want me to back off, just say so.â
Mark was quiet for a second, then shook his head, face a little red. âNo, itâs fine. Iâm just⊠still adjusting.â
âThen letâs make that adjustment as smooth as possible,â Rex said, not bothering to hide the double meaning. He patted Markâs shoulder, then tapped his chest lightly. âYouâve got a good body, Grayson. Youâve been working out.â
âHuh? Thanks,â Mark replied, a bit thrown off. âYou too. Youâre always in shape.â
Rex ran a hand through his hair. Then he stepped in again, without warning, and this time Mark tried to grab his arm. Rex flipped him easily, and they ended up on the ground. Mark on his back, Rex straddling him, knees on either side of his hips. Rexâs palms were planted on the floor beside Markâs head.
For a moment, they just stayed like that.
Mark swallowed hard, eyes wide. He didnât know where to look.
âYou okay?â Rex asked, voice low.
âYeah,â Mark said quickly. âYeah, Iâm fine. I just⊠wasnât expecting that.â
âThatâs the fun part of hand-to-hand,â Rex leaned in a bit, like he was about to whisper. âYou never know whoâll end up on top.â
You, behind the door, bit your hand to keep from laughing. You could perfectly imagine Markâs face. And you knew Rex was enjoying every second of it. You wouldâve loved to barge in wearing your tiniest workout outfit and really make them sweat.
âWanna switch positions?â Rex asked, still on top.
Mark hesitated. âIsnât that cheating?â
âNot if youâre enjoying it,â Rex said, fully intentional.
Mark swallowed again, and Rexâs eyes followed the bob of his throat, it was pathetic and hot at the same time. He could feel Mark tense beneath him, breath hitching, eyes lost because he didnât know where to look. At Rexâs green eyes or the sculpted body pinning him down.
Mark stared up at the ceiling and said, very seriously, âI think I need more practice.â
Rex chuckled softly, still unmoving.
âYou have no idea how much I like hearing that.â
Mark blinked like he couldnât figure out why Rex was still on top or why his body felt hot in all the wrong places.
âShould we⊠keep going?â he asked, voice a little higher than normal.
Rex didnât answer right away. He lowered his body just enough for their hips to make contact, just enough for Mark to tense up almost to the point of shaking.
âYou sure you want to keep going, Grayson?â he murmured with a crooked smile. âBecause it looks like youâll explode if I do.â
Mark swallowed so loudly you heard it from behind the door. You thought about going back to your room, just hearing them was making you feel half turned-on, half jealous but you couldnât stop listening.
âIâm just⊠focused,â Mark tried, voice increasingly unsteady.
âFocused on what part exactly?â Rex asked, lowering himself fully now, like the concept of personal space had never existed.
âOn⊠the exercise.â
âUh-huh.â Rex pretended to believe him. But his gaze locked onto Markâs like he could read his mind. âThen you should try to break free, donât you think?â
Mark nodded. He tried. He placed his hands on Rexâs chest (big mistake) and pushed gently (another mistake). Rex didnât budge an inch.
âThat was adorable,â Rex said in a low voice, softly laughing. âBut if you want me off you, youâre gonna have to ask.â
Mark looked back up at the ceiling. Opened his mouth. Closed it. Opened it again.
âRexâŠâ
âYeah?â He tilted his head a bit, with doe eyes and a tiny smile.
âAre you flirting?â
Rex let out a low, slow laugh. He sat up a little, but not enough to let him go.
âYou think Iâm flirting with you?â
âYes. No. I donât know.â Mark frowned harder. âMaybe.â
âAnd does it bother you?â
âNo,â he said quickly. Too quickly. âJust⊠not used to it.â
Rex leaned back down, noses almost touching.
âWell, get used to it,â he whispered. âBecause Iâm not done with you.â
You, behind the door, bit your fist to keep from sliding it between your legs right then and there. Rex was playing dirty. Very dirty. And Mark, even if he didnât fully get what was happening, was already hooked.
âNow,â Rex added with a smile, âletâs try that again. This time, really try to get me off. I wanna see what youâre made of, Grayson.â
Mark nodded, swallowed again, and got ready.
â¶â¶â¶
"That was- probably one of the hottest things youâve ever done and I wasnât even seeing anything," you tell him, lying on top of Rex while you rode him.
He looks you straight in the eye, grabbing a handful of your ass and pulling you closer.
âMmh, you shouldâve seen him,â he groans, pressing hot kisses to your breasts. âHe was all flustered. Heâs definitely jerking off thinking about me right now.â
You let out a soft laugh as you sank deeper onto him, bracing yourself on his chest. You took his face between your hands, squishing it a little, and came thinking about Mark touching himself. You wondered how big he was, Rex wasnât bad at all, but Mark was a Viltrumite, after all. There had to be some kind of improvement. Rex came a little after you.
You both stayed in the same position for a moment, Rex with his back against the wall and you curled up in his lap, wrapped in his arms.
âDid he seem nervous?â you asked, running your hands across his chest.
âNot really,â Rex shrugged. âHeâs awkward, but he enjoyed it as much as I did.â
âThatâs perfect,â you smiled, truly.
âNow itâs your turn, babe,â Rex reminded you with a stupid grin. âGet him all nervous for us.â
You looked down with a strange little smile.
