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Anyway, I think Elrond had a breakdown on Elladan and Elrohir's sixth birthday because they're so young, which means that he and Elros were that young whenâ
#because when you're a kid your living your full lived experience#so you don't know how young you are#but oh boy do I think it hit home for Elrond on his sons' birthday#imagining what he went through at that age on /them/#...angst hours over here#elrond#elros#elrond and elros#elladan#elrohir#the silmarillion#lotr#lotr appendices#third kinslaying#softlysilver
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đđ đđđđđđ Ëâ⥠â satoru gojo
đ§đđ«đđđŹ â your husband is unbearably clingy.
đđ€đŁđ©đđŁđ© â0.9k words. no pronouns used or specified gender for the reader. intended lowercase. established relationship (#married).
a/n. â iâm warning u guys right now that this is not proofread đ .. i literally just typed this up rq and posted it bc itâs been too long since iâve last posted something on here
p.s. the prompt was in my notes from a longgg time ago, but i believe itâs from @/creativepromptsforwriting .. if not please lmk !!
"c'mere, hold my hand," satoru pleads for what has to be the third time. he pouts at you, whoâs sitting on the countertop.
your brows furrow as you look up from your phone, "but, you're washing the dishes?â
he twists the faucet handle, and a steady stream of water flows down. after a brief glance at you, he places the plate beneath the water and says, "i know how to multitask, baby."
clinginess is defined as âthe tendency to stay near someone for emotional support, protection, ect.â but there has to be another term for what satoru is, because you can't give any of those things while holding his hand right now.
you let out a deep breath and turn off your phone, watching as the screen fades to black. "satoru, there's no way i'm sticking my hand in that dirty dishwater," you say, sliding your phone into your pocket.
he practically shoves the plate into the drying rack. "i can't believe this," he huffs. "we literally had vows."
âwhat are yââ
âwe had vows that said youâd love me in sickness and in health.â
"wellâŠare you sick?" you ask, crossing your arms across your chest.
he pauses his task of washing dishes, leaving them untouched. leaning over the sink, he rests his arms against its edge. he steals a furtive glance at you, only to find your gaze locked onto him. with a hint of hesitation, he softly mumbles, "no..." before you can respond, he interrupts, "but iâm in health, and the vows said that you have to love and cherish me in this state too."
you lean back, searching your mind for what the alternative of holding his hand would be. because in no world would you hold his hand in dishwasher. then, it hits you. "for now, would a hug make you feel better?"
he answers your question with a hum, and you can't believe he's debating whether or not to accept your offer after all that drama over holding hands in dishwater. even so, he adds, "i'll have to give it some thought."
two can play that game.
âitâs okay,â you say, gracefully hopping down from the counter. a smirk spreads across your face. âi could just goâsit on the couch?â slowly, you start to walk in his direction and make your way over to the living room.
he doesnât say anything, letting you do as you please. itâs not until you start to pass by him, that you get the reaction you wanted.
or atleast, somewhat similar to what you wanted.
"on second thoughtâ" he exclaims, and the dishwater swirls around him as he turns around, his hands still wet and dripping.
you cringe as small puddles gather on the tiles. "heyâ" but he interrupts you as he reaches out to grab your wrist. âewâIâwhat the hell?â
you instinctively try to pull back, but he slips his wet hand in yours; sealing your fate.
âsatoruââ
âwhat happened to nicknames?â
âsatoru.â
"âm not sure who that is. i go by a lot of names, but not that one. lets go down the list, yeah?â he clears his throat. âi go by "babe, baby, sweâ"
"you should consider adding "gojo" to that list."
"now, when have you ever called me gojo?â
"right now, in exactly ten seconds.â your husband gasps, hanging his mouth open. âsatoru goâ"
âwoah woah woahâwhatâd i do to deserve this treatment?â
âyou put your dirty dishwater hand in mine.â you jerk your hand back, struggling to escape free of his grip.
his grip tightens on your hand, âif youâre feeling like not loving me today then just say that.â
âheyâdonât discredit me. i offered you a hug and you said you had to âthinkâ about it.â
âcause holding your hand âs better.â
you sigh, âafter youâre done with the dishes, you can hold my hand as long as you want.â
he lets out a soft, thoughtful humâthe same hum that got you both into this situation in the first place. at the same time you shake your head, a mischievous twinkle appears in his eyes, and a smile twists onto the edges of his lips. "deal" he says, shaking your hand. âbut before-â
you tsk, making him drop his excuse.
âwhââ
"the quicker these dishes get done, the quicker youâll be able to hold my hand. so get on with itâgo," you playfully command, and his grip loosens in response. seizing the opportunity, you slide your hand out of his grasp. you look down at it, seeing bits of food thatâve stuck to your palm. gross.
you walk over to the sink, feeling the cool water flow over your hand, washing away the food and dirt that clung to your skin. as you stand there, you hear satoru's voice grumbling from behind, "i hate doing dishes,â and you canât help but snort.
before you know it, you feel his presence close behind you, his body pressing against yours. his arms encircle you, creating a cozy pocket of space between the counter and his body. satoru leans over your shoulder, gets a sponge from the soapy water, and starts washing a bowl. you simply lean back and look at his features.
the sight almost makes you want to stay in his arms forever. that is, until you realize the predicament you're in.
âyou did not,â you whine. you desperately try to break free from the cage heâs trapped you in, but your attempts prove more and more pointless.
"oh, yes, i did," he declares with a smile. âwhat did you say earlier?" he clears his throat before proceeding. "the faster these dishes are done, the sooner you'll be able to hold my hand," he says, mockingly imitating your tone. "so, the faster these dishes are done, the sooner you can leave and do anything you want."
you sulk and moan while you reluctantly grab a dish and a spare sponge from the sink. âi hate you.â
âi love you more.â
#(ăŁË Âł(Ë á” Ëàž ) âą ËËË đđđđđđđđ đđđđđđ àżàŸ#i have a essay due in a couple hours and iâm over here writing fics .. ïżœïżœïżœ#gojo x reader#gojo x reader fluff#gojo angst#gojo x you#gojo headcanons#gojo scenarios#satoru gojo#satoru gojo x reader#jjk x reader#jjk gojo#jjk x you#jjk fluff#jujustu kaisen#jujustu kaisen x reader#jujustu kaisen headcanons
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Do you guys think that Remus got Virgil Mr Fuzzy as an excuse to talk to him more or just bring it up in conversation because he misses Virgil and wants to hang out with him again orâ
#welp Iâm sad now#didnât think youâd be getting dukexiety angst today did ya?#come join me over here itâs sad boi hours#thomas sanders#sanders sides#remus sanders#Virgil sanders#dukexiety#platonic or romantic#what makes the perfect gift
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#I've read it.#**** you just read fluff chaos and little amount of angst and here BUM#It took me almost 2 hours to read just one chapter I don't know why but no regrets at all#With all these emotional ups and downs#I have one novel that I hold on the very top of the angst stories (I haven't read that many books#stories and fics and can judge only withing that little I have)#but if mnmc keep going like this this I need to widen my place on top...#I've cried over Mojo again#The same scene and here we go again. how.#And then this one SORRY I CAN'T PUT IT INTO WORDS#The way they triet each other#they both go through hell#All little details about their emotions#Their differences yet so many similarities#I don't like the angst is placed out of nowhere but this fic was BORN IN ANGST#I WANNA BITE BIG MAMA'S HEAD OFF#FOR THE GOD'S SAKE LEON KILL HER FRIEND#YOU WANTED LEO JUST TO BE SAFE BUT WHAT'S THE MEANING IF HE'S NOT#AND IT'S SO DARK IN THEIR CEILING THAT LEON COULDN'T EVEN SEE WHAT'S GOING ON WITH LEO#SO MANY THINGS HAPPENED AT ONE TIME#I DID COUNT WITHOUT JOKES HOW MANY TIMES I DID CRY DON'T JUDGE (I AM HARD TO CRY ON SOMETHING THAT DOESN'T CATCH MY ATTENTION I GUESS MY AT#ENTION IS CAUGHT WELL ENOUGH) 4 TIMES. 4 F***ING TIMES#FOR THE GOD'S SAKE I WANNA SEE CLICHE WHEN THEIR BROTHERS JUST BOOOM CRUSH EVERYTHING AROUND ON THIS AIRPLANE AND SAVE THEIR BROTHERS I WAN#A A CLICHE#I DON'T WANT IT TO BE THE END OF THE STORY WHEN LEON DIES HOW HE WANTED FROM THE VERY BEGINNING#I AM NOT OKAY OVER THE WAY HE TREATS THESE KIDS#OR LEO SUDDENLY A BOOST OF POWERS AND TELEPORTS THEM#ANYTHING#JUST NOT DEATH#AT LEAST NOT LIKE THIS
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save us mattlan google doc. mattlan google doc save us
anon idk if it'll save us
#and that's not even the worse thing in this chapter! or fic! like it gets much worse! so much worse!#Angst with a capital A hours over here... they put me through hell whilst writing old habits and i'm dishing that energy STRAIGHT BACK#a habit to kick
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El has nightmares. they both do, it's no surprise. Max knows all the classics, and can sometimes tell which El is having by what she murmurs in her sleep. lots of Starcourt and lab ones. Max dying is easily the most common one. for all those, Max can wake her and comfort her and tell her it's okay.
a rare one that Max hates the most is when El cries mama? like a lost child. that's the one that always makes Max cry, because there's not a thing she can do about it. all the love in the world is no replacement for what was taken from El. she will never recover, and there are no real words of comfort to offer.
for those, Max tries to gather her up gently without waking her, and hold her close, and hope that El's dreams might shape her arms into the ones she needs.
sometimes, when El tightens around her and breathes more softly, mama, Max likes to think maybe it's working. she kisses her head and tries her hardest to cry silently.
#angst#elmax#while I think the Max arc was possibly the best thing this show ever did#one negative is that Max's trauma kind of overshadows El's#(mostly because it was a solo mission and El never tends to share with the class)#a huge thing I've always wanted from this show is for really any of El's friends to gain any inkling of what she's been through#what the lab was really like or what happened with her mother etc and to empathize with her#Max was our best bet for that but her trauma plate is pretty full and idk if I see a lot of that happening between them in 5#maybe Will#El's life is unimaginably tragic and horrifying and I can't stand it if they just kinda never talk about it#anyway its harlow monkey hours over here and Im making it your problem
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smth about secrets, acceptance, and relief
open for better quality | no reposts | ID under the cut
[Image description: A four page comic of Kaveh and Alhaitham. In the spur of the moment, Alhaitham confesses something to Kaveh. Kaveh is surprised for a moment, but soon notices Alhaitham is tense and trembling from the sheer emotion. He gently holds his hands and talks to him. Alhaitham listens quietly and stares at his hands in Kaveh's. When he calms down, he leans onto Kaveh's shoulder.]
#kaveh#alhaitham#kavetham#genshin impact#genshin#fanart#myart#comic#this was a test to see whether i could make myself draw smth with low detail and still make it work#still took me like. 3 hours though so i might not have succeeded on the efficiency part ehe#anyway. was not feeling well today/technically yesterday so kvthms get angst to comfort in my place#r.m dropped his indigo solo album too and that's definitely contributing to the Emotions#it's fine tomorrow/technically today will be better than yesterday#i feel a little better already after listening to his album and that goes to show the power b.ts has over me#however i'm not going to get sappy over them now i'm saving that for later lol#i hope everyone's doing ok though#it's cold now so be mindful of your health!!#take care of yourselves <3#we're all going to be ok i am saying it here now
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Im sorry but can you do 45 angst for parrlyn? U don't have to tho!
45- "leave" (very quick doodle for you!)
#hi anon akshdjdhd thank you for asking so politely i guess#here's this .. 'm not sure what exactly but it's exam project season rn#and like!!! screwed up stress responses all over the place!!#anyways.#six the musical#six the musical fanart#anne boleyn#catherine parr#parrlyn#... the angst of being in an awkward situation#quick run down: been reading fic (not helping my revision any but nevertheless) and looking back at old characterisations of cathy#and like one thing was the coffee/ lack of sleep/ stress response thing that seems like part of widely accepted hc#and. well. um my stress response is avoidance! including of people#so yeahhhh maybe pushing people away is bad but also people can be so overwhelming even in the same room yknow#aka why i haven't been studying with friends (sad haha) and like maybe i'm projecting a little bit . shh#also also anne! bestie! me too! logically it's the 'ily but i really Cannot rn' and yeah it checks out but#on the other side of it the rsd / anxiety hits hard it's like oh i'm a terrible person#then you spend the next hour coaxing yourself out of that piece of sh- mindset#so. that's the idea of angst but also apparently most people don't know the insides of my head so what's angst for me#which is usually strongest with Implications instead of proper whump or whatnot#isn't probably angst for the. general populace ..#maybe it's the anxiety? *fingerguns*#alright! gn!#<side story: there was once this guy who kept trying to get me to go out with him to study (?still actually but now he's resigned to reject#-âion) and i couldn't say to his face ' i would want you to stop breathing tbh because your physical presence in the same room would set me#absolutely off and into a nervous breakdown' and that's how i ended up saying 'people are distracting' and implied i was interested in him>#<lowkey. very yikes>
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as much as i love the choices i went with which were rain managing to make like. meaningful eye contact through his feral thrashings i have to assume, i do also love the choices here of just biting and growling. some sort of Creachur
#i'm going to pretend in my personal canon#that rain was just getting things across through like fleeting desperate eye contact#meanwhile he was also thrashing and growling and biting and saying reprehensible shit to gale so he was doing Every dialogue choice here#and gale just had like the World's Worst Night where he had to sit up for hours#trying to talk his tied up boyfriend out of whatever kind of fit he was having#without having a single goddamn idea what was going on beyond the brief warning rain was able to give him before it took over#love the angst thank you for the angst larian#fel's bg3#oc: rain#rain/gale
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â alright, alright, alright. i forgot to post this the other day, but sometimes i send my sister things i wrote for y'all & well, she isn't wrong lmfao
#x | alright alright alright ( OOC. )#[ it is only angst hours over here ]#[ soft? sure but you can bet i'm gonna follow it up with angst ]#[ i can't help it ]
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#angst hours for leanne and woowoo#time for the consequences of her own actions#sorry if im slow over here she's being bullied now
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Glitch Pokémon Inspired Ultra Beast Penny
Basically what it says on the title. This is a Ultra Beast design of Penny.
Art Created: IDK the properties window says it was created on December 25, 2022 so around that I guess
Inspiration came from the Glitch PokĂ©mon â . or as it is known: Female Symbol.
For those who DON'T know... This is Female Symbol
(Enlarged because the original image was too small)
This Pokémon is well known for playing a glitch song without any end in sight.
The Bulbapedia Article for this majestic haunting beast here:
The other things that inspired this design and story is the Glitch City Ghost of Gen 2 infamy and UB Character AU/Wicked AU (And Ultra Beasts in general).
(That and the fact that Penny's dream is to become an idol singer and generally likes to sing. Female Symbol's tendency to create an endless song that softlocks your game due to never entering the battle options screen makes it perfect for a character that is known for aspiring to be a great singer.)
