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Another weird dream last night. My memories of the dream are a little hazy, so bear with me.
So apparently Vinny streamed himself watching Murder Drones, I think because someone was bugging him about it
He ended up actually watching it. But for some reason, the show looked different, there were different scenes that didnât happen in the show, and had a completely different setting to it, that had more of a âfuturistic neon vaporwaveâ aesthetic as opposed to the âpost apocalyptic snowscapeâ the actual show has.
I aguely remember this scene in my dream where Uzi, N, and V were talking on a moving train or something.
But thatâs not the weirdest part, it was also a game kind of? There was this main menu, with the top option being to watch the show, but the other options were these mini games, one of them being a rhythm game with a character not even from the show
Also Vinny was streaming with friends. I donât know if they were other streamers I watch, or his friends from the Abiotic Factor streams, or theyâre new people my dream created. All I know is that one of them was definitely a woman.
At the end of the stream, Vinny said the show was pretty goodâŠ
This is the second time I dreamt about Vinesauce, and the second time I dreamt about Murder Drones, wtf is wrong with me.
#vinesauce#vinny vinesauce#murder drones#serial designation n#uzi doorman#serial destination v#dreams#Iâm sorry for the Vinesauce fans who donât know what Murder Drones is#and the Murder Drones fans who donât know what Vinesauce is#as for the people who are fans of a bothâŠ#can we be friends :)#weird dreams#md
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the fic is going at snailâs pace but I made some progress today đ„Ž
âAre you going to just look?â Lee Hong-jo asks.
She curves her eyes at him playfully.
âNo,â Jang Shin-yu responds, bending down to press a kiss to her sternum.
He continues downwards, leaving a trail of sweet and tender kisses, loving the way she trembles in response and grips his hair. His left hand runs over her hips, teasing the waistband of her trousers but doesnât pull it down.
Lee Hong-jo tightens her grip in his hair, frustrated edge in her voice.
Jang Shin-yu can hear what sheâs thinking. Youâre an infuriating man. It makes him laugh against her skin.
#destined with you#hongshin#wip: dreams of u#UIUEUEUEUU I LOVEE TJEM SO MUCHHH#but also. GOD.#begging to be FINISHED with this section so I can be free n continue on#smut writing the bane of my existence T.T#shinyu why is ur dream so long. ok itâs not even long it just feels that way dhfhfjfjjf but it needs to end Now#I really should work on other dwy wips maybe thatâll help#but this is On My Mind I canât do other wips#rare yuki moments#but at least I can do other fandom wips
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nvm the horrors hav drowned me yet again the dread and the fears r back
#whole new ones this time#or ones that havent been here in awhile.. moreso havent had a place in awhile#i think thinking of old things brought them back#i was hoping i could sleep before they hit but i was wrong i am stuck crying n shaking over Illogical Fears Except Wait What if they Arent#what if i am The Fool#what if everything is destined 2 repeat#still im gonna try & sleep i think#and hope i dont dream of it and give them a x200 multiplier
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Anthea and Concordia are way too compelling to me for characters whose only narrative purpose is minor exposition dump
#pokemon#pokemon bw#anthea and concordia#how old were they when ghetsis adopted them? how old were they when they figured out team plasma was hurting pokemon more than it was#helping them? or did they always know?#always playing the perfect eldest sisters. quiet sweet caretakers to the one who's destined to be king.and you know there's something wrong#with these ideals (with this family) but you keep your head down and you smile and nod and protect your little brother as best you can#even if there's nothing you can do to save him from himself. (if nothing else you love your little brother.)#did they ever have dreams outside of the role ghetsis made them play? who are they without team plasma?#N got to find out. will they?
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my fave thing about madders and sonny is that it took less than a season for maddison to absolutely adore sonny like he is PROOF of sonny's instant loveability
hiiiii gormlaith!!! đ«¶đŸ yes exactly like iâm pretty sure madders liked him before he signed for us (iirc he has a whole wall with footballersâ shirts and sonnyâs is on there) but it is true that they bonded within like the first month and also that he waxes poetic in every interview about sonny and the way he captains spurs đ„č once you wear the #10 shirt at spurs you've just signed yourself over to loving sonny forever i'm afraid!