âWhat if I told you Iâm the one whoâs nervous?â you bit your lip, feeling a little exposed, not because you were naked in front of him, but because of the conversation.
Rex raised an eyebrow, still smiling, and slowly caressed your back with the tips of his fingers. His other hand rested warm on your thigh.
âWhy would you be nervous?â he asked softly, like the conversation had suddenly become something more serious, more intimate.
You held his gaze for a moment, hesitant. Then you sighed and rested your forehead on his collarbone.
âBecause Markâs not like you,â you said quietly. âWith you itâs easy. You know what youâre doing, you know what you want. You say it. But with him, I feel like if I get too close, Iâll break something.â
Rex laughed through his nose and kissed your shoulder. âYeah. His dick.â
âRex.â
âOkay, okay,â he said, still smiling. He pulled you tighter into his chest, and his voice softened. âItâs normal to get nervous. Heâs got those puppy eyes that makes you feel guilty for thinking about him naked.â
You laughed, because it was true.
âBut babe,â he went on, kissing your temple now, âyou know what youâre doing too. If you look at him like you looked at me the first time you eye-fucked me, heâs gonna freeze up. And not out of fear.â
You gave him a light punch in the chest and he chuckled.
âBesides,â he added, lowering your face so youâd look at him again, âthis isnât about doing it perfectly. Itâs about having fun. You tease him a little, pass him to me, I mess with him a bit, then pass him back. We eat him up. End of story.â
âWhat if he doesnât let us?â you asked, a little more serious now.
Rex looked at you with something almost tender in his eyes. âThen we stop. Weâre not gonna push him. But you and I are still gonna have a fucking great time either way.â
You nodded, biting your lip, and curled up against him again.
âAlso,â he added, with a wicked grin, âif he doesnât go for it, you can always keep fantasizing about him while you ride me. That thought already has me hard again.â
You gave him another light smack, but this time you laughed, hiding your face in his neck.
âIdiot.â
âYour idiot,â he murmured, hugging you again. âNow go shower, put on your hottest outfit, and go find our little boy scout.â
You slid off his lap, kissed him softly on the lips, and headed to the bathroom, the one you had insisted Cecil install.
â¶â¶â¶
You weren't sure how to approach Mark. It had been a while since the two of you had had a one-on-one conversation. You'd texted him to see the new Seance Dog movie together, and he had replied almost instantly, saying he'd love to.
You kicked Rex out of your room when you heard Mark arrive. Everything was tidy and perfect. Your hair was down, you wore shorts, a little lip gloss, and had no intention of actually watching a movie.
Mark looked nervous from the moment he opened the door.
You'd invited him to see Seance Dog 3 with the lamest excuse in the world, and he had agreed far too quickly, as if he'd been waiting for days for you to talk to him. He showed up on time, as always, wearing a long-sleeved shirt and a jacket, which was already too much given the heat. His hands were buried deep in his pockets.
You greeted him with a smile and, before he could say anything, pulled him into a hug around the shoulders, just a bit longer than strictly necessary. You felt him stiffen slightly at the contact.
"You smell good," you said, half-joking, half-serious, pulling back just enough to close the door behind him.
"Uh, thanks," he replied, already blushing.
You led him to the couch, where everything was ready: the movie paused on the menu, a bag of unopened popcorn, and a couple of neatly folded blankets. He sat carefully on one end of the couch. You dropped down beside him, letting your leg brush against his without offering any excuse.
"All good?" you asked as you grabbed the remote. "You're really quiet."
"Yeah, yeah, all good," he said quickly, staring at the screen like he was expecting something to explode in the screen.
You pursed your lips with a small smile and turned a bit to face him, leaning your arm on the back of the couch. With your other hand, you gently touched his forearm. He flinched slightly.
Mark opened his mouth, then closed it again. He shifted in his seat.
"What's going on, Mark?"
He let out a long, uncomfortable sigh, and then suddenly blurted everything out, fast, like it had been stuck in his throat for days.
"Rex has been flirting with me."
He said it without looking at you, like just repeating it made him feel guilty.
You blinked, unsure whether to laugh or look surprised.
"What?"
"Yeah. He's been doing it since training. Saying weird things. Getting really close. He... touched me. Not in a bad way, but like- like he was testing something. And I didn't know what to do. Because he's your boyfriend. And I feel awful for not stopping him completely."
You looked at him intently. He still wouldn't meet your gaze. You stayed silent for a moment, raising your eyebrows slightly. Not surprised, but clearly evaluating how uncomfortable he felt.
"Did it bother you?" you asked, lowering your voice a little.
"I don't know," Mark admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "It confused me. Because we're friends, you and me too. And I don't want to mess up your relationship."
You moved your arm back to your lap, letting it rest on Mark's knee. He looked at your face for the first time, his expression a mix of shock and anxiety.
"Mark, you know Rex doesn't do anything without me knowing," you said slowly. Mark went very still, looking at your face and then at your lips. He swallowed hard again.
"You knew?" he murmured, as if the idea that both of you were in on it unsettled him more than anything else.
"Of course," you said with a small smile, gently stroking his thigh with your thumb. "And I didn't just know. I liked it."
Mark fell silent. The tension between you grew thick, charged. He stared at your face like he needed to confirm you weren't just saying it.