So, what's the story? The story is that she finds a odd bug in one of the games that have yet to be released that affects it in a way that completely destroys the functionality of the game. Everybody is busy with something and she doesn't want to bother anyone. No normal bug-fixing methods work so she enters the game to resolve the issue or otherwise analyze it. (This is after WarioWare Get it Together.) The bug turns out to be a digital entity akin to a virus and attacked her. She manages to get away from the virus and the virus then sets up a digital field in the cyberspace. Penny attempts to leave the digital realm but finds out she can't. As she waits for someone to find her, she notices her body is presenting some minor visual glitching and decides to scan herself to be safe. She then finds out that the digital field is slowly but surely corrupting the data that is currently making up her body and effectively "mutating" her in horrific ways. Scared by this she attempts to find any method possible to escape and when that doesn't work, she pleads for someone to hear her and help. Sadly, nobody in the WarioWare office at the time due to everyone being on a break due to Wario getting sued for something he did and having to go on one of his treasure hunting expeditions in order to pay back the fines and make money back. As time goes on, she gets worse and worse as the glitching alters her body in horrifiying and tragic ways. By the time someone comes across the game, she's glitched so badly that the program can't glitch her to be any worse. Any attempt to cry for help gets warped into strange glitchy sound that sound unearthly and haunting. Unfortunately, the aforementioned 'Someone' happened to be Wario, who when he found the game and saw Penny's pitiful state, sees the damage done to the game and thought that Penny was the cause of the glitched condition of the game, felt disgusted and went to delete the game entirely and start anew. Penny, realizing that Wario wasn't going to get help but effectively erase her from existence panicked and finds a opening in the field created by the computer. Seeing her chance to escape, she goes through the opening and into the computer. Wario, angry at the fact the "stupid virus thing" escaped the game and entered his computer, attempts to delete her. She evades this fate and jumps across other computers, away from Wario. Wario winds up accidentally breaking his computer in the process of all of this and walks away, grumbling about how he now has to fix his computer and curses her out, forgetting about the game entirely. Meanwhile, Penny realizes into the analog world and finds a pond. Having not seen herself since the beginning of the whole ordeal, she curiously peers at the pond. When she stares into the water, she sees a terrifying creature staring back at her. Upon the realization that the creature staring back is her, she cries loudly and feels huge amounts of despair. After she wipes away her tears, she decides to find someone to help her. She is willing to cross the land seeking aid to fix the problem.
So, yeah.. That is alot. The story continues after that but that's the beginning of it all. Lots of angst to go around but it does get better, believe me.
There are ideas to make Ultra Beast designs for the other characters but I only have the codenames for them.
Version with Black Lines
Headshot for anyone interested (Made around the same day as the main image)
And one with background
Look I really like Glitch Pokémon, man.
#My Art!#warioware#warioware penny#penny crygor#pokemon#ultra beast#fanmade ultra beast#fanmon#fanmade pokemon#kind of#i think i did pretty good#I made a subtle redesign recently#I am trying to make a concept art to better understand the design#A lot of Penny Angst hour over here#A lot of the story could be summed up as: and then it gets worse#Well that and: Poor poor Penny#Don't worry it gets better for her#eventually...
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â youâve got me wanting you
[part iii of sugar, sugar] | [part ii] [masterlist]
wolverine/logan howlett x neighbor!f!reader
rated e - 7.4k
tags: jealous/posessive!logan, baker!neighbor!reader, wingman!wade, flirting, feelings, (another short) miscommunication, immature humor, light angst, use of alcohol, threat of violence, use of alcohol and smoking, semi-public sex, bathroom sex, PiV, creampie
As the days pass, you think your time spent with Logan is pretty much perfect. Well... almost.
(Or - a dash of insecurity, some badgood advice from Wade, a near-fight at a bar, and the confession of overdue feelings.)
Those two nights spent with Logan turn into more.
The days are bleeding together, blurring. You fit well with him, you think. Together in Wade's apartment - spanning that space between their chatter and silence. Softening edges, though you think he's softened, too.
A stray cat coming around.Â
Bristling, with narrowed, untrusting eyes. Slowly learning that he can lean into your touch.Â
Your days since have been spent humming as you work. It had been an anchor once, this routine of yours. Getting up early used to give you something to get up for. Enjoying the whirlwind of prepping, measuring, making, decorating.Â
Now - you're grateful for how quickly the day passes because it means you can't overanalyze. Because it means by the time you catch your breath at the end of the day, you're already heading home to him.Â
Takeout was brought over to their apartment. A crappy movie with a hand curled around you, sending your heartbeat racing. The night ending at yours, hours between dusk and dawn spent learning every inch of each other.Â
You think it's pretty much perfect.
Well... almost.
âDo you think Logan likes me?â
It slips out of you. Something thatâs been worrying at you, a splinter trapped just beneath your skin. You regret asking almost immediately - the sun glinting off the silver needle as you push it through the lycra suit.Â
âYou mean the guy thatâs been fucking your brains out for the past couple weeks?â
âWade.â
âOh, sorry.â He lines his knife up, poking a hole in the top of his styrofoam container - coaxing the waitress from lunch to give him a âtake-home-margaritaâ. A cheerful âbaby knife!â as he sheathes it again,â I mean the guy thatâs been having totally-chaste-and-appropriate adult sleepovers with you?â
You understand what heâs getting at. Stalling, holding up his suit - another gash sewn shut with black thread, âYou sure this is okay?âÂ
âMhmm,â He hums, âGives me that bride-of-frankenstein vibe Iâve always wanted. Besides, anything is better than before.â
âYou insisted, you helpless little man-baby.â Al adds, from her lounge seat, âLearn to dodge.â
Wade splutters - your lips twitching, as you work.
âSee what I live with?â He gripes, âMaybe the two of you outta trade. Itâd be cramped, but I bet the three of us could sardine it.â
âYou wouldnât last a week without Althea,â You snort. A beat, before you gather the courage to circle back to the topic at hand, âAnd besides, thatâs just it. Iâm not sure he wants to sleep with me."Â
The summer breeze feels better up here, on the roof. The whip of the wind cooling you, as you work your way across the once-again battered suit - propped up against the brick parapet.Â
âOkay, time out. Missing link here.â Wade gives you a sideways look, before his head pivots, "You cannot hit me with this fake virginal act when I literally heard you two fuck an hour after you met."
A beat, "And like, pretty much every day since then. I think I even heard a howl last night-"
Your eyes roll, "Wade. Heâs not a werewolf, he did not howl-"
"Well, not anymore.â Wade smirks, âAnd funny that you assume I meant the Moan Wolf, but I could have meant you-"
You groan, head cradled in your hands, "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, we'll keep it down. It's just-"
Itâs just youâve been here before - this liminal space between an excellent physical connection, and more. You've done the hookup thing - casual, friends-with-benefits, lonely strangers. Thought you had learned how to keep your emotions in check, especially with those past experiences.
But youâve never met someone like Logan before.Â
He makes you feel bare. Soft-hearted and stripped down - wearing your feelings on your sleeve. Opening yourself up - only for your fingers to brush up against a brick wall, in return.Â
Wade must catch your tone because he sets down the styrofoam container - the pink umbrella tucked against his ear.Â
"Alright Sugarbuns, tell Papa Bear what's bothering you."Â
You grimace at the names, another flicker of regret lingering in the corners of your mind. But you find yourself talking. Letting those worries flow from you in a rush. Â
But Wade would know, wouldn't he? It's his friend, after all.Â
"He leaves after."
His eyebrows raise, and you continue, "I mean, he'll stay for a bit but he always winds up on the couch by morning. Iâll wake up in the middle of the night and heâs out there. I mean, I thought he'd want a bed, after where he's been staying, no offense-"
Thought heâd want to stay with you.Â
You nudged at it once. Getting nothing more than a grumbled excuse about not sleeping well, something about nightmares. Something you accepted, only to find him tucked in your bed a few days later - curled in your sheets when you had rushed back to the apartment after leaving your phone.Â
Hadnât wanted to push, even if it confused you. Wouldnât he want comfort, after a bad dream? You always did.Â
"Offense taken, Blind Al and I are excellent bedmates," Wade interrupts, "But please, continue."
His joke eases you a little. Risking a sideways glance, finding him already looking at you.
âI like him, Wade. I just really want this to work out.â
He hums, sympathetically. Knowing all too well the complexities of like and love. How you feel deeper than youâre letting on - he always was perceptive, after all.Â
A beat, before your head turns.Â
"Do you think it's me?"Â
He does laugh then, his shoulder leaning to bump yours, "Sugar, you have a two-hundred-year-old boyfriend who's gone through a massive amount of trauma and has an alcohol problem, and you want to know if it's you?"
"Fuck." The heels of your palms press into your eyes, "Okay, okay-"
"I literally traveled through the void with him, Planes, Trains, and Automobiles-style. The John Candy to my Steve Martin, and even after saving the world he still wanted to kill me."
"Wait," Your head lifts, "Why would you be Steve Martin in that scenario?"
âHeâs the main character, as am I.â He barrels past your question, "The point is, if he didn't like you, you'd know. You just need to be-"
"Patient." You finish, "Yeah, I know."Â
And you do know. Even since that first meeting, you've known that he's been eaten up inside. Cracks of the man beneath leaking through his gruff exterior, as you had sat together on that couch.Â
But Wade called him your boyfriend, but he's not. Not really - no conversation to indicate that's how he saw himself.Â
It just left you confused. Vulnerable. Enough that you did dumb shit like this - going to Wade for romantic advice. The man who proposed with a ring pop and thought that a prostate orgasm was a sign of being soulmates.Â
"Maybe youâre giving him too much. Withhold a little," Al interrupts, making you jump, "That's what landed me my second husband. Begged for it like a dog, and was married the next month. God rest his soul."
Wade mouths an exaggerated âwhat the FUCK" at you, before shooting a dark look in her direction - only just then seeing her smirk.
"Oh, youâre joking? She came to us for help and youâre joking-â A sniff, as Wade turns back, "So anyways, donât do that. Do something normal. Like internalize it, until it makes you snap."
His face screws up, as he adds, âOr, maybe try it? That bricked me up a bit-â
"Or,â Al adds, âMaybe you should just talk to him, Sugar."
Althea always knew how to cut to the chase and give the hard advice you needed to hear. You just wish you werenât afraid of the answer.
âYouâre both right,â Your head dips against Wade's shoulder, âI owe you. Again.â
Silence lingering, though itâs not uncomfortable. Leaving you to think about what he said.
The suit passed over to him, when you tie the final knot, âDone.â
âThanks,â A beat passes, as he gives you a sideways look, âAny chance you want to cash in on that favor tonight?â
You know better than to agree without more info - an eyebrow raising as you wait.
âVanessa is coming over tonight.â Wade gives you a meaningful look, âIt would be great to have the apartment to ourselves for a bit.â
The serious tone does not last, as he smirks, âI fully intend to break my months of celibacy the second the opportunity arises.â
âMonths?â You hadnât realized it had been that long. Thought he would have moved on, in some ways.Â
âYears, actually,â He adds, casually, âTurns out my obvious romantic hangups plus this-â
A gesture at his face,â Are a total boner-killer. As well as having an elderly roommate, apparently. Especially one who wonât leave.â
You shoot him a sharp look at the self-deprecation, Alâs voice cutting through.
âI told you, Iâm hitting the casino for singles night.â
âOkay. I can drop Al off and pick her up,â Your mind is already racing ahead, âAnd Logan and I can go out to dinner or something.â
The prospect is exciting. Despite the time spent together, you havenât really gone on too many dates yet. After your long hours and his rotating work schedule, your meetings have mostly been late-night. Quick meals whipped up in your kitchen. A rotating pile of delivery menus.Â
âThat would be great.â He smiles, âThanks, Sugar.â
âOf course.â You smile, before adding, âWhat are you going to make?âÂ
A frown, when he hesitates.
âDonât tell me youâre going to wing it.â
âI wasnât winging it,â He protests, âI was going to hit up olâ reliable.â
âFor a second-first date? You canât do takeout from Buns and Roses.â
A sigh, as you turn to face him, tugging out your phone, âYou should make something nice. I have this recipe bookmarked for engagement roast chicken. Iâll help you-â
He tugs your phone out of your hand, scrolling through the eight-paragraph opener before the start of the recipe.Â
âMake this for her, show her youâre serious-,â You start.
Wade finishes, with a smile.Â
â-and thereâll be a cock ring on it before midnight.â
You keep catching yourself looking at him.
Itâs almost embarrassing how bad you have it. Still not used to seeing Logan like this - away from your small apartment.Â
Seeing him at work was different - a very cognizant realization that you were on the clock. The counter between you like a barrier, even when you slip a coffee and pastry across it. A lightning-quick kiss pressed into his cheek. The relentless teasing from your coworkers, after.Â
But here - crammed in a booth, his hand slipping just under the hem of your dress, a palm curved against your thigh - itâs something else, entirely. Even in this dark corner, you have to resist letting your hands wander. Eyes flicking to the deep cut of his button-down flannel - dark hair peeking out from the curve of his white tank. The blue and grey pattern pretty against his skin.Â
A curl of smoke pours from his lips, a cigar fit between two fingers.Â
Logan had been curious to find you in the apartment when he got home. The aroma of the roast chicken wafting through the space, as you talked Wade through the last steps. The slow sweep of his eyes over the pretty sundress you wore, tugged from the back of your closet.Â
It hadnât taken much convincing, when you asked him to get dinner out with you. Even with Althea in tow, safely dropped off for her night out.Â
âThis is nice.â You smile, and his eyebrow lifts.
A glance around the room.
Dinner spent at a local pizza joint - stories shared, wound between updates about his new job at the local lumber company. About Laura, who you met two weeks ago. So much like Logan that it still catches you off-guard. Shared expressions, shared tempers.Â
You think that it must have been hard for both of them, this reunion. That comparison between the Logan in this world, those memories that stay with her. She views him the same - even you can see that. Heâs told you it came as a shock, but itâs easy to see how heâs warmed, with time. Finding joy, within the shared grief.
The conversations spill over into a bar you know well. Unsure what to do with yourselves with the order of âstaying awayâ, the sun still setting when you had stepped inside.
âNot sure nice is the word Iâd use, sweetheart.â
âAnywhere is nice if Iâm with you. I am sorry, though. I know itâs not-â Your hand waves, shyness creeping in as you lean into his shoulder, âWasnât sure where else to kill some time. Dopinder and Buck run a tight ship, itâs really not so bad.â
âMm. Guess this is nice, then.â He corrects, a hint of a dimple as he smiles, âBut you let me take you somewhere safer next time, yeah?â
âIâm safe with you.âÂ
You miss the way he looks at you, as you take a sip of your drink. The brush of his fingers against your skin. His voice going low, goosebumps rising as he murmurs in your ear.Â
âHow much longer do we have to stay out?â
A question thatâs been on your mind as well.Â
âWell, Alâs thing is over at ten,â Your teeth worry at your lip, âBut, I guess we could sneak back early. Itâs just, Wade-â
âWhat about Wade?âÂ
Itâs unfair, how he crowds you in the booth. Torso twisting to face you. The warmth of his hand - how youâre aware of each and every movement he makes. It takes you a moment to answer.
âWade is⊠Wade,â You manage, âBut he doesnât really ask for much. I owe him, you know?â
âYou owe him?â He chuckles, âHeâs lucky you stuck around after he tried to give you cocaine-â
âHey,â You smile, âThat was Al.â
That had been your second run-in with your neighbors. Only desperation had sent you over to the apartment, needing a cup of powdered sugar for a personal favor. Under-estimating how much you needed, in your rush to finish some cookies for a friendâs baby shower.Â
Meeting Al instead. The powdered substance swapped when her roommate had rearranged the apartment as a prank. Only Wade bursting from the bathroom, a towel slung low from his hips, had saved you from disaster. The nickname had formed when you hadnât written them both off.Â
âAnd besides, Wade was the one who introduced me to you.â
Loganâs expression softens, âThat is something, isnât it?â
He holds your gaze for a long moment. Eyes drifting lazily down to your lips, with a low hum, then further. It sends a heat blooming in your cheeks, an unconscious press of your thighs together.