#i'm always thinking abt that vid of preseason where madders n sonny n harry were sitting#on the bench and joking around ⊠we were sold a dream đ#also hope u got to ur holiday destination safe n sound!!!!! đ€đ€đ€#richarlisonny#rahul answers
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what ghost haunts you?
the ghost of devotion .
your body was crafted to be loved and to be adored. you write with the touch of a poet, the fingertips of a lover. if you are not loved, you are not whole. you are made to be sculpted by the hands of another into something perfect. without their love, you feel as though you may crumble without the support of purpose their touch provides. when ernest hemingway wrote âit was too good to last.â when ocean vuong wrote, âi miss you more than i remember you.â when david foster wallace wrote, âeverything iâve ever let go of has claw marks on it.â
the ghost of the damned .
you rot with the need for something more than what you have. the ghost is built up of the feeling of stagnation. you find it staring at the ceiling with sleep - blurred vision ; this is the third night you have met its eyes in the early hours of the morning. you tear yourself apart looking for comfort, for validation, for acceptance. but it never feels quite enough. you ruin everything you touch, despite every attempt to be more than what you have always been. you would sculpt yourself as something perfect for those around you, but you are no artist. when albert camus wrote, âbe silent, heart; there is no hope!â when lucille clifton wrote, âmaybe i shouldâve wanted less. maybe i shouldâve ignored the bowl in me, begging to be filled.â when taylor swift said, âiâm still on that tightrope, iâm still trying everything to get you looking at me.â
tagged by @primordyalsoul ty sumin!!!!
#TAGMEME.#iiiiiIIINTERESTING.....#dark's is fine as is but dai#his relationship with independence/dependence can get a little complicated#his desire is to be independent and he's stubborn about it- hence his rejecting dark's concerns or help sometimes#(that's where the 'what took you so long to call me?' comes from in tandem with constantly reminding daisuke#that they're one and the same; that dark -is- on daisuke's side and very much so. wholly loves and accepts him)#dark's longing is also a reflection of daisuke's longing; to be accepted and loved even within himself for his own flaws and faults#the reality for daisuke too is that so many people around him help and try very hard to care for him from his parents to his friends#the same way everybody remarks he's always trying to do his best for others- which is partly a symptom of dai wanting to be reliable#rather than solely relying on others all of the time... it goes in a big circle#smth smth coexistence and daisuke's simultaneous fear of being ostracized/persecuted for being dark#smth smth dante's inferno and the circle of thieves stealing each other's bodies but the way dark and daisuke learn to share#smth smth you were born to be a phantom thief but it's love that transforms you#dark's longing and loneliness is simultaneously daisuke's longing and loneliness always and forever BUT dark's stagnancy#his supposed state of perfection his immutability that makes him unearthly unhuman - he quietly loathes#dark relies on daisuke to change him too; to be kinder. warmer. the boy's his heart#the same way he's daisuke's supporting dream and aspiration!!!#aw man tag essay. embarrassing. point is dai's very devoted was born for it was destined for it#his family's love gets to the point it's overbearing sometimes but it's so so so genuine and so is his own once he gets to a state of it#but one cannot dismiss ...... the stubborn 'i can do it myself i don't need you' attitude(tm) dai has at dark sometimes#(even though dark is sooooo pathetic n desperate to be relied on)
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Girl, Interrupted
summary: Eddie crashes by your home when you least expected, but everything happens for a reason, right?
wc: 1.8k
cw: PURE SMUT (MDNI 18+), basically no plot, friends to fwb?, oral (f receiving), Eddie is a tease, fairly bold reader lol, fingering, talk of p in v sex, hair pulling, orgasms idk let me know what else
a/n: my bestie bought me slutty pajamas for my birthday, and since I'm a hypothetical whore, this has been on my mind nonstop. Finally took a break from my spn series to write this down. This is the filthiest thing I've written to date but definitely short and sweet
Eddieâs jaw fell slack as the door opened before him. He knew he shouldnât have shown up to your place uninvited. Sure, you were his best friend, and of course, you had said he could come over whenever, but that never truly meant unannounced. He was already kicking himself for showing up as late as he did when you opened the door.