You simply held that soft smile, your eyes on his, unmoving.
"You don't have to do anything if you don't want to," you added, your voice even softer now. "But don't feel guilty about something that we're both enjoying. All three of us."
Mark swallowed again and leaned back into the couch, letting out a quiet, breathy laugh.
"Damn," he said, running a hand through his hair. "This is... really weird. I didn't expect this."
"Does it bother you?" you asked, leaning closer.
"No," he said quickly. Then slower: "No. It's just... I'm not used to two people I like paying attention to me at the same time."
The confession came out unfiltered, and you both went quiet for a moment.
"You like us?" you asked, raising an eyebrow.
Mark pressed his lips together, red all the way to his ears. But this time, he didn't deny it.
"Yes."
And you smiled. Not because you were surprised, but because he'd finally said it. You moved a little closer. Your nose was almost touching his. You could feel his labored breathing, his gaze fixed on your lips.
"Can I kiss you?"Â you asked, and that was your only concession to the nervousness you also felt.
Mark hesitated for a split second. Then he nodded.
"Yes."
The kiss was slow. He received you with his mouth half-open, as if he didn't quite know what to do with his hands. But when his fingers brushed your waist, and you took one of his wrists to place it on your hip, he stopped looking so nervous.
He kissed you more confidently. He opened his lips against yours, pulled you a little closer, his fingers barely pressing against the exposed skin of your side. And when you lifted one leg over his and pressed yourself further on top of him, he moaned against your mouth.
"Fuck..." he murmured softly against your lips. And he kissed you again, more desperately.
He pulled you against him and began to move beneath you, almost without realizing it, seeking more contact, more friction. Your hips followed the rhythm without thinking, both of you beginning to pant between kisses.
You pulled away just the tiniest bit to see him blushing up to his ears, his gaze lost on your lips and neck.
"You want me to call Rex?" you asked with a lustful look and sultry voice.
Mark opened his mouth slightly, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He leaned his head back slightly, his hands squeezing the back of your thighs. For a moment he seemed to hesitate, but his mouth went straight to your neck, drawing a few sighs from you. Between kisses, he said,
"Please."
You smiled as Mark traced your neck, even going down to your cleavage. You felt his half-hard cock against your throbbing pussy, waiting for the third. Mark assumed you'd text Rex or call him, but no.
"REX," you shouted, causing Mark to lift his lips from your skin. "No, don't stop, baby, just hold on- REX, COME HERE YOU LITTLE FUCKER."
"Yes, ma'am?" Rex opened the door wide open, a grin on his face appearing at the view.
"Mark said he wants you to join us."
Mark made a nervous, embarrassed face. "No, I mean... She- she asked me."
Rex looked at you, pointing his finger at you.
"Did you make him so nervous all by yourself?"
"A little, yes," you admitted with a smile, not moving from on top of him. Mark kept his hands on your thighs, but his breathing quickened as he watched Rex move toward the couch.
Rex crouched down to his level, resting an arm on the back of the couch and looking directly at him.
"Are you sure you want this, Grayson?" he asked, his voice lower, more serious, though his smile was still there, tilted.
Mark nodded slowly, his lips parted. "Yes... yes, I do."
Mark swallowed, his breathing heavier than before. You felt his body warm beneath yours, his hands still trembling a little on your thighs. You couldn't help but smile. Not out of mockery, but because of how precious it was to see him like this: so willing, so committed, so nervous.
Rex noticed the same thing. He leaned a little closer to him, so close that his voice brushed against his ear when he spoke.
"Do you know what's most beautiful about you right now?" he murmured, resting his hand on the back of the couch, circling it. "That you're dying for it, but you keep waiting for someone to tell you what to do."
Mark shuddered. You felt it beneath you, that slight reflex movement, and you stroked your knuckles down his neck, then down to his collarbone. You felt him swallow again.
"Don't worry," you said softly, leaning toward his other ear. "We'll take care of you."
Rex laughed softly.
"But first you have to tell us something, Mark." He took his chin in his hands, forcing him to turn his face toward him. "Do you want this? Do you want us to play with you for a while?"
Mark closed his eyes, his lips parted. He nodded. Once. Slowly. Very slightly.
"We need words, sweetheart," you insisted, running a hand down his chest to his stomach. "Tell us."
Mark opened his eyes and found himself between yours, cornered and protected at the same time.
"Yes. I want you to do it."
"Good boy," Rex whispered.
You felt the effect of those two words on Mark's body. He twitched beneath you, against your thighs, and his breath caught for a single second. Rex reached out from one side of Mark to tilt his jaw toward him and captured his lips in a heated kiss. Rex gave you perfect access to the Viltrumite's neck, where you left hot kisses. You bit his neck, jawline, and earlobe, focusing on leaving as many marks as possible, but nothing appeared on his skin.
You lifted your head slightly, taking a moment to admire the sight of the sloppy kiss Mark and Rex were sharing. When they realized you were simply watching them, they pulled apart, a single string of saliva still connecting them.
"Is everything alright?" Mark asked out of breath, all blushed and messy.Â
"I'm trying to give you a damn hickey, but it's impossible!" you said, frowning your nose.Â
"Uh, must be some Viltrumite shit," he briefly explained.