âIâm, um, gonna let Dopinder know weâre heading out.â You breathe, âHeâll worry if we irish goodbye.â
âYou sure?â He husks, with another exhale of smoke - and you can feel the heat rising from your cheeks to your ears.Â
âYes,â It comes out breathy.
âUm, yeah. You finish that, and Iâll be right back.â
Your elbows pressing into the sticky bartop as you wait - watching Dopinder work his way through pouring pints of beer for a crowd of bikers, all in dark leather.
A glance over your shoulder, finding the booth tucked in the corner. The dark head of hair, the expanse of his shoulders - a thick arm slung across the back - as Logan waits for you.Â
It makes you smile, and you almost miss the bump of a shoulder against yours.
âOh!â You squeak, shifting to the side to make room, âIâm so sorry, I-â
The apology dies on your tongue, as you glance up at the man leaning against the wooden post at the end of the bar. Eyes drifting over the black field jacket, up to dark eyes.Â
âBeen a while, darlinâ.âÂ
You inhale a breath, in surprise. Close to two years ago, if you remember right. Numerous meetings spread out over months, before he slipped out of your fire escape and into the early morning.
No note, no text. Walking out just as suddenly as he had appeared.
It had never been anything serious - he had made that clear - but you canât pretend that it hadnât hurt.Â
âIt has,â You agree, a low twist in your belly, âHow have you been? Didnât think Iâd see you outside Hellâs Kitchen.â
Unable to help that flicker of worry, even after everything. Itâs always been ingrained in you - thinking of others more than yourself.Â
âShould ask you the same,â His eyebrow arches, âThis isnât your kind of place. Taking up mercenary work, beautiful?â
âIâm here with someone.â It comes out clipped, a glance over your shoulder - the nerves eased when you spot his form.  Â
âMountain man?âÂ
A scoff - lip curling over sharp teeth, âTaking you to a place like this⊠You can do better than that. You can do-â
âYou?â Itâs your turn for your brow to raise, âWe both know how that goes, Frankie. This-â
A pointed finger, gesturing around the room, âWas my idea. Things are different. Iâm different.â
Thereâs the hint of a smirk - dark eyes that drag slowly down. Flicking back up to yours, as his voice pitches low, âIâm sure some things are the same.â
Your head shakes, âNot like that.â
There are lingering shades of purple that fade to yellow across his cheekbone. Never was good with this. All that time spent glancing out your window, waiting for him to show up, battered and bloody like he used to. All he did was keep you out, keep you at armâs length.
Maybe thatâs why youâre afraid of it happening again. A little shake of your head - a reminder that you need to be patient like Wade said. Logan isnât him.
âI know what I want, and itâs-â The words die, as you look for him, again. Finding only an empty booth - your stomach tying up into knots.Â
A palm touches at your hip, a chest pressing snugly against your back. Startling you, as you breathe, âLogan.â
âThis asshole bothering you, sweetheart?â Itâs growled out, Loganâs eyes fixed on the other man.Â
âNice guard dog.â Thereâs an amused appraisal - narrowed eyes, tongue trapped against teeth. âHe do tricks as well?
The fingers at your hip curl, the smallest tug backward to bring you closer. The words ground out between bared teeth.
âYou watch it.â
Christ. This was bad, you need to find your tongue - and quickly.Â
You twist, a hand resting on his chest. Only now does Loganâs eyes drop to yours, the tight pull to his features only just ebbing.
âThis is Logan,â You smile, your palm pressing over his heart, âHeâs, uh, my-â
And for a brief second, your words fail you. The tension is thick enough to cut, acrid in the air. Would labeling this right now send him running?Â
The man cuts through before you can finish.
âFrank Castle.â His eyes flick back to yours, as he adds, âSure you can guess how we know each other.â
The muscles beneath your palm twitch. A light pressure against your hip, urging you away from the bar - the words low in your ear, âAlright. Letâs go.â
A nod, and youâre giving Frank a tight smile - letting Logan guide you towards the back. No more than a step taken before his voice cuts through.
âYou still got my number?â
You shoot him an exasperated look, âFrank-â
âGonna be back in town for a while, baby girl.â His arms cross, as he leans, âCall me when things donât work out.â
The words are barely out of his mouth before a fist closes around the collar of his jacket. Logan stepping into his space, a forearm shoving Frank hard as he pins him against the post.
âIâve had enough of your bullshit, bub.â
Fights are common in Sister Margaret's School for Wayward Children, but you canât say youâve ever experienced one. Fear licks inside you, meeting Dopinderâs equally worried gaze as he starts to rush over.
Frankâs smile is dark, âYou donât want to start this.â
Itâs met with a growl. Silver points peeking between the dips of Loganâs knuckles, the fabric straining in his tight grip.
âFucking try me, you piece of shit.â
Thereâs a metallic click - the press of something cold against Loganâs groin.Â
âShould shoot your dick off for that.âÂ
âOkay!â You shove between them, then. A hand on Loganâs arm, tugging - the other at his neck, trying to guide him back to you.Â
âHey. Itâs okay,â Itâs softer now, soothing, âBaby, letâs go.â
His hazel eyes are wild when they find yours. Face twisted in a snarl, deepened with the shadows cast in the dim room. Blinking, as he comes back to himself. A dark look as his arm eases - stepping away.
This time, itâs you that leads him towards the back exit. Something gritted out as you leave that you miss, but sends Logan bristling. An apologetic look thrown at Dopinder, before youâre stepping together through the swinging door, into the wood-paneled hallway.Â
Ducking down one of the hallways, next to matching doors leading to bathrooms, and a storage closet. An exit sign, gleaming red at the end.Â
The music and voices are muffled. His face silhouetted in the light of a vintage beer sign, his features outlined in gold as his back presses against the wall. A gritted, inhaled breath.
You havenât seen him like this before. Seen him mad several times. Grouchy and annoyed with Wade. The sharp temper that hid his hurt when he thought you didnât want him.
None of those moments match him now. Youâre not sure what to make of it - the way your skin prickles. Something in your belly flutters, a warmth that drips from behind your ribs, settling low. You never wanted anyone to get hurt. But that look in his eyes, how quick we was to find you - it makes you inhale a breath.
âWe-,â You start - your fingers still curled around his bicep, âWe should talk about this. You okay, Logan?â
His eyes flick to yours, jaw working. The fury has bled from them, the sharp etches in his face easing, even as his expression stays guarded.Â
âYeah. âm fine.â Logan rasps, âDidnât like the way he was looking at you.â
A beat, before it slips from him, âWas he one of the ones Wade scared away?â
âWhat?â It takes you a long moment to remember. Your brow pinching, as you shake your head,â Frank? No. It was-â
The pull of his brow is back, his frown deepening with your explanation.Â
âIt was just casual.â You finish, lamely, âIt wasnât anything. Never was.â
âDidnât sound that way.â Itâs gritted out.Â
His head turns, eye contact dropping. A hand, raking through his hair - pushing the dark strands back, âListen. If you want to go with him, itâs fine.â
Youâre left stunned for a moment. His jaw working, hands jamming into his pockets. Itâs defensive - itâs familiar.Â
âI donât want to go with him-â You start, but it only makes him sigh.Â
âThen what were you gonna say, Sugar?â The look he finally gives you is searching, âIâm your, what-, your neighbor?â
âNo!â You cry, âI was going to say youâre my boyfriend, but youâve never-â
Loganâs pitches low, âIâve never what?â
Your shoulders droop. Curling around yourself, as you lean into the wall next to him. He leans, matching your height - trying to catch your eyes.Â
âI donât know, Logan.â Itâs almost too quiet to hear. He might have, if he had been anyone else. âI told you I liked you the day after meeting you. But youâŠâ
A little shake of your head, âYou keep everything so close to your chest. You leave in the night. Itâs okay, I just⊠sometimes I donât know what to think.â
When his arms cross this time, thereâs something in his eyes. A dark glimmer, the tug of his lips.
âYou think that I donât like you, sweetheart?â
A tilt of his head, a sharp edge slipping into his tone, âYou think I wasnât ready to tear that asshole limb from limb for talking to my girl that way?â
Something low in your belly twists, desire thrumming in an echo that radiates through you. A sharp inhale of breath at his words.
âI didnât know you felt that way.â You manage, transfixed.
Itâs easier, this time, for him to step into you. Hands ghosting along your neck. Tipping your face to his, so you canât look away. Canât miss what he tells you.
âIf-, if I open up.â It comes out hushed, his words soft and low, âYou wonât like what you see, Sugar.âÂ
You reach for him - fingers curling around his wrists, âI like what I see just fine.â
He huffs. The barest hint of a smile, before his expression goes solemn.Â
âThis,â The word is punctuated by the way his thumb sweeps against your cheek, âNever goes well for me. Sleeping on the couch puts me between you and anything coming through that door.â
Your pulse races with the remorse in his words. Heâs touched on the barest of details of his past. Those small moments shared in the night you met, riddled confessions in the late nights that have followed.Â
âAnd the things I dream about-,â His eyes go hazy - lost in a memory, âThey pull me back. I donât want to hurt you because I canât tell them from reality.â
The words slip from you automatically, without thought. Guilt floods through you, an ache from wondering - doubting.Â
âYou wonât hurt me.âÂ
âI will.â He breathes, âSweetheart, I will. Itâs not an if, itâs a when.â
Your head shakes - a stubborn set of your jaw, âYou wonât. Please donât shut me out, Logan. Please tryâŠâ
He huffs - eyes dropping to your mouth, as he leans. Hands slipping to cup your head, angle you to meet the press of his lips. A soft sigh that you swallow, something tender in the way he draws you to him. A hand curling around your back, splaying between your shoulder blades.
âGive me some time, okay?â Logan murmurs, when the kiss breaks, âLet me draw out the first good thing Iâve had in a long time. Just for a little longer.â
âDonât have to draw it out.â Your body still curves to his, anchoring yourself to him. A hand touching his jaw so this time, his eyes have to stay on you.
âYou deserve good things, Logan.â Your mouth brushes his, âLet me give them to you.â
The sound he makes is almost wounded, as if he wants to protest.Â
As if he wants to believe you.
Breath ragged, as his hands trace down to grip at your hips. Leaning into you, your touch. What you offer him. A thigh fitting between yours, nudging against your core - and you think surely he must see how your eyes darken.
The rapid flutter of your heart, how it races for him and only him.
âYeah?â He husks, as if reading your mind, âYou ready to get out of here, Sugar?â
âBathroom.â You breathe.
âCanât wait that long.â
Heâs on you the second the door swings shut. Fingers twisting at the lock, as his head dips - mouth finding yours again.
Thereâs a desperation to his kiss this time. One that you match with the way your palms trace up his chest. Fingertips at his neck, tugging him to meet you.
A thrill shoots up your spine. Youâve never done anything quite like this before. The space behind your ribs is soft and tender from his confession - already breathless before he deepens the kiss.
Backing you up against the old, chipped vanity that lines the wall. The stalls hanging open - empty as his hands trail down your spine. Fitting beneath the curve of your ass, tugging you up to fit on the counter.Â
Finding your jaw again - guiding your lips to his, meeting the sweep of your tongue as he fits between your thighs.Â
âBeen wanting to get my hands on you all night.â He breathes, against your lips, âSo fucking pretty, you know that?â
It sends a pulse through you, down to where youâre already responding to his touch. Your knees close around his hips, urging him closer.Â
âLogan, please,â You hum, fingers tugging at his belt buckle. A palm pressing against the front of his jeans, where his cock strains against the denim.Â
His moan is ragged, bucking into your touch. Fingers tracing up your waist. Letting your tits fill his palm, as you work him free.
âThis okay?â Logan rasps, eyes half-lidded, âPretty fuckinâ filthy, sweetheart.â
Itâs hard to hold back a moan of assent, when his lips presses against your neck. Open-mouthed kisses up the column of your throat, the scrape of teeth pressing into your jugular.
âGood,â He growls against your skin, âWouldâve bent you over that fucking bar if youâd let me.â
Itâs possessive. It makes you shiver - a sweep of his tongue, the suck of lips as he marks you. The sharp sting of his bite fading into sweet bliss.Â
âNeed you.â Your fingers wrap around his cock, stroking. The lightest of tugs to bring him closer, your thighs inching further apart.
He groans, âYou have me.â
The pretty dress you wear is pushed up to your waist. His palm cupping you, feeling your warmth before heâs tugging the fabric of your panties to the side.Â
Need rushes through you. A heave of your chest against his as your mouth meets his, greedy. A tilt of your hips, a leg lifting to hitch around his waist. Your hand curling around the edge of the counter, the other guiding the tip of his cock against your slick folds.
âHold on, honey.â Loganâs fingers slip against your pussy, nudging inside, âGonna be sore.â
âI can take it,â You insist, pleading, âI can take you, wanna feel it.â
His eyes darken. A little inhale of breath, watching as your lips part as two fingers press deep. Your teeth already sink into your bottom lip, muffling a whine.
Slipping them free, after crooking inside you. Wrapping his hand around his cock, a rough stroke to smear your slick around him. Lining the tip up with your opening, as his hands fit against your waist. His hips pressed snugly against the chipped counter, as he begins to tug you to meet him.Â
You can feel every inch, as he moves you. He splits you open, your shoulders arching against the dirty mirror as your nails bite into the laminate. A hand pressed against his chest, as you urge him to go slow.Â
A held breath coming in a rush, as he slips deeper inside you with a grunt. Filling that ache youâve been carrying - your eyes dropping down to watch the slick shine of his cock. Sinking into you with the slow saw of his hips, a clink of his belt with movement.Â
âJust for me, yeah?â He rasps, a hand drifting down. Fingers splitting where he fills you, drawing slick tips up to circle your clit.
âJust you.â You nod, breathless. Rocking into his touch, taking more as you adjust to the weight of him inside you.Â
His teeth flash white, in the dim room.
âThatâs my girl.â
The moan youâve been holding back slips from you, as you clench down hard around him.
He hums, âYou like that?â
âYes.â You whine. Reaching for him, as he tugs you closer. The slow plunge of his hips turning into a shallow grind.
Fingers circling and pressing, in rhythm with the heady drag of his cock against your walls. Your fingers grasping onto his arms, his shoulders - the kiss is messy when he meets the tilt of your head.Â
Leaning into you as his tongue licks into the cup of your mouth, your tits pressed up against his chest. A broad hand slipping from your waist, curving against the swell of your ass and squeezing.
âThatâs it,â He rumbles against your mouth - eyes half-lidded. A groan when you nip his lower lip - grinning at the way you gasp, when his hips surge forward, âAtta girl, taking me so well.â
Each swipe against your clit feels like a countdown - hips angling until he finds that spot inside you that makes your teeth click together. That slickens him up even further, until heâs pounding into your wet, tight heat.Â
Your fingers pinch down. Breath going short, until youâre panting. Unable to do more than buck into his touch, as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm you.
âCouldnât even wait to get home,â Logan growls, âNeeded this cock so badly, didnât you?â
âNeeded you,â You whine, hips rocking to meet his. Eyes fluttering shut, as the winding pressure builds, âFuck, needed you. Gonna make me-â
The words break on a bitten-back whimper. Your muscles go stiff, bracing yourself in his arms.Â
âWant you to look at me, sweetheart.â He coos, with that steady roll of his hips. Nudging deep inside you each time, as his fingers circle against your clit, âEyes on me when you come, alright?â
Your answer is a breathless nod, as you listen.Â
You donât think you could look away if you tried. Not with him right in front of you. So close you can see the pull of his brow in concentration, the pretty shade of his eyes.Â
Fixed on you, as his lips part. The soft pant and grunt as desire throbs in your veins, your fingers curling into a fist in his flannel.