Your oh so short pajama shorts were the first thing that caught his eye, how your thighs spilled out beneath them, the cotton begging for relief. His eyes trailed higher to your tank top one size too small. The hem rested just above your midriff, the outline of your hips more prominent than he had ever seen. Your face was flush, pinks and reds lining your cheeks. He fought the urge to pinch himself, scared that he was dreaming, scared that heâd wake up to the absence of you and very real feelings emerging.
âEddie? What are you doing here?â you asked, your arms crossing over your chest. âI thought you had a date.â
Date, what date? Eddieâs mind was going numb. His brain was flatlining at the mere sight of you, more exposed to him than heâd ever seen you. Fight or flight kicked in, debating on whether to say something or just turn around and leave. He was almost sure he was not supposed to see you in this state.
âIâuhhâit didnât go well, so I cut it short. But I know you love the place, so I figured Iâd bring over the leftovers.â
âOh, sweet. Thank you.â
Eddie hesitated, scared to ask, but his interest piqued. âIs someoneâyouâre alone right now, right?â
Your eyebrows pinched together. You exhaled a dry laugh. âPlease, Iâm always alone. Come in. Tell me about your date.â
You ushered Eddie inside and settled into your couch. You pulled a blanket over you, and Eddie released a sigh. He couldnât believe the hold you suddenly had on him. It was like he was in high school again, ready to combust at the sight of a shoulder. At least with your legs covered, he was less inclined to think about spreading them.
âWas it really that bad?â you asked, drawing Eddie from his thoughts.
âShe was just so boring,â Eddie complained. âLike, thereâs nothing wrong with her, but it was like we were from different planets! She didnât know Metallica! How am I supposed to bond with someone when thereâs nothing to relate to?â
âDid you think of showing her?â
âShowing her what?â
âMetallica!â you laughed. âWouldnât that be kind of romantic, you know, to introduce that to her? Maybe tell her youâre in a band? Itâd be like showing her a whole new world. And maybe youâd get a groupie out of it.â
Eddie swatted at the air. âItâs not worth it. We were both bored. And it was clear she wasnât looking to rock with a guitarist.â
âOh, I highly doubt that.â
âYou didnât meet her. Sheâs pristine, a Chrissy Cunningham type. Meant to be with a lawyer or some shit.â
You leaned in closer to Eddie, your blanket sliding down your thighs. âThose are the girls who fantasize about guys like you the most. Those girls on the straight and narrow, the ones who seemed destined to be sweet stay-at-home moms or perfect career women, those are the ones who dream of just one night doing something they never thought they could. Something so wild that when theyâre taking their kids to soccer practice, or their âperfect husbandâ is asleep on the recliner while they're doing the dishes, they can think back to that wild night when they fucked a rockstar.â
Eddieâs lip trembled as chills coursed through his body. You leaned back against the couch and shrugged like what you said was nothing. You had to be on something, he decided. Never had you been so frank when the topic of sex came up. Your face was still flushed with color, and you couldnât seem to find a comfortable position on the couch, shifting yourself from one side to the other to no specific rhythm. Heat radiated off of you, though you werenât known to be the furnace between the two of you. Something struck Eddie as so foreign but so familiar as he took you in.
âWould you fuck a rockstar?â Eddie found himself saying.
Heat rose to your cheeks. âDo I seem like one of those straight-and-narrow girls to you?â
âThatâs not what I asked,â Eddie said, a newfound confidence overtaking him. âYou came up with that way too fast to act like you donât think of it, too. So, would you fuck a rockstar?â
You bit your lip and shifted in your seat. You huffed into the couch. âWouldnât anyone?â
âWhy so shy all of a sudden?â Eddie asked, egging you on. âYouâve been squirming since I got here, sweetheart. Is something on your mind?â
Your eyes trailed from his eyes to his lips, then back to his eyes. âTonight is not the night to ask me that.â
âWhy is that?â Eddie chuckled. âWere you in the middle of something? Was something left unfinished when I so rudely interrupted? And now all you can think about is the ache between your legs?â
You shuddered at his words. âEddie,â you said, your voice shaking.