Rex was still trying to get Mark's attention back to his lips. Mark opened his mouth to explain himself better, his voice somewhat broken:
"It's just... Viltrumites have like- really tough skin. That's why hickeys don't really work... it's impossible to leave a mark."
But before he could finish the sentence, Rex leaned in without warning and covered his mouth with a deep, urgent kiss, cutting him off.
"Shh, let it go," Rex murmured against his lips. "No need to explain."
Mark looked a little dazed, but soon melted back into the kiss, responding with even more eagerness than before. His hands were trembling, clutching at Rex's shirt like he needed something to hold onto.
"Why don't we move to the bed? Sounds good?" you asked, softly stroking Mark's hair.
He nodded like a boy scout, following your hand to the bed. He leaned with his forearms on the mattress. You and Rex switched sides, now you focusing on his upper body, stripping him. You passed a hand through his chest, poking at the nipples. Then you looked to Rex, that was now only on his boxers.Â
"Look at him, Rex," you admired, touching Mark's v line delicately. "Isn't he so fucking pretty?"
"The prettiest."Â
Rex kneeled between Mark's legs, causing him to lose his breath for a moment. You noticed it, giving Rex a look.Â
"Is this okay, pretty boy?" Rex asked, looking up with big green eyes.Â
"Yes. Yes, please." Mark nodded effusively.Â
You chuckled a bit. Rex got rid of his pants easily, revealing Mark's plumpy and needy cock, drooling with pre cum. Rex kissed his thighs, pressing his hands against them before taking him all the way down his throat.Â
"Oh, fuck-" Mark said, threatening to lift his body if you hadn't put a hand on his chest.Â
"Easy, baby," you told him, leaning for a kiss that was interrupted by the disaster of moans that Mark was. "I'll give you a reason to stay put."
Mark didn't know what to do with his hands, fisting in the sheets while Rex bob his head up and down his shaft. Now you throw a leg between his body and his hands loop around your thighs pulling you closer to his face like he knew exactly what he was doing.
Somehow his tongue felt longer than Rex's. And when he started to suck your clit you swore you saw the stars. Your whole body vibrated against him, he's strong and calloused hands keeping you in place. Mark's tongue licked your bud, also moaning. You had a perfect view of how Rex was giving Mark head, taking his cock slowly in his mouth, licking all the veins, keeping the pre cum in the back of his throat.Â
"Oh, f- fuck," Mark said against your wet folds.Â
"Mark!" you squirmed when his tongue reached the perfect spot.Â
You didn't know if it was because you shouted his name or because Rex was doing his job perfectly, but you saw Mark coming all over Rex mouth, chin and chest. Mark kept moaning in your cunt with his tongue abusing your clit. He let you move your hips, grinding against him.Â
"Wanna taste him, baby?" Rex asked tilting his head to you.Â
You were biting your lip at the moment Rex pressed his lips for a sloppy, wet kiss, with teeth included.Â
"Fuck, he's good," Your hips moved slower, Mark riding out your orgasm perfectly.Â
You separated your cunt from Mark's face, watching him all glistened and flustered. You grabbed his arm to get him up and went straight to his mouth, kissing him with need. Now you were sandwiched between Mark and Rex, the first one devouring your mouth, testing your own cum and your boyfriend kissing your neck, touching your hips and ass.Â
"Can I fuck you?" Mark asked, with pleaded eyes.
You stroked his cheek, giving him a little kiss on the corner of his mouth. "Of course, baby."
Mark was down again, with Rex by his side and you on top of him. You line yourself with his cock, his hands gripping your ass letting you take him inch by inch. The stretch was perfect, you felt him everywhere after Rex had work on him. You kissed Rex while you rode Mark.Â
"Ah- you feel good," he muttered, pressing his head to the side. "So good."
Mark's hot, thick and twitching inside of you, you clenching around him. He rolled his eyes back with a soft whine. His hand moves a bit to grab Rex by his arm pulling him to a hot kiss. You rolled your lips harder thanks to the view. Then Mark started pumping his hand up and down Rex's thick cock.Â
"Ohhh, God." Rex groaned, running a hand through Mark's hair. He was taking his time with his cock, slowly and deliberately and the same time that he was trying to last with you.Â
"Fuck, I'm- I'm not gonna last..." he said, noticing your fast pace. "'S too much."
"You can, baby." you reassured.Â
"Come on, pretty boy." Rex added with a grin, licking his earlobe.Â
The room is filled with the sound of skin to skin, wetter and nastier every clap. You are dripping all over Mark's cock, a mix of leftover cum and saliva, waiting to be filled with Mark's cum. Rex is moaning a bit quieter, biting his lip. He's the first one to cum all over Mark's abs with a groan, dropping onto the mattress.Â
You quickly lower yourself to lick the cum off, grabbing a bit with your fingers and sliding them into Mark's mouth.
"I'm gonna-" he blurts out with your fingers still in his mouth. "I'm gonna cum."
"Yeah, baby? You wanna cum?" you said, accelerating the thrusts.Â
"Fuuuck, yes!" He rolled his eyes back, filling you up.Â
You came seconds later, with his cock still buried inside of you. Then you dropped to the side, between them. Rex kissed you like he meant it. Mark put his arm around your waist, sticking close to you and hiding his head in the crook of your neck.