âCome for me, baby.â He urges, âWanna feel you, let me fucking feel you come.â
Itâs there, swirling inside you. Liquid heat between your thighs, yanking you to an invisible edge. Leaving you to dangle, breath held -
âOh my god, Logan-â
Youâre falling - clenching down hard around him. His name is a chanted prayer as he fucks you through it - a ragged, pleased sound rumbling in this throat as you pulse around his cock. The slap of his hips growing louder, more wet as your release coats his cock. His base and balls sticky, when they press flush to your cunt.
âThatâs it,â He growls. Fingers leaving your clit, so he can grip your waist. Drive into you harder, chasing his own impending release.
âCome on, thatâs my girl.â
Itâs pulled from you, sweet and smooth.
âYours.â
Loganâs moan is ragged, coming from low in his chest. His pace stutters - the steady thrust turning sloppy. A messy rut of his hips, grinding himself as deep as he can before he finds himself again.Â
You forget the dingy bar. The flickering overhead lights. Filth and phone numbers scrawled on the walls. Everything narrows down to him.
How he holds you. Looks at you -Â so much said in the way they soften. You donât know how you ever could have doubted.Â
Blinded with uncertainty. Fears from before, that will no longer have a hold on you.Â
âLogan,â You sigh, your heel digging into the curve of his ass. Eyes still on his, as your plea slips from you, âFuck. Donât pull out.â
You want to feel him. The throb of his cock when he comes deep inside you. How he lingers, slick and dripping from you - now, and later, and tomorrow.Â
A gritted-out groan, as the sharp tempo increases. Fingers pinching hard enough to bruise, and youâll wear him there, too - fading marks against your hips.Â
âYeah?â Logan husks - that look back in his eyes. Pupils blown wide, as his lips part with a groan, âGonna be my good girl, gonna fucking take it?â
âMhm,â It pitches high, as you nod.Â
âFuck.â
It comes out choked, as he loses himself in you. One, two, three thrusts, and Logan is growling - hands slipping down to tug you flush against him, as he spills inside you with a muffled shout.Â
Hips grinding himself deep into you, his words a rough rasp in your ear, âTake it. Just like that.â
He pulses inside you, filling you with each twitch of his cock. Marking you fully, as he tests his teeth against your shoulder. A moan, as your thighs hitch around his hips - nudging him deep, where youâre wet and warm and wrapped around him.
Leaving him to grind every last drop into you, slumping back when his grip finally loosens. Your limbs feel like liquid lead, head tipped back against the glass. A groan muffled against your neck, as your fingers slip beneath the tugged-open flannel.
Nails scratching along his back, the tight muscles beneath easing.
âBoyfriend, huh?â Logan hums when he finally leans back - and you already miss his hands on you, as they shift to brace against the counter.
It feels cruel that he teases you like this. When you swear you can still feel the throb of his cock inside you. When heâs still sheathed to the hilt.
You groan, âDonât make fun of me, Logan.â
ââm not sweetheart,â He huffs, eyes going soft.
âIâll be anything you want me to be.â
Thereâs something off about your apartment - he can sense it the moment they make it to the landing.Â
This is exactly what he had been trying to tell you. The when, not if, something will go wrong. His senses flickering into overdrive, nostrils flaring.Â
Catching the light that creeps from under the door, when he knows you clicked it off. His hand automatically leaves yours, reaching out to tuck you safely behind him.
âLogan?â Thereâs confusion in your voice, a hand at his shoulder.
He shushes you, his words a low growl.
âSomeoneâs in your apartment. Stay here, sweetheart.â
Thereâs the soft snick of his claws, your fingers untwisting from his shirt. A breath, and then his hand is closing around the knob - a sharp jerk of his fist as his shoulder slams into the wood.
Teeth bared, as he bursts into your apartment with a snarl.Â
All that fury bleeds to relief, and then disappointment.
âHowâd you get in here?â Logan grits, his claws sheathing.Â
Your voice joins his, from where you had peeked around the doorframe, âYou okay, Wade?â
Hazy, morose eyes peer back at him - a hand lifting to wiggle âbaby knifeâ at him. A newly-opened bottle of your cooking sherry in the other - a plate balanced on his chest, filled with a half-eaten chicken breast and vegetables. Legs stretched out on your sofa, Dogpool curled between his ankles.Â
âShe didnât show,â Wade mutters, with a miserable smile, âDidnât want to be alone.â
Logan canât help the soft flicker in his chest when you go to him. Sinking to your knees by the couch - moving the plate to the coffee table, lifting Dogpool into your arms. She licks your chin as Wade lets loose a long, drawn-out sigh - flipping to face the back of the couch.Â
"What was the point of the first two movies?" The words are muffled into the fabric, "Why would Disney do something like this? We were picking out baby names for fuckâs sake-"
âIâm so sorry,â You soothe - a hand on his back, âWhat can I do to help? Can I get you anything?â
Wadeâs head turns to the side, with a long sigh.
âThorâs phone number.â
âHow about I take this,â You tug at the bottle, until it loosens, âAnd I text Peter? We can have a movie night, okay?â
He turns further, until heâs facing you again, âEven that one you hate?â
"Donât hate it." You sigh, âItâs just so sad. I donât know why itâs your favorite.â
âItâs not my fault they made that tree star look so goddamn delicious.â
Youâre beckoning Logan over, a gesture to take his place. You hand on his arm, beseeching - but you donât have to beg this time. The snarling dog inside him calmed - the fury from the bar and from the hallway ebbing at your touch. He can still feel your lips against his, when his eyes close.
The uncomfortable itch of opening up oneself still lingers, but itâs soothed by the way you smile at him in thanks. By the words that he still clings to. Â
Logan has to fold himself into the space, knees folding. Mary Puppins tucked in the crook of his elbow - his other hand patting against a curved-in shoulder.Â
Sincerity, as he offers, "Tough luck, bub.â
âItâs her loss.â You call, thumbs tapping away a message.Â
âHer loss.â Logan echos, âYouâre⊠youâre a good man, Wade. Itâll work out.â
It comes out clumsy. It always does - he never had a silver tongue like the Professor did. His edges as sharp as his claws, never one to waste words if his fist could do the job.Â
Wade flips back over. The hint of a smile, âThatâs the second nicest thing youâve ever said to me.â
Before his eyes are flicking over to where you pace, voice lowering.
âAnd I gotta ask, did you maul Sugar? What is with that mark on her neck?â
Logan huffs, lips twitching. Â
âWeâre all set,â You smile, âYour Emotional Support Peter is on his way. Heâs bringing Al and some ice cream.â
A glance his way, the question written so plainly in your eyes - the lift of your brow. âThat okay?â
Itâs not the way he imagined this night going.
Had thought heâd take you to bed when he got back. Take things slower, this time.
Using his touch and the greedy press of his mouth to make sure you understand that he heard every word you told him. That he meant each one he said back - make sure you never made the mistake of thinking he didnât care for you again.
But when he looks at you - how youâre ready to sweep into the kitchen to make some popcorn, he thinks-
That he might just prefer this. Even as messy as it is.Â
He smiles back.Â
The couch is crammed with far too many people. Five squeezing into a space meant for three at best. Youâve been half perched on his lap all night, his arm slung over your shoulder - tempted to pull you the rest of the way.
A couple months ago, his skin would have crawled to be this close to others. Would have peeled himself away with a scathing word and a sharper bite. Â
But something softened him, during his time in this world. Days, to weeks, to months.Â
Couldnât go back, he knows that now. All the wishing and TVA TemPads couldnât undo what was done - heâs known that for a while. It would take a long time, but he could try to come to terms with what happened. Try to do better, moving forward.
Starting with himself. A scrap of paper - snatched from a bottom of a flier with a brightly-printed 12-step program, shoved deep into his leather jacket pocket. Relearning how to be patient with others, and even more so with himself. Trying to listen what you and Wade told him.
Heâs done walking away from things. You make him believe that whenever, if ever, he manages to open that tightly-sealed lid⊠youâll stay.
The thought is one that he'll cling to.
âAlright. Enough bullshit.â Â
Itâs announced, as the credits roll - breaking him out of his thoughts. A creak of the couch as Wade shifts - crammed between you and Al, his head twisting on her shoulder to peer over his way.Â
ââm being serious now.â He insists, though the words slur together - the bottle stolen back during the movie and drained, âIâm so happy my two besties are falling in love, even if I am a jealous little bitch.â
A gasp, as he remembers - a reaching over to pat Peterâs shoulder, âNot that Iâm forgetting about you, sugar bear. You too, Blind Al. Iâd be just as happy if you two were dating. It'd be like a less fucked-up Harold and Maude."
A derisive snort from Al.Â
Peter smiles, âJust happy to be here, pal.â
âAnyways, life sucks balls. Big, fat, sloppy, wet, balls, but goddamn if seeing you two happy doesnât fill me with hope.â
Logan can hear the hitch in your breath. The pressure of your fingers, entwined with his. Embarrassment flickering across your face, when you are unable to help glancing his way.Â
Exasperation and something else mixing in when you meet his gaze. Something soft and tender and directed so solely at him, that for a moment - he forgets to breathe.
Falling in love, huh?
Yeah. He might just be.Â
a/n: i adore frank castle, haha. i thought he would be a fun person to pull in for a jealous!logan scenario - and thank so from the bottom of my heart for all the love on sugar, sugar - I honestly had no idea so many of you would like it, and I canât tell you how much it means to read your sweet asks and comments đ this is all I have planned for them right now, thank you for letting me share this series with you!!! (though I am definitely not done writing for logan!)
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â WHEN YOUR EX HUSBAND FINDS OUT YOU'RE DATING AGAIN, HOW DO YOU END UP FUCKING HIM IN YOUR BED ?? â
⧠pairing: ex-husband!satoru gojo x f!reader
⧠summary: satoru gojo is the man everyone wants, except you -- well you married him and you wanted him, but when he pushed you away after you had your daughter, you had no choice but to divorce him. so what happens when he comes to pick up your daughter for his weekend, and he finds you ready for a date? and how is it you always end up under him?
⧠warnings: 18+, nsfw, so much smut, exes to lovers, modern au! (no curses), gojo is a CEO of a company, gojo has a daughter with you, divorced, some angst, switch! gojo, nipple play, oral (f + m), fingering (f! receiving), handjob (m! receiving), semi public sex (near entryway), semi exhibitionism, sex (p in v), creampie, swearing,
⧠wc: 8,271
âYou were supposed to be here at 6:00 PM,âÂ
Satoru Gojo stood in your doorway, as opposed to splashed on the covers of magazines and countless front page articles â you would think it would be business magazines, but you would only be partially correct â he made the covers of business, fashion, health, entertainment, and even a few womenâs magazines.Â
And what every single one had made apparent in their colorful print was that Satoru Gojo was anyoneâs ideal man â the CEO of the wildly successful Six Eyes Corp, a philanthropist in his free time spent mentoring children and teenagers through establishing proper programs, and he was flawlessly beautiful â ocean blue eyes you could drown in, porcelain skin seemingly without a blemish or scar, and pretty lips that were a weapon when curled in a smirk.Â
Just as they were now.Â
âWell,â he smirks, leaning against your door frame, âIâm sure itâs 6:00 PM somewhere,âÂ
âWell, Iâm not concerned with somewhere else since you daughter exists here, not elsewhere,â your words lacked their usual bite, only tinged with annoyance rather than cutting anger, âbut good thing I told you to be here an hour and half earlier than I needed you,âÂ
Needed him as just as you did before you had divorced â just as you asked him to be. But he only grew more distant by the day â and soon he was already out the door when you had served him with divorce papers.Â
And now, you can almost forget how it used to be â your eyes catch sight of the picture on your mantle of the two of you with your daughter, Satoruâs lips pressed to your cheeks as yours were pressed to your little angel â almost.Â
He gapes at you as you walk inside, as he follows behind you, the click of the door closing overshadowed by the sound of his voice.Â
âHow could you lie to me, sweetheart? Thought we had a bond of trust,â you donât have to look back at him to know he has a pout on his lips that would quickly melt into a grin if you conceded.Â
âBond of trust ended when you showed up two hours late to pick up our daughter,â and he grumbles, cheeks tinged with pink.Â
âThat was one time! Iâm never that late. And itâs only on a Fridays when I haveââÂ
âMeetings all day,â you finish with a sigh, âI know, Gojo, I know itâs not on purpose â but I know youâre always late on Fridays so I found a solution,â your lips curl, âanyway, our girl is napping still, so give her a bit before you wake her, but you can stay here until she does,â youâre shrugging off your bathrobe, littered with flecks of makeup, only to have a gorgeous black dress underneath.Â
One that he very much hadnât seen before â and he would know, heâs explored every centimeter very intimately of each one of your dresses, but this is new. His eyes skim down the exposed skin of your thighs â very new, but very familiar.Â
Heâs running fingers through his hair, not bothering to hide how his gaze rakes over his body, âSpecial occasion? Donât tell me your birthday suddenly moved months, or I forgot our anniversary,âÂ
You scoff, as you pick out earrings from your jewelry box, âDoes an anniversary count when youâre divorced?â you canât hide the hint of bitterness in your voice, and heâs stepping closer as you look in your vanity to put your earrings on, only to meet his gaze in the mirror, deep blue sucking you in as it always does.Â
âBut youâll always be mine,â and you roll your eyes, expecting a cheeky grin, but find genuine longing in his expression, before it's hidden away behind a frown, âbut you still havenât told me where youâre going, sweetheart,âÂ
A sigh stuck in your throat, ignoring the use of your usual pet name that he had lost the rights when the ink dried on your divorce, as your teeth graze your bottom lip, âI have a date tonight,âÂ
He tilts his head, âA date?â and you can already hear it in his voice â ice creeping over usually still waters, âwhoâs the lucky guy? And do I get to meet him?âÂ
âAnd have you scare him off?â And he only grins in reply, hands slipping into his pockets.Â
âIf heâs intimidated by me, isnât that more on him than me, sweetheart?â His footsteps only grow closer, as you turn to look at him, his hand on the wood of your vanity, nearly caging you in on side, âafter all, he may be your date, but Iâll always be your husband, and the father of our daughter,âÂ
You didnât know whether you wanted to kiss him or slap him â slapping him was self explanatory, but the want to kiss him was a lingering feeling, one that you couldnât shed â no matter how much time passed. But that was the thing about Satoru Gojo â it was easy to fall in love with him, but even harder to fall out.Â
And a part of you could never admit to yourself that you never did.Â
No matter how hard you try.
âYou havenât been my husband for a year and half now, Gojo â a year legally now,âÂ
And heâs changing tactics, âYou still havenât answered my question, who are you going on a date with?â And you already can feel the beginning of a headache throbbing in your forehead, and you know why no one could say no to Satoru Gojo â because youâre sure heâs never understood it.Â
âWhy do you need to know?â And he's tilting his head, a small scoff parting his lips.Â
âI need to know who you're potentially bringing home, donât I?â and heâs far too close, and you donât know why youâre not pulling away â his breath warming your skin, as he drags a finger down your cheek, âThe man who might step foot in our home, might meet our daughter,â and his thumb brushes over your lips, âmight kiss my wifeââÂ
âGojoââÂ
âSatoru,â he corrects you.Â
You rub at your temples â yup, you definitely have a headache now. You brush past him, heading to the living room to pick up some of the mess, hoping your ex would somehow fall and hit his head on the doorframe and forget this conversation.