âI could help you.â Eddie leaned closer, his words almost a whisper. âBecause I may not be a rockstar, but Iâm sure I could give you the night of your life.â
Your breath hitched in your throat. âDonât tease me. Itâs not funny.â
âNo oneâs laughing.â Eddie pulled the blanket back, his hands resting on your thighs. Your legs slightly opened on instinct. âWhat kind of friend would I be, huh? If I didnât at least offer?â
Eddie didnât know where this bravado came from, but he didnât care. All he knew was the longer you looked at him like that, the harder he got.
You grabbed him by his shirt and forced his lips on yours. Nothing soft or sweet came from your lips. You were needy and desperate, clinging to him like he was the air in your lungs.
The urgency shocked Eddie, but he quickly found your rhythm. He smirked against your lips as he pulled his jacket off. His hands snaked from your thighs to your hips to your ass, lifting you onto his lap. You groaned into his mouth as he rolled you against him.
He was sure he was dreaming now. Only there did he ever picture you above him, grinding your hips into his. Only there did he imagine you moaning from his touch. But never were his dreams this vivid, this real, this fucking good.
He pulled you from him and pushed you back onto the couch. You whined at the loss of contact. Heâd never seen your eyes so dark, so lustful, so hungry for him.
He slid down to the floor onto his knees and pulled you to the edge of the couch. âYou still want my help, sweetheart?â
You nodded emphatically.
âI need to hear you, baby. Say it.â
âPlease help me, Eddie. I need you. Please.â
âAtta girl.â
You lifted yourself up as Eddie pulled your shorts down your legs. Eddieâs cock jumped at the sight of you. He bit his lip to maintain what little composure he had left.
âAww, your poor little pussyâs just as needy as you, isnât she?â He spread your knees apart, the cold metal on his fingers sending chills up your spine. The throbbing between your legs only intensified, a small whimper escaping your lips.
Eddie couldnât wait any longer. There was no time for teasing, no time to explore. You needed him, and he was going to deliver.
He dove into your aching pussy like a man starved. You jumped at the contact, your hands flying to his hair. His tongue worked overtime, kitten-licking your clit before diving in for more.
âYou taste so good, sweetheart,â he said, smiling against you. You moaned in response, grabbing a fistful of his hair and pulling him closer.
Your sounds turned him on even more, searching for his own release as he rubbed himself against the couch. His mind was in a daze, in utter disbelief that anyone could look so perfect for him with your legs spread and your back arched. Your chest rose and fell to the rhythm of his tongue, and your lips formed a perfect âoâ. Oh, how Eddie wanted to feel your lips around his cock. How youâd sink down on him, your perfect innocent mouth being completely sinful just for him.
He placed a finger at your entrance and pumped in and out, his thumb now circling your clit. Your head fell back. âGod, yes, Eddie. Just like that.â
âI need you to do something for me, baby,â Eddie said as he added a second finger.
âWhaâwhatâs that?â you asked, breathless.
âI need you to tell me what you think of when you get off. Tell me what you were thinking of before I showed up at your door.â
âIâI oh god,â you shouted as Eddieâs lips found your clit. âIâI thought about you on your fucking date.â
âOh fuck,â Eddie groaned into your pussy, the vibrations shooting up your spine.
âI pictured you fucking her from behind, her skirt hiked up to her hips, her panties to the side as you fucked her in front of the bathroom mirror.â
âFucking CâChrist,â Eddie stuttered, his hips rutting into the couch faster. âKeep going.â
âThen it was me you were fucking. You grabbed me by the hair, so I could watch what you were doing to me,â you said, your voice shaking with every word. âEddie, please. Iâm close. Please.â
âCome on, baby. You can do it. Tell me what I was doing to you.â He was past dreaming at this point. He was sure this was heaven. Hearing your words had him reeling. He didnât want to stop, didn't know how to stop. He just knew he needed to see you come.