Mark was still trembling a little, his breath hot and uneven against your skin. You cupped the back of his head and stroked through his messy hair with slow, soothing fingers. He melted into you almost instantly.
"You okay?" you murmured.
He nodded, but it was soft, almost sheepish. "Yeah. Just⊠that was intense."
Rex chuckled low beside you. "No shit, pretty boy. You passed out on her pussy for like half a minute."
You felt Markâs face flush against your neck. You leaned in and kissed his temple. âItâs okay. You were perfect.â
Rex, still catching his breath, reached across you and let his fingers trace Markâs spine, gentle now. âYou did so good, baby,â he murmured, more tender than his usual teasing tone. âTook us both like a champ.â
Mark finally lifted his head, looking between you both, eyes still a little glassy. You smiled and touched his cheek. âWant water?â
He blinked like he was just remembering he had a body. âGod. Yes. Please.â
You shifted carefully and grabbed the bottle from the nightstand, opening it and holding it for him as he drank. Rex leaned up to press lazy kisses to your bare shoulder while you did.
Once Mark was settled again, curled against you, you turned your head to Rex and kissed him slowly. No teeth this time, just warmth and softness.
"You can stay the night if you want," you said to the brunet.
Mark gave you a lookâhalf teasing, half genuineâthat made your chest tighten. âYou sure? Thought youâd be kicking me out as soon as the high wore off.â
Rex huffed a sleepy laugh against your collarbone. âYouâre already naked and in the bed, dumbass. Just stay.â
You nodded, fingers still tangled in Rexâs hair, your other hand resting on Markâs side. âStay. Please.â
Mark bit his lip, not fully understanding yet why they were so eager for having him, even after fucking him, but you were warm and Rex's hands felt good on him. He didn't fight the comfort of both of your bodies.
[tags: @murderofravens]
#mark grayson x reader#rex splode x reader#mark grayson x reader x rex splode#sub!mark grayson#rex splode x reader x mark grayson
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There's this small rat in my head that is always like what if they actually killed Jason at the end of UTRH.
The irony of Bruce proclaiming how he can't kill no matter what. That everyone deserves another chance and he wants to help Jason heal. Only in a moment with emotions and stress running haywire the only solution he sees is to throw the Batarang. He wants to assume Jason will dodge but that doesn't happen and when Joker activates the bomb he can only assume Jason gets out. Escaping the explosion only to have a choice of capturing the Joker before he can flee or checking on Jason. It's all an illusion at the end of the day because the Joker will always find a way out. And well for Jason, much like that dreaded day years ago is found dead. He carries his son who is so much bigger than the last time he held him. His hands drenched in blood that he drew. If it wasn't his fault last time it certainly is now.
Even more angst is if you do some version of immortal!Jason. Imagine waking up after your dad choose your murdered over you again. He could've killed him long ago, you gave him another chance, you even gave him the out of letting you get revenge (no matter how depressing that is) but he choose to attack you.
How does Batman show more grace and empathy to his rogues who have committed crime after crime then to the son he is supposed to love? Maybe he doesn't love him at all, he isn't exactly the boy who died.
Oh well he's back alive at the end of the day. Much like Dick, that absolves Bruce of all the guilt of killing someone right? And Jason understands, no one is going to act rationally under those circumstances.
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i love, love, and i repeat, LOVE the possibility that Jason did die after receiving a batarang in his throat, he just never told Bruce about that â managed to crawl away, and then woke up in a few days.
but the idea that Bruce witnesses it just hits differently. i do believe on some degree that this could make him put his cape away, especially knowing that his sons are here to take care of the city, but then againâ
the horror episode, where Bruce prepares Jason for his funerals â again â and while Dick and Bruce argue in the Batcave, and Tim is left to fix suit Bruce put on dead Jason, Jason just sits down slowly. scares the shit out of everyone. eyes glowing. lips moving. his voice is a scratched vinyl record, since his throat is still recovering. and he just Blinks at them.
"didn't stick. the third time charm might work."
and no one knows what to say.
or, or, OR! do you all remember that old tale about a girl, who had a green ribbon tied around her neck all the time? and her husband seemed fascinated because she never took it off at all, refusing to tell him why? and then he took it off, and her head fell? this with Jason, but when they take it off, it is just an open cut on his throat that keeps spilling his blood out, even though he is not actively dying.
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! đđđđ | wrestling with your new super strong best friend! MDNI
warnings: mentions of erection, size kink if you squint
wrestling with mark after he developed his powers was admittedly stupid. you hadn't won a wrestling match with him since you were 11 - and even that was a close call. but something in you decided it would be fun to challenge him.
for a while he let you push him, attempting to antagonize him into giving in. he sat still, unmoving on his bed while you stood over him trying your hardest to cause him to at least falter. both your hands met the hard surface of his shoulders, using your entire body weight to try and push him over. mark was really being patient with you, hoping that you would tire out soon and join him back on his bed to finish the comic book you were reading together. he watches you, doe eyes following the motion of your body as you wound up and lunged at him again and again. it started out amusing, but the longer it went on the more annoyed your best friend was growing. when he finally gives in - if only to get you to stop - it takes just one hand of his to send you falling onto your ass.