âAnd this dress?â Ah, no such luck, âdid you buy it for the date?âÂ
âDo you keep a catalog of my wardrobe?â you scowl as you pick up the strewn about toys and things to collect into your daughterâs toy bin, and heâs bending down too to pick up your daughterâs things in his hundred thousand yen suit.Â
âSo you didnât deny it,â and you sigh again, but grit your teeth all the same, his sharp words finely grating on your nerves.Â
âThis isnât a business negotiation, you donât win just because you use my words against me,â you stand up after picking up the last of the things, âyes itâs a new dress, and yes I bought it for the date since this is my first date in years, happy?âÂ
âThrilled,â he says flatly, and you know itâs not the end of the discussion, âremember our first date?âÂ
And how could you forget? But you decide to humor him, if only for a break from the interrogation.Â
âWhich one? Because one was a date, and the otherââÂ
He raises an eyebrow, âIt was a date too, I asked you outââÂ
âYou asked me to hang outââÂ
âAnd we kissedââÂ
âOnly because I told you how I felt firstââ and he smirks again and you know youâve dug yourself into a hole, cheeks burning at his stupidly smug face, âshut up,âÂ
âAnd what did you say again?â He slips the things you have in your hands into the toy box, his fingers brushing yours, and his touch is the same as you remember, even the barest brush was enough for your traitorous soul to yearn for more.Â
âYou know what I said,â his lips curl, the same smile he had given you all those years ago that made you fall for him in the first place, but his raise of his brow tells you heâs not going to let it go until you say it, âI told you that I liked you for a long time, and I was tired of waiting for you to make the first move. Because maybe by then it would be too late,â and his fingers brush against your cheek, featherlight â just as the bunches of butterflies that bloom in your stomach.Â
âAnd you say that wasnât a date,â and you scoff, biting back the small smile on your lips, âwill any other first date compare to that?âÂ
âGojoââÂ
âSatoru,â he corrects, and you know his brow is furrowed without having to look at him, âdo you have to call me by my last nameââÂ
âI do, because Satoru was my husband, and Gojo is my exââÂ
âIâm still your husbandââ and you give a bitter chuckle.Â
âIn what world? Weâre divorced, itâs over,âÂ
âIt doesnât have to be,âÂ
âBut it does. This isnât me confessing to you on a movie night curled up on my twin bed. This is my ex-husband asking me to give him another chance far too late,â you slip past him, but he follows behind anyway, as you stand near the entryway to your home, âitâs time to move on,â and youâre stepping from your bedroom and only reach the doorway when he speaks.Â
âHow can I move on when I never wanted to?â You still yourself in your tracks, fingers curling into a fist.Â
Not this right now. Not now. âGojoââ you sigh.Â
Youâre so tired. You were hoping you wouldnât have to have this conversation. You never had expected to have this conversation, not when you wanted to only marry one man your entire life was the one to break your heart.Â
âIt's almost two years too late for this conversation,â you willed your voice not to break â not when your heart was long broken by him, and you wouldnât allow him to do it again, âyou should have had it with me before I filed. When I asked you to spend your time with us, when I asked you to take time off, when I asked you to be present in our livesââÂ
âSweetheart-â and you snap.Â
âDonât call me that,â your quiet words hang in the silence, the wedding bells he heard in his head were nothing more than the sounds of bells drowning out the mourners screams, âdonât call me that when you donât get to anymore,âÂ
âIâll always be yours, sweetheart, a few papers donât change that,â and heâs stepping towards you, but youâre rooted to your spot, and you want to say itâs stubbornness, but you know what it really is âweakness, because Satoru Gojo was your one and only weakness. And even now, walls raised and erected against him came tumbling down with one touch.Â
Because he knew exactly where to touch and what to say.Â
âDo you think any other man could please you the way I can? I know every place, every sound, every inch of you â inside and out,â heâs nearly against your back now, âare you going to let a stranger do that? Let them learn how to please you, but knowing your husband knows how to do it better,âÂ
âEx-husband,â and heâs leaning down to press a kiss to your bare shoulder, âwe shouldnâtââÂ
âAnd yet youâre letting me,â his nose brushes against the soft skin of your neck, warm breath sending a shiver down to the tips of your toes, and his words sending a wave of need right to your core, âbecause you know itâs true,â his hands tentatively brush against your hips and when you donât resist, he squeezes, drawing a gasp from you, lips curled in a smirk, âmore sensitive than usual, Princess? Been too long?âÂ
âI swear to godââ heâs cutting you off with a bruising kiss, a rubber band snapping back against your skin, and now itâs taut against you, ensnaring you in its grasp. And yet, his kiss is so sweet, affection dripping from the slide of lips to the caress of his fingers against your cheek, and it reminds you of just why you donât want to let go.Â
âYou donât have to swear yourself to me, but Iâd appreciate it, Princess,â and his mouth reminds you of the reason you (and that you donât).Â
âGojoââ and heâs placing more kisses along your jaw now.Â
âShouldnât you at least call me Satoru now that weâve kissed?âÂ
âYouâre impossibleââÂ
âAnd yet Iâm here,â his teeth nibbles at the juncture of your neck and shoulder, tongue flicking over the blooming love bite, âalmost forgot how sweet you taste,â heâs humming, as he kisses along your shoulder before he toys with the strap of your dress, âalmost,â his large palms slide down your body, skimming your bare thighs as heâs pressing you against the walls, âbut your skin isnât what I want to taste,âÂ
You gasp, âwe canâtââ but why were you letting him? Irritation overrode by lust, and he knew the spots to make you bend to him, his hands squeezing your hips, âfuck you,â you wonder if his touch are phantoms engraved against your skin and muscles, forced to repeat the same patterns again and again â and a hand slides back up to cup your cheek.Â
âThatâs what Iâm trying to do, sweetheart,â his lips find yours again, his tongue dragging against the seam of your lips, before slipping inside. His hand is lifting your thigh around his waist, as his lips part from your own, eyes raking over your pretty, bitten red lips, âdo you know how much I missed you?âÂ
âNo, I donât,â and his smile slips from his lips, as he cups your chin, âSatoruââÂ
âEven all the days I was gone, there wasnât a second I didnât think of you,â you waver a moment at the sadness rippling through his gaze, âI know I wasnât thereââ his lips press a kiss to your forehead.Â
âWhy werenât you?âÂ
And thatâs when thereâs a knock at the door that makes your heads snap over to stare at the door a good four or five feet from you, the shadow of feet visible through the crack at the bottom of the door, and you were sure it was your date.Â
âFuck,â you whsiper under your breath, âyou have to goââ your palms pressed flat against his chest, but Satoru doesnât budge, âplease, I have to get theââÂ
And his hand is slipping up and under your dress, hiking the material higher, âdo you really want to go on your date like this, sweetheart?â His fingers graze your soaked panties, a gasp pulled from your lips, lithe fingers rubbing and pinching your clit through the thin fabric, âgonna go see him when youâre this wet?â
âPleaseââ and his fingers snap the elastic of your underwear against your skin, drawing a squeal from your mouth, âfuckââÂ
âAny louder, Princess, and he might hear us,â heâs leaning down to press his forehead to yours, forcing your gaze to meet yours, âbut maybe I should let him, let him know whoâs the only one who can make you feel this good,â his words only make your cunt flutter, as if your body was in agreement, even if your mind was still in denial, âyouâre much more honest down here, Princess, but you always were,â
Another knock as your attention is being tugged only for him to yank it back as his finger slips inside you. Youâre burying your face in the crook of his neck to stifle your moans â his fingers were so much longer than yours, reaching places you could only have dreamed of â when you had dreamed of him.Â
His finger squelches as he fucks you open, walls squeezing around him as your molten insides cling to his touch desperately. Small whines and pants are muffled against your hand as you clamp it over, your phone vibrating uselessly with your dateâs messages inside your purse.Â
âPlease, Satoru let meââ and heâs ripping your underwear, as heâs forcing your dress higher, âI have to tell himââÂ
âTell him what?â His eyes are nearly glowing in the dim light of the fluorescents leaking in from the living room, âtell him youâd go on your date with him but youâre too busy being finger fucked by your husband?â And heâs sinking another finger into you, making your head loll back against the wall, âtell him that youâd let him fuck you in our bed, but youâre too busy letting me?âÂ
âSa-toruââ youâre biting back your whines, glancing at the door, but heâs forcing your gaze back to him, his thumb pressed against your chin, âjust let meââÂ
And heâs turning you in front of the mirror near the entryway, forcing you to look at yourself â your lips kiss bitten and ruined, your dress hiked up and mussed, and underwear tugged down to your ankles.Â
âDo you want him to see you like this?â His breath is hot in your ear, a soft murmur that makes your knees nearly buckle, âwant him to see you how much of a mess Iâve made you?â His fingers sink into you again, a third finger with the other two. The lewd squelch of your cunt rings in your ears, your eyes catching sight of your own moans and pants in the mirror, your walls squeezing around them, âIâm the only one who gets to see you like this, sweetheart, and now you can watch too,â heâs guiding your gaze back to watch yourself, watching him knuckle deep in your sweet cunt, âgonna make you watch your tight pussy break my fingers,â he spreads his fingers inside you, letting you watch your slice drip down his fingers and wrist and splatter on the floor.
And your head falls back against his shoulder â heâs thrusting into you faster, your walls working deeper and deeper into you â fingers curling against your molten insides, until heâs finding that one spot that has your lips falling open, âIâm soââ your voice is a broken whisper, and heâs pressing a kiss to your jaw, âPleaseââÂ
âCum fâme baby,â his thumb rubs at your clit, and you do, walls clamping down as you cum, his fingers relentless as they fuck you through your orgasm, a wordless moan of his name on your lips. Heâs holding you up as he does, your body buckling under the pleasure, blood roaring in your ears that slowly ebbs away, as his fingers slow, and youâre shuddering under his touch, âgood girl,â and your walls flutter as he pulls out as if they want him to stay, and heâs tilting your gaze, âwatch,â your eyes open reluctantly, a small moan on your lips as you watch him carefully each one of his fingers clean, pink tongue darting out to lick at the trails of your juices that had dripped down his palm and wrist, âstill the sweetest thing Iâve had, princess,âÂ
And thereâs another knock, as he clicks his tongue, âDoesnât give up does he?â and heâs pressing a kiss to your neck, âmust have really done a number on him and heâs willing to wait this long for you, huh?â he hums, nuzzling the hollow of your throat, âbut I can relate. So, should I let him down for you?âÂ
Your eyes fly open, meeting his cheeky gaze with a glare, âDonât you fucking dare,âÂ
âWhat? You still want to go out with him? Be my guest, but,â and heâs pulling at your ruined underwear until they rip under his touch, âcanât wear these, can you?â you gape at him as he pockets the ruined panties with a shit eating grin, âfor later,â and youâre scoffing, and you hear a call of your name through the door.Â
And you take a better look at yourself â completely disheveled and marked up along your neck from his kisses and nips, your skin shiny with a sheen of sweat, and your lips obviously bruised and bitten from his treatment.Â
âFuck,â you canât go out like this â it looks as if youâd spent the morning before getting ravished, panic sets in as you hear his voice through the door.Â
âWant me to send him on his way?â Satoruâs hands curl around your waist, âour angelâs still fast asleep, and that means we can spend some time togetherââÂ
âFuck off,â you hiss, walking over to the door, âAtsuya, Iâm sorry I canât go out today. Iâm not feeling well,âÂ
âEh? Are you okay? Do you need anything?â And Satoru steps forward to speak but you cover his mouth with his hand.Â
âNo, Iâm fine, but I have the flu and Iâm still contagious, so I donât want to get youââ Satoru drags his tongue between your fingers â this fucker, âsick,âÂ
âAre you sure you donât want me to stay and take care of you?â Satoruâs hands are dragging over your sides, squeezing your far too sensitive hips.Â
âHear that?â Satoruâs whispering to you between the gaps of your fingers, âHe wants to take care of you. Should you let him? Maybe he could fuck you better in the home we bought together and in the bed we shared,âÂ
âNo, Iâm fine, really, I-Iââ and Satoruâs sucking at your finger, tongue curling around the digit, and you grit your teeth, âIâm going to rest. Iâll text you later, Iâm sorryââ and you donât get to hear the rest of what he says, as Satoruâs pulling your hand away, and finding your lips in another kiss.Â
You hate how good this man is at kissing, his lips and touch must have the ability to leech sense from your brain, and leave lust in its place.Â
âWhatâs wrong with you?â you mumble against his lips, as his lips burn a trail of kisses down your jaw, a smirk against your skin.Â
âNothingâs wrong with me, except that I love you,â heâs pouting again, âyou think that guy could please you the way I could?âÂ
âNo, but maybe he would actually be there,â you bite back and his kisses pause, smirk slipping into a frown.Â
âI know Iâve made mistakesââÂ
You give a bitter chuckle, âMistakes? You left us,âÂ
He opens and closes his mouth, âyouâre right I did, and Iâm sorry,â his words are slow, but so is the anger building inside you, âbut Iâm asking for a second chance, begging for one more chanceââÂ
You finally turn to face him, and you can only hope the tears welling in your eyes werenât noticeable, âYou donât get to beg, when I already did,â your voice finally breaks, as your clenched fist shakes, âwhere were you? After our daughter was born, you were gone. You kept saying you would make time for us, you would be there for us, but you just busier and busier, and the only time Iâd see you were the nights you made it home to crawl into bed,âÂ
âIââÂ
âNo, Iâm tired, Iâm tired of waiting and being upset, Iâm so doneââ and heâs pulling you into his arms, and the familiarity of his grasp is nearly enough for your defenses to crumble, but you canât, âSatoruâÂ
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, I know I did wrong. I know I donât deserve you or our baby, not after all I did,â heâs murmuring, âbut it was never because of you or her,âÂ
Tears spill from your eyes, streaming down your cheeks, âI used to cry, thinking that not only that I wasnât enough, but your daughter wasnât enough eitherââÂ
âYou werenât the ones that wasnât enough,â he cuts you off, âI am,â the last words come out a whisper, as he runs fingers through his hair, âIâm the one who wasnât good enough,âÂ
You stare at him, âWhat do you mean?âÂ
Heâs scrubbing a hand down his face, âI donât know how to be a husband, much less a father. I didnât think I even wanted to be either, until I met you,â his voice softens, âand then I wanted it all if it was with you,âÂ
âSatoruââ and heâs shaking his head.Â
âI thought I could handle it â but when I saw you two â the two most important people in my life â how much you were counting on me, how much you needed me to not fail â I threw myself into work,â heâs swallowing, âI thought if I could support you both, things would get better. But it only made things worse because I pushed myself away,âÂ
âWhy?â
âBecause I thought Iâd mess it up â I donât know how to be a father. I didnât even know I wanted to be a husband until we got married,â and you swallow, âI thought I never would after watching my dad neglect and abuse me and my mom,â you knit your brow together, âand there were so many nights when you were sleeping, I got so frustrated with our angel. She wouldnât sleep, she screamed for hours, and I just felt like I had failed her. And I would just fail you too,â he scrubbed a hand down his face, âsoââ Â
âSo you ran away,â you finish, voice caught in your throat.Â
He gives a curt nod, âAnd when you filed, I knew it was coming, but I thought you both would be better off. I thought even if I was miserable, it would be worth it to see you two happyââÂ
âSatoru, do you think I would be happy without my husband?â Your sigh stuck in your throat as your fingers find his cheek, featherlight, but he crumbles and melts against it, as if he was a statue made to wait for your touch, âyouâre nothing like your father. I see you with Satomi, I see how much you love her â you dote on her, you know what she likes â she gets a cut and youâre panicking,â you chuckle as he huffs, a cute blush settling over his cheeks, âand you were a good husband, when you talked to me and didnât run away,âÂ
âI know,â and the question unspoken hangs in the air, âcan I be again? Your husband,â and your instinct is to pull him into your arms, where you wanted him to be, where you always wanted to be, but your instinct is tangled in fear, barbed wire dragging you down and digging into your skin.Â
âI want you to be,â his eyes light up, hope flicking across his gaze like a comet tail, until it burns out with your next words, âbut Iâm scared,â you swallow, arms crossed, hoping if you physically hold yourself maybe you could hold yourself together, âI donât want to get hurt again,âÂ
âI wonât, I promise,â heâs cupping your cheek again, and you find yourself leaning into his touch, âevery night I only thought of you and Satomi â thereâs no one else that matters,â heâs drawing closer again, it makes you want nothing more than his touch again â it had been too long â too long without him.Â
And your lips find his again, itâs a chaste kiss at first, a breath shared a centimeter apart, as his eyes find yours, brow furrowed, âWe have a lot to talk about,â you murmur, as your lips graze his again, and heâs chasing your lips, âbut itâs going to take time,â God, you want to kiss his knowing pout away, as you drag a thumb down his lips, âa lot of making up to me and our angel,â Heâs nodding obediently, a complete puppy under your touch, as he shivers as your fingers run through his hair before tugging, âare you ready for that?âÂ
âYes, baby,â heâs biting his lip, fingers twitching wanting to touch you.Â
Your lips curl, âGood boy.âÂ
âAll that big talk and now look at you, Toru,â Satoruâs white knuckled fingers fisted at the sheets of your shared bed, as your own fingers teased the head of his leaking cock through his boxers, âsuch a mess for me,âÂ
You kneel at the foot of your bed, settled between his thighs, and though you were on your knees, you were the one who held the power. Fingers tracing the trigger right within your grasp, his cock twitching against your hand.Â
âPlease, sweetheart, fuck,â heâs hissing when your lips lean down to press a kiss to his clothes weeping slit, the wet heat of your mouth seeps through, making him twitch against your touch â a spark of need that burns against his skin and boils his blood underneath with need, âplease, donât tease me,âÂ
âWell thatâs not fair,â you hum, as your fingers toy with the elastic of his boxers, snapping the elastic against your skin, sending a shiver up his body along with an ache that reaches his bones â and he wondered how he had let your grip on him grow this deep â and how he had ever let it go when it felt this good, âwhen youâre being teased Iâm supposed to relent, even though you made me cum downstairs in my entryway?âÂ
And heâs swallowing thickly, Adamâs apple bobbing just as anticipatory as the rest of his body, a bow string drawn tight just waiting for you to release it. But you wished to toy with the arrow more.Â
ïżœïżœI have half a mind to make you clean my cum off the floor with your tongue,â you click your own tongue as a taunt, but that only makes him squirm, âbut maybe Iâll spare you since youâre being so good for me,â youâre dragging your fingers down his boxers, freeing his cockâ already far too hard, flushed and dripping with precum as it slaps against his stomach, the flared head nearly begging you to touch it, âtell me what you want,â his cock is far too gorgeous, you thought that from the first time you saw it â long and curved, and the veins that ran along it were so prettyâ just like the man himself.Â
And a whimper escapes his lips, âsweetheart, please, touch meââÂ
âWith what?â you thumb his tip lightly, smearing the cum down his shaft, âmy fingers? Or my mouth,â and your lips lick the pre that clings to your thumb clean, dragging your thumb down the flat of your tongue.Â
âY-Your mouth,â and youâre smiling, your lips curling as his pretty gaze pleads with you, âplease,âÂ
âImagine your subordinates saw you like this, begging your ex-wife to blow you, nearly ready to blow your load already just from fingering me,â your fingers toy with his balls, while you leans down to trace the tip of his tongue up the bottom of his cock, âwhat do you think theyâd say?â And your lips part to let his engorged tip enter, as his head falls back with a groan, the wet and warm mouth, as you start to bob your head up and down his length.Â
âFuuuuck, pretty,â and youâre pausing as you wait for a reply to your question, his own tongue tying itself in knots, âthink Iâm down bad for my wife,â heâs grunting, the words âmy wifeâ and his groans sending white hot arousal to your needy cunt, âthink Iâd let her fuck me anyway she wants and they would be right, sweets. Iâd let you use me,â your tongue is wrapped around his length, as his dick sinks deeper into your mouth, nose brushing against his pubes, his hips held taut as he forces himself not to face fuck you.Â
And his eyes flutter down to meet yours, only to find your eyes drowning in lust, molten with need that nearly burned him with want, lips sloppy and dripping with a mix of precum and your spit out of the corners of your mouth, and your fingers âburied deep in your cunt as you sucked him off.Â
Fuck.Â
With the nasty way you slurped at his length, the noise ringing in his ear as your fingers begin to squeeze and stroke his balls, he wasnât going to last much longer. His hips bucked against your mouth, and heâs muttering apologies but you let him, moaning as his tip hits the back of your throat.Â
âIâm closeâwhereââ and youâre sucking hard, tongue flicking against his slit and when he fucks your mouth once, twice â heâs gone. Heâs cumming down your throat, hot spurts of cum painting your lips and mouth, his head falls back, fingers gripping the sheets as his eyes flutter open. And he watches you pull away from his cock, sticky strings of cum and saliva connecting you to his length still, âfuck, sweetheart,â his softening dick already twitching at the sight of you â your pretty tongue darting out to lick his cum from your lips.Â
âYou taste as good as I remember, Toru â always so sweet,â and youâre pulling your own fingers from inside your tight pussy, and he snaps.Â
Youâre on your back on the bed now, flopped down against the mattress as his hand closes around your wrist of the hand that was just inside you. Your words are lodged in your throat but come out a shiver when he brings your soaked fingers to his lips, he kisses each one before sucking and licking them clean.Â
âToruââ and he pulls away from the last finger with a pop, eyes clouded with need, âIââÂ
âAnd you say I taste good?â heâs humming, as he leans over you, âwait until you taste yourself, Princess,â and his mouth is insistent on giving you an entire course of your taste on his tongue, mapping out a detailed cartography of very crook and crevice of your mouth, âarenât you so much sweeter?â Heâs pulling away from your bitten red lips, spit connecting your lips still, âand that taste is all mine, just like you, wifey,âÂ
The pet name sends a fresh wave of desire coursing through your veins, stoking the burning need already threatening to consume you both, âToruââ and heâs already stripping your dress away, pulled away up and over your head, thrown away like every thought of why this was a bad idea. Your nipples perk in the cool air of your bedroom and under his hot gaze, standing at attention as if theyâre begging for his attention. And heâs more than happy to oblige.Â
His fingers toy with the buds, rolling between your forefinger and thumb, until heâs bending down to take one in his mouth, and youâre arching into his touch, your fingers finding purchase on his shoulders.Â
âBet Atsuya would love to see you like this, huh?â Heâs switching to the other side, teeth dragging against your nipple to draw a gasp from your lips, âWould love to see you such a mess like this, spread out and needy,â and heâs spreading you with warm palms, his half hard cock brushing against your thigh, âWere you gonna let him fuck you on this bed? Our bed?âÂ
He doesnât allow you an answer as his fingers spread your dripping walls, âGonna let him taste you like this?â His lips warm your fluttering pussy, nearly begging for his touch and to swallow you whole, âwhen I already said this pretty cunt was mine,â he clicks his tongue far too close, making you whine, âgânna have to answer my question first, Princess,âÂ
âNo, I wouldnât,â and he presses a chaste kiss to your dripping pussy, making you whimper, your walls spasming around nothing, âToru,âÂ
âRemember when we moved into this home?â his lips are teasing your inner thigh, teeth dragging against your hot skin, âwe broke the bed in all night long,â heâs looking up through half lidded eyes, âthink he could please you like that? Make you moan his name?âÂ
And youâre growing desperate as his lips draw close to your clit, tongue dragging against it, only to pull away to your thighs again, âno, no, only you, Toru, pleaseââÂ
âOnly I what?â oh you know heâs goading you, but your want is drawn taut like a stringed instrument, tweaking your strings when youâre dying for him to play you â âcâmon sweetheart,âÂ
âOnly you make me feel this good â fuck, Toru, I swear to godââ your head falls back into the pillow as his face buries itself in your cunt, his laugh vibrates against your walls, pleasure rising faster than smoke from a burning building. His fingers dig into your hips as he holds you in place now, settled between your legs.Â
âYou swear to me what?â and you swear his god complex gets worse and worse, and the way you moaned with his head between your legs wasnât helping, âsorry, Princess, I have my mouth full,â and his tongue as silver as his words were, parting your folds with ease, as his lips slurped at your folds messily.Â
Fuck, he was too good at it, and he knew it, smirk on his lips as the wet, nasty noises of his mouth wrapped around your cunt and your bordering pornographic moans filled the silence. Pleasure ribboned up your body, mixing with the sharpness of his fingers pressed against your plush thighs to keep you in place.Â
âGonna make me cum before I even fuck you, Princess,â and you hear the telltale squelch of his hand around his weeping dick â the shudder of your groan making him moan all the same, âtaste so fucking good, never gonna go a night without tasting you again,â he murmurs far too reverently with his tongue dipping back into your folds for more of your juices, âyou know how many times I fucked my fist to the thought of eating you out again? Never gonna spend a second without burying myself in this cunt,âÂ
âToru, Iâm closeââ and you are, greedy tongue flitting over your clit, his nose bumping against his folds, and the practiced ease of his touch â he knew just what to do to make you cum. And he did, his mouth closing around your clit, before sucking harshly.Â
You cum on his face, swallowing your slick with the thrust of a desert weary man, his eagerness apparent on his soaked face, as you finally came down your high. He doesnât waste a drop, only pulling away with a pop when your orgasm ebbs away, licking his lips clean of your juices.Â
âStill dripping even after I licked you clean?â He clicks his tongue as he watches your slick soak the sheet, âgonna have to find another way, maybe you need something bigger,â he hums in fake contemplation, âwhat can we use?âÂ
âI have some sex toys that might do the trick,â and he scoffs, as he kisses up your body, before pressing his hard erection against your thigh.Â
âDonât think any toy you have compares to me,â and youâre gasping as he drags the head of his cock against your puffy clit, ânothing can fill you up like I can,â and he groans as he watches your releases mix, âjust for that, gânna make you beg for it,âÂ
âToru,â youâre whining, but heâs only teasing your entrance with the head of his dick, your walls fluttering, already begging for him to sink into you, but heâs waiting for your mouth to do the same, âplease, fuck me, I need you insideââÂ
He grins, âWell how can I deny my pretty wife when she asks so nicely?â And heâs splitting you open with his thick cock, balls deep with only a thrust of his hips. Your hands are grasping at him for purchase, needing to hold onto him as his cock stretches your walls out. Itâs as if you remember him, walls sliding to accommodate him as they always did, but clinging to him desperately, a grunt parting his lips, as if they never wanted him to leave again. And you didnât.Â
âSo fucking tight, Princess,â heâs groaning in your ear, a swallow roll of his hips drawing a chorus of moans from both of you, âdonât have to break my dick off to keep it â Iâll take you anytime you want,â and heâs pressing your thighs forward, slinging one over his shoulder, as he presses himself even deeper.Â
A whine leaves the back of your throat, âtoo deep, Toru,â and his cock twitches inside you at that, âfuck,â and it takes everything in him not to blow his load there and then,Â
âYou love it when I fuck you like this, Princess, or do I have to remind you?â And he does, beginning to piston in and out, the lewd slaps of skin and moans filling the air of your bedroom, âbe careful or our daughter might wake from the sounds of her mommy getting fucked,â he clicks his tongue, âmaybe we should give her another sibling?â Heâs watching the way your cunt eagerly welcomes his cock, sinking in and out with ease, âfuck another baby into you, hm? Would you like that princess?âÂ
âToru, ngh,â your walls flutter at the thought of a kid, of his seed filling you up, âpleaseâmoreââÂ
He gives a chuckle, âIâll give you everything, sweetheart â fuck you so full that youâll be dripping with my seed for days,â heâs grunting, legs trembling as his thrusts grow more sloppy as his orgasm begins to build, âfuck, you feel so good for me, âgonna give you another baby, make sure everyone knows youâre mine, my wifeââÂ
âGânna cum, Toru,â youâre falling back against the mattress, as he bends down to press a messy kiss to your lips, all tongue and teeth, before his fingers reach down to rub at your clit. Your eyes finding his, face flushed a pretty pink, eyes shrouded in a deep lust that was reserved only for you, and as he bucks into you even deeper, he brushes against that spongy spot that has the taut string snapping as you fall apart.Â
âCum on my cock, sweetheart,â heâs grunting, as he grazes teeth along your neck before biting. And you cum hard, toes curling as your mouth falls open with only moans of his name on your lips. The way your walls squeeze around him has him only rutting into you harder, deeper, messier â as he watches the ring of cum pool around the base of his cock, fucking you through your orgasm, âgânna cumââ and youâre pulling him into another kiss, legs wrapped around him as he falls over the edge with you. Hot cum spills in ropes inside your walls, his hips rolling as he does, if only to fuck his cum deeper inside you.Â
âToru, sâgood, Iââ youâre incoherent nearly under him, soft kisses pressed along your jaw as you both come down from your highs, cock softening inside you only him to pull out, another groan of your name on his lips when he watches his cum drip from inside you, staining your thighs along with the sheets.Â
And you whimper when heâs gathering his spilled cum on two fingers only to push it back inside, âcanât let you waste a drop, can we, sweetheart?âÂ
Heâs finally pulling away, his other hand cupping your cheek, as he finds your lips in a lazy but far too sweet kiss, âToru,â you mumble, âI never stopped loving you, because I donât think I ever could,âÂ
His eyes grow glassy, his fingers finding the back of your neck, âI know nothing Iâll do will make up for what I did â to you and Satomi, but,â he presses his forehead to yours, âif you both let me, Iâll spend the rest of my life trying to make it up to you,âÂ
And tears burn at the corners of your eyes, âJust stay with us, and promise to never leave â thatâs enough,â and your lips brush his, âyouâre more than enough for us, Satoru,â and he kisses you again and again and again, nearly climbing on top of you again, when you both hear a tiny gasp from the door.Â
Your heads both snap over to your baby daughter leaning against the door, badly hidden behind it, as she pokes her head in, âdid mommy and daddy make up?âÂ
Your cheeks burn as you cover your face â you both had checked on Satomi before but she was fast asleep still, and now â you checked the time â 9:30 PM, you were sure sheâd be up all night.Â
âYes baby, mommy and daddy had some stuff to talk about,â Satoru grabs your robe for you, handing it over as he pulls his discarded boxers on under the sheets, âcome here,â and she squeals as she runs into her daddyâs arms, Satoru scoops her up before pressing kisses all over her face, her giggles and his grin nearly too much for you.Â
âNow sheâs gonna be up all night,â you murmur to Satoru, and heâs smiling.Â
âI can tire her out,â he grins, and then he adds with a whisper, âand then Iâll tire you out,â and you flush, shoving him playfully, âcome on, my love, letâs go play for a while and let mama rest,â and heâs sliding out of bed, carrying her out of the bedroom, and you watch him, lying on your side, with a smile on your lips. Â
Maybe it wasnât so bad having a husband â especially when it was Satoru Gojo.Â
Satoru lets you and Satomi sleep in the next morning, making a smoothie for himself, as he starts to prepare breakfast. He did tire you both out last night, especially you â and you did some exhausting of your own, his fingers running over the hickies you left all over his neck and collarbone with a slight hum. He tied your apron on himself, only boxers and a sleeveless tee on.Â
He started to crack eggs into a bowl with one hand. He wouldnât make the same mistakes again â he meant what he said. He would make it up to you, or at least he would try â and he would spend the rest of his life treasuring you and his kid â and maybe another if you let him have his way, he thought, biting back a grin.Â
You had turned him down last night when he asked,Â
âDonât you think itâs time we try for another one?â His arms are winding around you, half hard erection already pressing into you, as the two of you stood right outside your daughterâs doorway, watching the angel sleep, âwe did do well with the first one,âÂ
âToru, we just got back together, weâre not having another kid,â and heâs already pouting, you know without looking at him, âbut that would be nice â for our daughter to have a sibling,â and god, it made him to take right there (which he did), but he couldnât wait until all three of you were ready. Because he wouldnât dare to miss a second of it â never again.Â
And then a knock at the door pulls him from his thoughts, and his brow furrows. Who could it be this early?