"mark!" you huffed and before you're even able to process it, he moves off the bed. his hand pins you by your chest to the ground, his body crawling over yours as he settles himself on your lower abdomen. he holds you there to teach you a lesson, his brown eyes intense on yours as you writhed and twisted. mark didn't even break a sweat as you pathetically try to pry his hand off your chest, both of yours grasping his solid forearm in a pitiful attempt to pull it back. you could've sworn you saw him yawn as his other hand grabbed both of your wrists, pinning them together and rendering your hands useless.
your foot comes up to kick his back and he doesn't even wince. you tire yourself out almost immediately, unable to move from the weight of him as he straddled you. "i won already?" mark teases, all though upon inspection, his smile looks pained.
"i surrender," you huff and mark removes his hold on you. immediately, you go to pull yourself up and his hand meets your chest yet again - sending you back down to the ground. "mark, what the hell," you cry. you didn't want to admit it - but he came dangerously close to giving you whiplash with that one. it was ridiculous how one hand left you powerless beneath him. your breathing grew ragged, chest heaving under his palm.
"i don't believe you," he says, his own chest rising and falling rapidly.
"seriously mark. i raise my white flag," you say, moving your hand side to side like you were waving a flag. he gets off you without further incident and you lay back down on his bed, fighting off the heat on your cheeks as you caught your breath. mark crawled back into bed with you, opening the comic book up so you both could continue reading.
you definitely weren't able to read for shit after that though. you were too busy grappling with the recognition of his unfathomable strength and mark... well mark was too busy trying to keep his erection at bay to read either. his cock twitched in his pants, tip pathetically weepy as he realized in real time just how weak and powerless you were compared to him.
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â NEED A FRIEND YOU CAN FUCK, I CAN BE THAT â â clark kent.

MINORS DNI 18+ á¶» đ đ° .á âïž | dc comics. NOTES: i havenât seen this movie yet so unfortunately i donât know much about his characterization other than the trailer content. WARNINGS: fem reader ă established relationship ă explicit sexual content ă size difference ă david!clark has huge dick syndrome ă mentions of reader having hair ă trying out the mating press position ă talking you through it ă allusions to pussy eating ă p in v ă unprotected sex ă emphasis on eye contact.
âClark⊠I donât know about thisâŠâ you hedge, twisting the tip of your nail between the narrow space in your biting teeth. As your confidence wanes, a large and soothing hand smooths down from your shoulder to your arm. The calluses scratch you in a most pleasant way, and it relaxes some of the tense in your shoulders. You peer up at him uneasily, searching for reassurance as he adjusts to stand on his knees, rearranging your body when he tugs you down by your hips until youâre settled deep into the pillows of the bed. You sit pretty for him, the little nighty you had on having ridden up to show him whatâs underneath. At the sight of it again, his tongue rolls between his lips.
âJust⊠keep your eyes on me.â he calms you, his fist coming to rest next to you on the mattress, and it dips with his weight as he fixes to hover over you. Heâs so close to you now, blanketing you under his large body and the urge to capture his lips in a kiss from muscle memory is conveyed by the jut of your neck, reaching for him. Coolly, he lifts his chin to dodge it, making sure he knows youâre focusing. âRemember what we talked about?â Itâs an instruction to relay it, and your feet curl to fiddle with your toes in your socks, your fingers mirroring them in a nervous habit. You glance down, biting onto your lower lip, only to meet his gaze and be pacified by the kindness in his eyes. You tilt your head to your shoulder, staring at him lovingly.
âMhm.â you respond and nod obediently, your hair tickling your skin. ââStay still.ââ you parrot, and when his face breaks out in a grin, you mimic it.
âNo, no, that was before.â he chuckles, inclining over to peck you on your hair for such a cute mistake. Instead, his eyes darken from the recollection as he holds your gaze, and you feel warm in your chest. You had been squirming too much when his mouth was on you earlier, layering open kisses on your wet heat to help you loosen up. Even when he locked his arms around your thighs, you couldnât help but try to fight him, he didnât even budge. Instructing you was necessary to remind you to be good for him, otherwise youâd still be trying to run from your own orgasm. He reiterates the other conversation, âGotta try to stay relaxed. Deep breaths. Can you do that for me?â You make a show of thinking for a second, but end it with another nod all the same. At your permission, he begins to enact the position youâd be talking about beforeâthe one youâve never gotten to do with him. âItâll be like last time, okay?â he talks you through it as he kneels to maneuver you again, and the loss of his body heat makes you shiver. âWeâre gonna let you get used to it first.â One leg is raised to hook your ankle on his shoulder. âLetâs start with one.â
In a burst of confidence, you cry, âBoth!â and Clark looks at you crooked, wearing questioning brows and a little smirk that affirms your decision. âDo both.â you repeat, lifting your other leg with a point of your toes to reach his shoulder. His palm catches it, and takes it the rest of the way, settling both of your feet on either side of his neck. His hips push out, and your eyes flicker to his hard abdomen feeding into his v-line, that trail of pubic hair leading to the bulge in his pants.
Carefully, he stretches you out, folding you in half as he crawls back on top of you until your knees have hooked properly onto his shoulders. You squeak at the sensation of the bands in your thighs now taut, âFeeling okay, duchess? Need to start with something different?â he asks, you can hear the concern in his whisper, and feel his breath fan your cheek.