He walks over, checking through the peephole, a grin growing on his lips, oh, perfect timing. Satoru opens the door, leaning against the doorframe, âYes?âÂ
Atsuya Kusakabe frowns, jaw nearly dropping as he attempts not to gape at Satoru Gojo standing in his dateâs doorway, nearly dropping the bag of medicine and soup he had packed up for you, âUh, sorry, I was looking forââÂ
âMy wife?â He raises a brow, and Kusakabeâs face blanches, as Satoru only smiles with a shrug, âsorry I should say ex-wife, we did get a divorce,â and Kusakabeâs mouth opens and closes, âbut you know, she never stopped being mine,âÂ
Kusakabe clears his throat, rubbing the back of his neck, âwhere isââÂ
âSheâs sleeping still,â Satoruâs lips curl, as he sighs, âshe wasnât feeling well yesterday, but I think I made her feel better last night,â and heâs rubbing the back of his neck, movement drawing his attention to your marks littering his body.Â
A flush crawls up his neck and ears and he clears his throat, âI-I see,â he thrusts the bag into Satoruâs hands, âcould you please give this to her and let her knowââ and heâs shaking his head, rubbing at his temples, âtell her whatever you want.âÂ
And heâs gone, door slamming behind him, click of the lock. He holds the bag behind him, only to walk forward to see you peeking from the bedroom, his button up shirt thrown over your head, as you rub your eyes, âwho was it?âÂ
He only smiles at you, dropping the bag in the trash, âNo one important,â and heâs finding his way to your side, arms winding around your waist, âI made us breakfast,âÂ
âOh really?â You hum, as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, pressing sweet kisses that only makes you sigh contently, âwhatâs the occasion?âÂ
âOh, just the first day of the rest of our lives, nothing too big,â he hums, and you laugh, his favorite noise that only makes him fall deeper in love with you, if that was even possible, âhave to treat you right donât I, wifey?âÂ
âYes, you do,â and your lips find his again, âmy husband,â and the word sticks in his chest, a missing piece that fits right back into place, and fixes a hole that had been aching for far too long, âshould we go wake up our daughter?âÂ
He presses a kiss to your forehead, âTogether.âÂ
⧠a/n: so i didn't think i'd finish this week with being at my sister's and having a con this weekend but i found the time! i hope you enjoyed this one. this is my reality for gojo i'm living in :) fun fact, satomi and satoru both mean enlightenment! :)
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âșĄ synopsis. after wandering into forbidden territory - the training grounds of the estate where sukunaâs soldiers reside - an unexpected romantic confession catches you off guard. little did you know that another concubine would snitch on you in hopes of getting you kicked out of the harem or worse, killed.
đ ” tags. true form!ryomen sukuna x concubine!female reader. angst mostly [w/ comfort, if you can call it that], fluff-ish., suggestive. make-out session near the end. size difference [reader's body referred to as small]. mentions of murder, execution. wc: 4.2k
sukuna has known from the start that possessing a human army would cause trouble, one way or another. technically, the overpowered curse has no need for a group of soldiers. he can take up any opponent by himself.
however, he enjoyed knowing that he has full control over some weak humans who are too scared to oppose him. humans who would die for his cause, if he were to command them.
human shields: thatâs what he calls them.
âspeak up or leave,â the king of curses commands, piercing red eyes glaring down at the woman kneeling before him. he sits on his throne, the aura emitting from his body being one that would send anyone into sheer panic.
heâs already pissed off due to being disturbed by one of his concubines. It isnât you â his favorite â so he has little patience to spare for the girl at his feet.
the blond girl speaks up after taking a deep breath. she came here determined to go through with her sick plan, hoping sukuna would hear her out. she knows of his favoritismâeveryone around the estate did and nearly every other concubine has been thinking of the same.
to get rid of the blatant favoritism once and for all.
the nervous woman talks fast, stuttering after every word. she spills every detail about the predicament that you had found yourself in a couple moments ago.
. . .
you were walking around the training grounds out of pure curiosity. usually, no one would be there around that hour, yet today seemed to be an exception. you averted your eyes the second you saw the soldiers training in only their hakama. their muscular chests and backs were out in the open, straight up eye candy for anyone who was walking past.
however, when they saw you - sukunaâs infamous concubine who theyâve secretly developed a crush on â they froze in their place and nearly dropped their weapons. the men didnât expect any visitors, especially not a high-ranking concubine to randomly walk through this part of the estate. itâs a rare occurrence to have anyone but the servants and generals walk by.
you silently bowed at them out of respect. you didnât have to due to your high rank, yet you still did. you actually respect their position as soldiers. that humble nature of yours was exactly what separated you from the other concubines. it also played a huge role in the crushes that those soldiers have on you.
out of fear for their lives, the soldiers have never directly interacted with you. they heard of what happened to one of the male servants who tried asking you to accompany him for a cup of tea. his body was reduced to nothing but a puddle of dark, red blood which took the servants hours to fully clean up.
but now that you were alone, without sukuna in sight, the soldiers were braver. one of them grabbed the opportunity and started walking towards you as you stood on the engawa, simply admiring the koi pond nearby. the group of men watched from a distance as their friend attempted to make a move on you. it was the perfect opportunity to convey his feelings for you.
or so he thought.
sukunaâs eyes are everywhere. even if you think he isnât looking, he simply is. his informants are lurking from every corner. his concubines, chefs, servants, maids and guards. all of them are his eyes and ears. youâre never fully alone. nothing you do escapes the king of curses. if youâre not being watched by him, the people under his control are lurking instead.
in that instant, it was one of his concubines who had discreetly followed you.
you had noticed it a while ago, though didnât say a word. itâs a usual occurrence. the other women always try to catch you off guard. to catch you doing something that youâre not allowed to do, so they can report it to sukuna, hoping that it would get you expelled from his harem. perhaps even executed in front of their eyes.
although every time they report something âcontroversialâ about you to sukuna, it backfires, and they end up with their head on the guillotine.
despite the many failures, they simply cannot stop trying. one day it will work.
the blonde woman had witnessed how the soldier put his hand on your arm to stop you from walking away. the cheesy smiles he had given you betrayed his true feelingsâthe words he uttered after the formalities only further confirmed the concubineâs speculations.
âiâve been admiring you for a while now. youâre a lovely lady...â
âperhaps itâs bold of me to ask this, but i would like the opportunity to get to know you better.â
âlord sukuna does not need to know of this. i promise not to tell him, so please donât worry.â
. . .
â...thatâs exactly what that soldier told her, my lord,â the concubine concludes her story with a shaky breath. the throne room is filled with a tense and rather uncomfortable silence. the woman canât even lift her head up because of how scared she is of sukunaâs wrath. sheâs scared of the fact that she could be the first one he kills in a rampage fueled by pure envy.
the curse simply stares at the top of the blondeâs head. his expression is unreadable, but the veins in his neck and on his forehead slowly yet surely start to become visible. his blood is boiling, causing his jaw to clench and his hands to ball into fists. without a word, sukuna stands up from his throne. the air in the room turns suffocatingâthe concubine could barely breathe. itâs as if thereâs an invisible weight pressing on her chest, making her struggle to get any oxygen in her lungs.
a rough hand reaches out to grab ahold of her hair. sukunaâs fingers curl around the locks and roughly yanks the girlâs head back, forcing her to look up. his face is close to hers; his eyes are wide and glowing an intimidating red.
âwoman,â his voice has a dangerous tone to it as he speaks up. he grips her hair tighter, until she lets out a pained sob as a few of her blond strands float down onto the cold floor, âyou know what happens if you lie to me, correct?â
the blond concubine swallows thickly as the tears prickle her eyes. she nods, already aware of the risks she is taking. âyes, my lord. i⊠i promise it is not a lie,â she whimpers. perhaps her promise isnât worth trusting, considering the infinite number of times that sukunaâs concubines have tried to sabotage his favorite girl, but the least she can do is try and convince him. to get one step closer to her goal.
the king of curses releases her head with a rough push that sends her onto her hands and knees. his intense gaze is focused on the big, heavy doors that lead down the many corridors of the estate. sukuna grits his teeth to the point he can nearly feel them crackâ how dare a lowlife try to make a move on you, in his territory? his home?
a lowly human he has granted the privilege to even breathe the same air as him, nonetheless.
death shall await that piece of shit. everyone who has seen the situation play out and hasnât done a thing to stop it or report it, will surely meet their demise as well. heavy footsteps and the deafening sounds of doors slamming open alert every living being around the estate. the air turns tense as they scramble to hide and stay out of sight of the one whoâs currently making his way to the training grounds.
. . .
youâre sitting at a pavilion near the area you had visited roughly an hour ago. your eyes take in the beautiful surroundings: the sakura trees, the neatly cut bushes and the hint of the distant mountains that peek above the walls enclosing the estate. being here puts your mind at ease, even amongst all the chaos that you have withstood within those same walls.
you think back to the man who had spoken to you a couple moments ago. the way he spoke so bravely to you, knowing it could mean death if anyone were to report it to sukuna. it sure made you respect his courage. even if you did reject his offerâout of pure fear for his life and your own.
besides, you have developed a strange longing for the ruthless curse over the course of your stay. sukuna might still lack in some aspects, but something about him is attracting you and you cannot resist it. that connection between the two of you is something undeniable. something that will not die out any time soon.
you get up to go to your chambers. youâve been here for too long while youâre not quite supposed to be roaming these places on your own. you lift your kimono a little, walking down the three steps and onto the gravel path. while youâre walking back, a couple noises from inside of the main building catch your attention.
sounds of struggle. youâve heard those sounds enough times before to be able to recognize them with ease. you watch as guards step out into the engawa, down onto the pebbles that stretch over the entire yard. theyâre pulling along a couple of blindfolded and tied up men. it looks exactly like what it is: an execution.
your throat dries up as you freeze in place. youâre not supposed to witness any of this. youâve known of the executions that take place around the manor but have never seen them firsthand. you carefully hide your face, so the guards donât recognize you and alert sukuna that youâre wandering around this part of his territory.
your eyes are downcast as you try to make a run for it from the sidelines, attempting to sneak into the building. this is none of your business. you donât want to see it. you truly cannot do anything to save those soulsâyour word is not final around here.
you donât recognize who those poor men are, until you hear one of them plead for his life. youâre about to successfully sneak past the many guards, however your head whips to the side out of pure shock once you hear that familiar voice. that smooth and charming voice. your eyes scan the bodies of the group thatâs about to be executed.
those clothes. the group is wearing the same pants that those soldiers had on. the haircuts, their voices⊠there is no doubt about it.
âwhatââ youâre about to speak up â revealing your identity in hopes of getting answers and perhaps delay the execution with the little power you have - when youâre interrupted.
how could you not have noticed that imposing figure making its way towards you before eventually coming to a stop at your face?
you donât know what to do or say. itâs like you have met a dead end. you canât go back, nor can you move forward as a wall of muscles cage you into place. you donât have time to react before sukunaâs fingers move up to wrap around your throat. he doesnât hold on tight, at least not to the point that it hinders your airway. itâs a rather possessive gesture, a warning to not move or try anything funny.
âstay,â sukuna orders. you know you cannot defy him in any way, thus you do as told. you catch a glimpse of a silhouette behind the pink-haired man. A frown settles on your face the second you notice who it belongs to. that damned woman. . . she subtly shoots you a grin, one that makes your stomach churn and your blood boil.
you had been too reckless. you should have known that she would tell on you. if only you didnât come around this area, none of this would have happened. those poor souls would not be lined up in a row in the yard, awaiting their inevitable end by the hands of the curse everyone fears. you feel like itâs all your fault and that nearly sends you spiraling.
ââlord sukuna doesnât have to know,â huh?â sukuna mocks with a dry laugh. a shiver runs down your spine once you realize what he is referring to. those courageous words that have been uttered to you today. you swallow thickly as youâre forced to lock eyes with the enraged curse in front of you.
he scoffs and turns your head to look at the blindfolded soldiers who are kneeling on the gravel, âhow cute. which one of âem said that to you?â
youâre unable to immediately answer sukuna. thereâs simply no way out of this. he will know the truth one way or another. the other concubine standing behind him will surely spill the beans if you lie. your punishment will be worse if youâre caught lying and the thought alone makes you panic internally.
âanswer me,â the king of curses demands. his fingers tighten the grip around your neck, his face leaning in right in front of yours. itâs terrifying, really, even if you know sukuna wouldnât physically hurt you in any way. at least not badly.
he emphasizes his demand with a subtle threat, âand donât you dare lie.â
itâs futile lying to sukuna anyway. your eyes fill up with tears from the pure pressure you are experiencing. you look over the group of soldiers that are on their knees, waiting to be executed. just a few moments ago, they were laughing with each other while practicing their skills, not having a clue of what would happen. you grit your teeth. life is unfair.
you refuse to point at anyone, but your gaze does linger on one soldier on the far right. that instantly catches sukunaâs attention and he makes a mental note of it. he isnât dumb: he is aware that youâre softhearted and selfless. you wouldnât publicly expose anyone, because youâre afraid of what he will do to them if he were to find out.
âhm.â sukuna possesses enough information. he releases you with a slight push, all four of his eyes focused on that specific soldier. an ominous silence fills the air before youâre excused with a quick gesture of his hands. the king of curses wordlessly commands the guards to draw their swords; not a single life would be spared.
why? because the other soldiers are just as guilty. not reporting to sukuna about the behavior of their follow squad member is an act of treason by itself. besides, sukuna doesnât really need those soldiers any longer. he can always assemble another group of weak men and put them on the front lines, to play the role of human shields.
his arms are crossed as he stares each of them down. he is about to tell the first guard to start the execution when he feels you tug at the sleeve of his yukata.
you gulp as you cling onto the fabric. youâre trying your best to change his mind. as his favorite, perhaps you had that power. to stop the blood hungry curse that lives for death and chaos. âpleqse donâtâ" you open your mouth, only for one of his hands to grab you by your jaw.
âyâ donât get to tell me what to do, brat,â sukuna answers in a low, dangerous voice. he taps your cheek twice to remind you of your place. he pushes you aside, causing you to stumble backwards into the building. be may be ruthless, but not to the point where heâd force you to witness the slaughter thatâs about to take place.
âiâll deal with ya later,â he adds with a faint huff. he quickly waves you off, ânow, move.â
all you can do is stare at sukunaâs back before slowly retreating into the estate. you feel sick. you feel like youâre going to throw up as you scurry past the concubine who also makes her way back to her chambers, the woman still grinning from ear to ear.
heads will roll because of you. again.