âNo, Iâm okay, Iâm okay.â you insist, your eyes falling closed until he peppers kisses onto your jawline. Your lashes flutter open when you remember what he said. Keep your eyes on me⊠âI want you, Clark. I really do.â
âIâm not even in yet and I can already hear your little heartbeat. Are you sure?â he speaks through latching his mouth onto your neck, tasting your pulse on his tongue. He ends the suck with a wet pop, and you wiggle your hips with need at his frustrating stalling. âWe can go back to what we were doing before. I donât mind.â He certainly eats your pussy like he doesnât mind, but right now you need something a little harder.
âMhm. Please. Please?â Your brows skew into something pathetic, the way heâs talking to you has you twitching around nothing, and you feel his grin against your neck.
He rears to meet your eyes, a gentle hand coming to brush a lock of hair behind your ear. âYeah,â he says quietly, âyeah, letâs try it. Just keep talking to me, okay? Donât try to be brave.â Something about eye contact and the sound of undoing his pants makes you flood, watching him with your hazy bedroom gaze as he grips the base to feed into you. His tip brushes your clit and you suck in through your teeth with a hiss. Clumsily, it searches for the give, and your hips chase it even though your tailbone is suspended in air right now. As he sinks the head in, you both inhale, and you witness the twitch in his eye as his pupils darken, buttering your insides with pre as he gently ruts into you with just an inch.
You reach for him, fingers tangle in his hair, and you clutch onto him as you ride out the sting of being stretched. âMore,â you tell him breathlessly, âmore, ClarkâŠâ The way youâre looking at him, the way his name pours from your parted lips like sex, his jaw slacks as he starts shoving in for his sake more than yours. You just feel so good. Warm and soft, he canât help but beg for your heat to be wrapped around more of him. You moan in anguish, your back arching off the bed as just half of him hurts. He scolds himself for acting like a dog, pulling out enough for you to notice. âNo!â you whine, desperation clear on your tongue, your grip releases him to grab onto the loose waistband of his pants hanging off his hips. You use the fabric as handlebars, yanking him toward you. Youâve got no hope of overpowering him, but itâs enough to show him what you want. âPlease, Clarkie, pleaseââ
Your feet bob in suspense as he forces more of himself in, sinking an inch away from the hilt as the last of your resolve melts, as if heâs battering you open with each stroke. Keeping your eyes on him is too much when your eyes canât focus, lazing into the back of your head as he hits that spongy spot inside you perfectly at this angle. âItâs⊠so deep. Itâs so deep, youâre so deepâŠâ you babble, your chest jumping as he sheathes all the way in over and over again. Sweetly, he lands on his elbows, freeing his hands to cradle your head. Noises fill the room, skin smacks skin, grunts escaping his nose, your pretty lofty moans. Itâs a symphony. A love letter from body to body. You ache and drool around his cock lodged so deep up your guts you can feel him in your throat.
âYou look so beautiful like thisâŠâ Clark manages to say through his efforts, and he feels tremors build in your legs. âWhatâd you call this position again?â
âM-â you stutter, âmating press.â
âThatâs right. A mating press.â
@HANASNX 2025 | do not copy, plagiarize, or steal.
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Hot nâ Sticky
summary â rafe helps you sleep in this unbearable heat
warnings â fem!reader, 18+, pet names, brotherâs bff, smut, innocent!reader x dark!rafe, unprotected sex, penetration, breeding kink & more
note â itâs too hot here so hereâs another fic inspired by the heatwave. thereâs a lot of dark themes & dumb!reader so pretty please do not read if ur a minor and consume this content with caution. enjoy xx
masterlist & obx minilist!
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You rolled onto your other side facing the wall, before rolling back again. The heat was too much and the fan wasnât doing anything to help, except for blowing more hot air your way. This is what you get for leaving your parents to fix the air conditioning when theyâve never been on time for anything in their lives. Thatâs when an idea popped into your head!
You pulled off the oversized shirt that had begun to stick to your back (ew) and threw it across the room. You refused to sleep with underwear, finding the fabric too sticky in this heat, so maybe sleeping naked would help? As it turns out, it did not.
You pouted at the ceiling wishing you could magically teleport to somewhere much cooler. Maybe somewhere exotic! Hmmm, no theyâd be even hotter and stickier than here. It would have to be somewhere boring and grey like England. You giggled at your internal monologue, momentarily forgetting about the heat. What if instead of teleporting to another country, you just slept in a different room with air conditioning? You smiled at your brilliant idea, settling on the spare room where one of your brotherâs friends was spending the night. Rafe wouldnât mind⊠right?
You tiptoed towards the spare bedroom, your tits bouncing as you skipped over the creaky floorboards. Rafeâs soft snores echoed through the door as you let yourself inside. This whole ordeal felt like that one Mission Impossible movie heâd shown you! You climbed into the bed, your nipples hardening at the cold breeze. Rafe liked to have his room on the extra cold side. You always teased that it matched the icy attitude youâd only heard about, but he claimed he ran warm. Maybe you should test that theory?
You began part two of your mission, slowly pulling the covers over you while shifting closer to him. You were practically clinging to the blonde like a panda and his favourite stick of bamboo before Rafe stirred.
âW-wha angel?â Rafeâs dick twitched under the sheets.
The blonde moved his arm, hugged by your tits, his fingers running over your pebbled nipples. âYou cold?â He needed to hear you say it so he could do something about it.
âMmhm, sâtoo hot nâ sticky in mine so I came here. Hope thatâs okay Rafey.â The boy in question glanced down at your soft lips, âmore than okay baby, you shouldâve come to me earlier. Didnât know you slept naked.â
âJusâ âcause itâs too hot, itâs more comfy.â You smiled at him shyly with your big eyes. Rafe began to remove his clothes and toss them to the side. You tilted your head to the side in question.
âYou said it was more comfy anâ youâre always right so I thought Iâd try it out.â
Rafeâs hand slipped between your thighs, spreading them apart. His fingers teased your pussy as you squirmed under his touch. Your curious eyes followed his achingly slow movements as he prepped you with his fingers. âGetting my girl ready for bed, itâs proven in this scientific study I read that you sleep much better after this.â You nodded dumbly much more focused on his fingers pumping in and out of your dripping pussy.
âThatâs the first step.â He smirked watching you whine as you tried to catch your breath. Your back felt sticky but you didnât mind.
Rafe lined himself up, entering you before you were ready. You gasped, your back arching, fingers reaching out to hold onto something and instead landing on blondeâs marked up back. âShhhh, canât wake anyone up now or we have to start again.â His cock dragged slowly against your walls before plunging back in, hitting a spot that felt like that one time you understood everything in math. You wanted more and he gave it to you.
You cried out as you came, Rafe following not too long after, spilling his load inside you. The blondeâs lips immediately wrapped around your perfect tits, sucking and pulling, leaving hickies and bite marks all over your body. You were his.
Your eyes began to slowly close. âMmhm is it done?â The blonde nodded as your eyes fluttered shut, his cock slowly fucking his cum into you, âitâs done.â
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Margaritaville | MASTERLIST



PRICE x READER
For days now, youâve been seeing the same broad-shouldered man lounging around the resort.
Or: the knocked up on vacation au
tags: Size Difference, Size Kink, Explicit Sexual Content, AFAB reader - Freeform, Older Man/Younger Woman, Light Dubious Consent, Husband-Wife Play, Breeding Kink
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
Extras
Series moodboard
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since no one said it Iâll say it nobody cared about JJ the way cleopope did and the way JJ cared about them ofc pope bc itâs his boyfriend but Cleo he cared so much like he never wanted to leave them/her behind unlike the others who just left him behind not even johnb did care about him like cleopope all johnb cared about was sarah and kie never cared about that man and we saw that from s1 to finish the way she didnât check on him after his dad tried murdering him and all she said was Iâm sorry j(derogatory) the way Cleo was not leaving him too like pope we get it but Cleo didnât either no my jjpopecleo it just hitting I wonât see them again ever!
Cleo wasnt only caring about him bc her boyfriend was his bestie or because JJ was in love with her bf it was a deep understanding they both loved the same dorky there was this knowledge we canât be damaged or bad people if they both have someone like pope heyward the guy with biggest heart care and love them deeply and for them both to love him they couldnât be that bad which both of them thought they were bc of how they acted and the things they did to survive my babies
JJCLEO are the definition of how I can I hate her/him when she/he loves you and thatâs how they formed that deep of bond that even JJ dosent have with Sarah or lie and heâs known them longer that speaks loudly!
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He playin like he didn't experience it before Cleo was around
yâall gonna jump me if i say jjpopecleo?

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Cleo being the first one, and jj be like who's? While he knows damn well it's Pope
yâall gonna jump me if i say jjpopecleo?

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thinking about john b failing to see that jj has been beaten up by luke in ep5 s1 while rafe immediately zeroes on it and taunts him with it (because he sees himself in that).
âyou are starting to look just like your daddyâ
#thereâs only person whoâs ever truly understood me and i fucking hate that guy sort of vibe#prev tags#jj maybank#rafe cameron
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idk about dash but me myself and i am ready for werewolf!cowboy. waiting (im)patiently with eyes, ears, arms and legs wide open
"I'm sorry it has to be like this, sugar." He's so obedient, sitting there patiently as you lock the chains around his wrists. They have a bit of slack now, but once moonlight hits, they'll be snug. "I'm just not very good at behaving myself, it seems."
You give him a sympathetic look. He's a good guy, really: a sweet neighbor, a helpful hand around the yard, and not to mention nice to look at. He'd probably be your husband,
If you wasn't for the werewolf thing.
"We'll make sure you stay put this time," you sigh. "I can't have you running around the woods looking for me again."
"I can't help it." he whines. He's sat on the floor, shirt off, jeans on. His legs are spread wide enough for you to sit between and fix his bindings. His body is already starting its change: his chest has a dusting of hair, his shoulders are broadening, his cock is hard and heavy in his pants-
"I just want you so bad."
His eyes are heavy with lust- still human and controlled.
"I can behave when I'm just a guy-" he continues. "But the other guy can't help it, 'specially since you're always-"
He pauses. You shift away to study his face.
"I'm always what?"
"I'm keeping my mouth shut so you don't smack me."
"Tell me."
He hems over it for another second.
"I'm just saying that fuckin' monster in my head wants to make babies with the prettiest girl in town." He sniffs the air pointedly. "And honey, I can taste that you are fucking ready for it."
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