. . .
the estate is unusually quiet around this hour. not a single soul had the guts to get out of their chambers after word spread that another execution took place. this time it was a group of soldiers, all of them taken out without a warning. they fear theyâre nextânot even your own lady-in-waiting dares to talk to you for the time being.
youâre laying on your bed, unable to sleep your worries away. the warmth underneath your sheets gives you a sense of comfort, but it isnât enough to drive the negative thoughts away. you only lift your head up from the pillow when the doors to your room slide open. you heart nearly stops beating in your chest as you see sukuna stroll inside like nothing happened.
his footsteps are heavy against the wooden flooring. you sit up out of habit, to greet him. your eyes are downcast, however. you know a punishment awaits you as well. you donât think he will expel you from his harem nor get rid of you in any way. he would have done so the moment heâs seen you back at the training grounds if that were to be the case.
sukuna sits on the edge of your bed, crossing all four of his arms. he sighs the second he sees the gloomy expression on your face. his hand reaches out, fingers pushing some of the hairs back from your face.
he doesnât speak up for a minute, simply allowing you to gather your thoughts. his index finger and thumb glide down to grasp your chinâ a gentle yet firm touch. âyâ see what happens when you disobey me?â
sukunaâs reminder sure was a violent one, but thatâs to be expected from a disaster curse like him. of course he wouldnât change his violent nature for you; you shouldâve expected that. you shouldnât have become so delusional, so blinded because of the fact that youâre his favorite.
perhaps the special treatment is getting to your head. itâs making you feel like you have a chance at taming a monster.
especially now, as sukuna climbs onto your bed and leans back against the headboard, pulling your small body onto his lap. the duality is messing with your brain and making you unable to fully despise the man in front of you.
âyes, my lord,â you take a deep breath before eventually answering with those three words. youâre a weak woman, melting right into the embrace of the man youâre supposed to hate. you cannot help yourself as you feel those big hands rub up and down your sides.
âgood,â sukunaâs signature smirk tugs at his lips. youâre easy to distract, easy to please. looking at you from up close like this is somehow soothing the anger inside him. heâs supposed to punish you for disobeying his ordersâ for going somewhere youâre not supposed to. for interacting with a man who tried to approach you romantically.
yet he cannot bring himself to continue his rough lecture. seeing you become all putty in his hands puts his mind at ease. hurting you? kicking you out of his harem? killing you? no, none of that. all those evil thoughts are thrown out of the window the second your body made contact with his.
sukuna doesn't know whether to dislike or enjoy the undeniable power you have over him. if it was any of his other concubines in your position, he would've executed them right beside those soldiers. maybe it is a sick and twisted sense of love that he has for you.
even if love is a foreign thing to a cold-blooded curse like him.
âyâre lucky i still have some use for you,â sukuna comments as his big hand moves up to rub your head, subtly ruffling your hair. his actions are in contrast with his words. his words carry the hard 'truth', reminding you of your place as his concubine. but his actions tell you that youâre more than that to him. more than just a toy to his collection.
his fingers trace your cheek, your jaw and down to the collar of your kimono. he slips two digits between the gaps of the fabric and traces your cleavage. your heart rate picks up, which the king of curses easily senses. he shakes his head with a dry and nearly condescending laugh.
youâre easy. easy to pacify, easy to shut up with just a couple touches. thatâs also what he likes about you. the fact that youâre so submissive to him when you need to be. sukuna traces the curves of your perky breasts, âyou should just look pretty for me like thisâlisten to me and not get into trouble.â
goosebumps appear on your skin from the sensual touch. a shiver runs down your spine as the tips of his fingers nearly touch your sensitive buds before retreating. itâs a tease meant to drive you crazy, to get you riled up only for nothing to happen.
sukuna leans in and nips at the skin near your throat. his breath is hot and heavy against your neck, his kisses are chaste and tingly. two of his hands pull your upper body against his until youâre chest to chest. his lips find your shoulder, fingers loosening the kimono to expose your sensitive flesh.
ânone of this wouldâve happened if ya jusâ listened, hm?â sukuna whispers in a rough tone. he knows itâs not fully your faultâthat stupid soldier shouldnât have made a move on you in the first place. although, he canât help but play mindgames with you. to mold you into the perfect woman for him.
and you fall right into his trap. âsorry. won't do it again,â you reply in a quiet whisper. your own hands clench onto the fabric of his black yukata, eyes closed and head tilted to give sukuna better access to your neck. he appreciates your thoughtfulness as his teeth sink into your flesh.
âhah. thatâs what yâ say every time,â the pink-haired curse clicks his tongue. one of his hands moves to the back of your head, fingers curling into the strands of your hair. he tugs at them so you can face him properly.
â. . .such a little brat,â sukunaâs eyes roam over your facial features and down to your body. he gives you a subtle grin before his lips meet yours in a bruising kiss.
you should be feeling guilty for being part of the reason why an entire group of people have lost their lives, yet here you are, shamelessly making out with their executer.
the love you share is toxic, but addictive. you find yourself crawling back to sukuna each time you promise not to fall for his tricks. and the same goes for him.
the king of curses finds himself tolerating more and more of your behaviorâbehavior that would have others in their grave. no matter what you say or do, he keeps you alive. he simply punishes you in other ways than death, even when death is all he knows.
sukuna bites on your bottom lip which causes your mouth to open. he takes advantage of it and slips his tongue inside, mixing his saliva with yours. he groans against your lips due to the pure pleasure he receives from your kisses.
you pull away suddenly, feeling lightheaded from the lack of air you were getting. the man in front of you scoffs and flicks your forehead for that, grumpy again because you decided to bring an end to his pleasure.
sukuna allows you a little break, however. he brings his mouth to your ear and you swear you can hear the smirk on his lips as he speaks. âyâre mine. donât you forget,â he mutters to you in a low tone.
you nod without hesitation, âall yours.â
you will never forget that. no matter what you do or where you goâ youâre still sukunaâs. in every way possible. there is no escaping him. no one can take you away from him, as youâve been reminded of an hour ago.
not another man, nor another woman. not even his other concubines can get you out of his sight. they may continue to scheme, but they wonât succeed.
what happened today is still replaying in the back of your mind as the make out session develops into something more. youâve pushed the guilt, sadness and shame aside for the time being, though you know that those emotions will come crashing down after this is done.
death is inevitable around this place. youâve grown a bit desensitised to it and have accepted your fate a long time ago when you realised that you had somehow done the impossible.
now you - and the others - are actively suffering the consequencesâ the consequences of making the ryomen sukuna fall in love.
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A Rising Sun
Summary: Thirteen missed calls and twenty unread text messages. Not even Mephisto could track you. âYouâre really starting to worry me here, kitten.â Sylus pressed the phone to his ear, eyes glued to Mephistoâs live feed as he soared through the N109 Zoneâs darkest alleys, âIf it was something I did, let me make it up to you.â Tags: Sylus/Reader, gender-neutral, slight angst, hurt/comfort, reader is mc, established relationship Word Count: 1.8k A/N: requested by @hrts4hanniehae read on ao3 | masterlist
Crystal clinked loudly against a mahogany table as Sylus put the empty glass down with a seething glare. He wouldâve slammed it were it not for your sleeping form just several feet away, however. Your chest rose and fell under his satin sheets, and he counted each breath like a rosary bead; youâre fine, youâre fine, youâre fine. He unstopped a priceless bottle of whiskey and poured himself another drink, but the tremor in his hand sloshed amber liquid over the sides. Sylus huffed but didnât bother wiping up the mess. Instead, he downed the whiskey in one go and squeezed his tired eyes shut. The burn was nothing compared to the chill down his spine when he found you.Â
Thirteen missed calls and twenty unread text messages. Not even Mephisto could track you. âYouâre really starting to worry me here, kitten.â Sylus pressed the phone to his ear, eyes glued to Mephistoâs live feed as he soared through the N109 Zoneâs darkest alleys, âIf it was something I did, let me make it up to you.â The begging in his voice grew more obvious as the voicemails went on, ââPlease. Just let me know youâre okay.â Sylus drew closer to the hologram, helpless, as Mephisto investigated another possible location, âI canâtâŠâ Another dead end. The mechanical crow cooed softly before swooping into another street, and Sylus heard his voice catch in his throat, â...I canât feel you anymore.âÂ
Beep. The call ended, leaving a loaded silence in its wake.Â
He considered leaving yet another voicemail when Mephisto turned a sharp corner and pointed his eyes at a dark figure slumped against a wall. No, no, no. His worst fears were realized when the crow perched himself on your knee and cawed loudly, as if scolding you for causing so much trouble. Then his lens panned over the blood. So much blood. Sylus couldnât recall the ride there, which car he took, how fast he was going. Trivial details, to be frank. Your name was the only thought in his mind, the only language he understoodâyou, you, you. Sense returned to him when he clutched your limp body in his tight embrace, and you groaned weakly in his arms. âIâm here,â Sylus sighed against your ear, âAlways here.âÂ
The sheets of his bed rustled as you shifted your weight, and Sylus shot you a look. âSylus,â You called weakly, and winced as you sat up.
âDonât lean on your arm.â Despite your discomfort, his narrowed gaze remained fixed on the empty glass in his hand. He made no move to approach you, âYouâll disturb the bandages.â Out of the corner of his eye, he watched you take note of the gauze wrapped around your bicep. The bleeding stopped a while ago. âThat wanderer missed your artery by a hair,â Sylus drawled, and your confused gaze met his cold look, âYour luck never ceases to amaze me.â Then he stood, your confusion morphing into panic, âLet Mephisto know if you need anything.â
âSylus, waitââ You outstretched your hand, the bandaged one, and immediately hissed in pain. Sylus froze, but like before, remained where he stood, âHow long have I been out?â
His lip twitched. âThree hours now,â A beat, then he was reaching into his pocket, âHere.â Your phone bounced against the mattress at your feet, and Sylus watched you pick up the shattered screen. Wincing, you turned it on, and he quietly studied your distress.
âIâm sorry,â You began softly, but Sylus forced his eyes to the floor. He couldnât stand the guilt in your eyes, âI got so caught up I didnâtââ
His raised hand cut you short, âDonât.â And he turned away sharply, âJust focus on resting.â The lump in his throat was difficult to swallow around, so he grabbed the leftover whiskey and rushed out.
Cooling down with some vinyl records had been his first instinct. Dusting them off, running his fingers over the plastic covers, then finally settling on just one. Fretting over their display was a nervous habit of his, his go-to when he needed a distraction. But it proved too difficult to position the needle correctly with trembling hands, and Sylus watched the needle stutter over the grooves with a grimace. Instrumentals kicked in over the stereo quietly, but it still wasnât enough to drown out his swirling thoughts. He should be with you right now. Tending to your every need and shushing you gently to get some rest. Instead, he hid away with his records, inhaling and exhaling to relax the tight ball in his chest. Youâre fine, youâre fine, youâre fine.
He repeated this useless prayer to himself to prevent other thoughtsâdarker thoughtsâfrom bubbling up. It didnât work, though. âSylus?â His eyes widened at the sound of your voice, before they suddenly narrowed in suspicion. As if on cue, Mephisto breezed to his perch in the corner of the room, and Sylus shot the crow a withering glare. So much for keeping you away from him, damn bird. Mephisto only pricked his feathers innocently in response. Your bare feet then padded across the room, but Sylus refused to turn around. You shouldnât have to see him like this. âSylus, would you please look at me?â You insisted again, stronger this time, âAre you angry?â
Usually, he craved your bluntness. Right now, he resented it. âI should have locked him in his cage.â Your steps drew closer, and Sylus concentrated on the spinning vinyl.
Your tired sigh gripped his heart. âI heard your voicemails,â You announced quietly, âItâsâŠItâs okay if you are. You have every right to be.âÂ
Itâs just so like you to put his feelings first. As if he had been the one bleeding in an alley for hours. Sylus pinched the bridge of his nose, âAnd if I was?â He turned to face you, finally, and noted the half-step you took back. Sylus couldnât help the scowl that tugged at his lips, âWhy arenât you?â
You frowned at him and rubbed your arm distractedly. âIâŠfeel bad for making you worry. Iâm sorry, and I totally understand where youâre coming from.â You then tugged nervously at your clothes, avoiding his sharp gaze, âI would be angry with me too, believe me. Especially after I said Iâd be moreââ
Sylus couldnât help it, a humorless laugh erupted from his bitten lips. You only stared in bewilderment as he raised a hand to cover his mouth, âAngry at youâŠ?â He shook his head as another wave of trepidation passed through him, âYou misunderstand,â Then his voice fell ominously low, âIâm not angry at you.â
Surprise gripped your expression, âI donât understand, then. Why are you angry?â
âWhy?â It was Sylusâ turn to give you a bewildered look, âWhy?â The answer was so obvious, he almost felt ridiculous spelling it out for you. Through gritted teeth, he tried anyway, âBecause I failed to protect you, thatâs why.â That lump in his throat returned, so he promptly shut up. His words clung to the air for several moments, but he didnât dare take his eyes off you now. A flurry of emotions overwhelmed you; perhaps you were realizing that, yes, he did fail you tonight. That realization never quite reached your eyes, though. Instead, you slowly shook your head before falling back to get comfortable on his couch.Â
âCome sit with me.â You patted the area next to you and watched him expectantly. Sylus stared. You always did find new ways to surprise him, somehow. He fought three wars in his headâbefore losing them allâand hesitantly took his place by your side. The big, bad Onychinus leader avoided your soft gaze. âWhat happened tonight, neither of us is to blame.â Your voice fell hush, and he didnât need to look at you to know you saw right through him, âYou can be angry, but please donât hold a grudge.â You scooted yourself closer to take his hand in yours, and his eyes numbly flicked to your linked fingers.Â
âIf Mephisto hadnât found youâŠI didnât know what to think.â His voice trailed off, and he swallowed thickly, âYour aether core. I couldnât feel it.â His thumb caressed yours gently, âFear like that isnât easy to forget.â
Guilt brimmed in your eyes again, and he wished he hadnât said anything. âYou found me,â You began fiercely, âAnd Iâm okay now, thanks to you. Because of you. You could never fail me.â Your words only deepened his scowl. It should never have gotten to that point in the first place. You should never have been in that positionâalone. Your interlocked hands tightened, âSylusâŠâ Your murmur, spoken like a wish, was accompanied by a sudden warmth between your palms. He inhaled sharply as he watched your hands glow, evols linking as you resonated with his. The feeling was difficult to explain. Resonating with you blanketed him in a warmth like no other, like he was morning dew glowing under the rising sun. Like it was the first and last time heâd ever feel sunlight. You were alive. You were well. And if you harbored any ill will toward him, then resonating wouldnât have come so naturally to you. Heâs glad it did.Â
The resonance ended all too soon, however, and the light of your evols dimmed to nothing. Sylusâ record played softly in the silence. âThank you,â He murmured at last, feeling calm for the first time that evening, â...And Iâm sorry.â You made it difficult to stay upset. You had no idea how much power you held over himâover his mind and body alikeâhow easily you could mold him like putty in your precious hands. Right now, though, you guided those precious hands to his chin and looked him over properly. The dark circles, the disheveled hair, the cracked lips; you drank all of it in and let worry settle in the crease of your brow. He hid his embarrassment behind wisecracks, âLike what you see? A picture might last longer.â
You shot him a look, âYou should take a shower, youâll feel better.â Your expression then softened, and your thumb caressed the side of his smirking mouth, âBut hurry, so you can join me in bed.â
He swore he felt traces of your evol smoldering within him, âEasy, kitten, youâre still recovering.â
Amusement sparkled in his ruby eyes when you abruptly pulled away, flustered, âYou know what I meant!â Tsk, it was too easy sometimes. Sylus tried and failed to hide his smile before unexpectedly lifting you off the couch, âSylusââ
âIâve got youâyes, I do, now stop squirming,â Hanging on with your good arm, Sylus held you tighter than heâd ever done before. Letting you down would never be an option again. âSave the struggling for later, sweetie.â You merely huffed and settled into his secure embrace, but your free hand clutched his shirt just as tightly. A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.Â
Morning dew, meet rising sun.
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