Your lip trembled. âYour hands were all over me, playing with my tits, your lips on my neck, andâand your big cock pounding into me over and oh-ver andâand Fuck! Eddie, donât stop! Please, please, please!â
Your orgasm crashed down on you, expletives and Eddieâs name on your lips. Eddie continued to pump his fingers in and out of you like a madman as he lapped up your cum.
âOh god, oh fuck!â he moaned against you.
You pushed his head off of you and caught your breath. Eddie took a breath, too, leaning back against his heels. You pulled him back up to you and kissed him, tasting yourself on your lips.
âThat⊠was so hot,â Eddie said, releasing a breath.
âCan it be my turn to help you?â you asked, looking up at him through your eyelashes.
Eddieâs cheeks rouged slightly, his eyes trailing to the growing wet spot on his jeans. âI had a turn already,â he said, guilt painting his words. He leaned in toward you, a devilish smirk joining his features. âBut Iâm not done with you. Not yet.â
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Cauldron-born
Pairing: Azriel x fem reader
Word Count: 1.7K
Summary: When an unexplainable energy pulls the Inner Circle to barge into the Day court, they're all shocked at what they find. But it's Azriel who can't help wonder if his dreams have finally been answered.
Part 2
âI hadnât meant to hide this from you Rhysand,â Helionâs usual warm tone was replaced with something sterner, bolderâ unwavering.
A breeze pulled on your skirt, the floaty material rippling under the wind. It was always warm in Day, but now, with the appearance of uninvited guests, there was a coldness in the air you hadnât experienced before.
A bite that pulled at your skin raising goosebumps across your arms.
You guessed this reaction wasnât a rare occurrence when facing the Night Courts Inner Circle.
Helion shifted his weight, his body stood in front of yours in a protective manner. A nervousness emitted from his energy, an emotion that actually seemed strange to even be associated with him.Â
Helion wasnât the nervous type. Charming and flirtatious, bold and defiantâ not nervous.
Helion pushed his shoulders back, his stance flexing against the shadowy group that had just arrived.Â
They had shaken him.Â
Perhaps you were naive to think these people wouldnât, naive to believe you could live your life quietly. Slip through the cracks. Go unnoticed. No you were not destined for that, as much as your dear friend may have wanted that for you.
So if a quiet life was not meant to be, then you would at least claim it as yours.Â
With a light step you moved from behind Helion to his side, coming into full view of the group who had appeared unannounced in the courtyard. Your hand came to Helionâs gently, giving him a soft squeeze and light smile that stretched to your eyes.
How they had gotten through Day Courts shields didnât come as a surprise really. Helion had divulged how powerful the High Lord of the Night Court was. That if he really wanted to take them all down, then Helion suspected in that unrelenting pit of power Rhys probably could.
But despite this power, Rhys had never ravaged control over the land. Helion was fond of Rhys and his family, they were allies. Perhaps he would even consider them friendly.
And yet Helion hadnât told them about you.
Energies and rhythms rippling from their bodies, all with their own melody of colours unique to them floated toward you. Your eyes scanned over their features quickly, reading their expressions, the tight lines their faces made before one look pulled you to a hasty stop.
A hazel lock held you tightly as a males gaze ensnared you.Â
Golden rays broke through a midnight blue aura, trapping you in a moment that seemed to expand and retract all at once. He was the most beautiful male youâd ever laid eyes on, and it took every ounce of will power to pull your gaze from his.
There was a simmering at the pit of your stomach, something familiar and warm, and you swore you could hear singingâ
âShe is like us.â A girl from the back of the crowd spoke, beautiful and sweet. Elain, you assumed. Her aura, one that resembled sunlight radiating in golden flicks. If you hadnât known who she was youâd had assumed she was a Day court resident from her glow alone.
Elain stepped forward, another girl stepping beside her as if theyâd both been pulled by the same magnetic pulse to the front of the group.
This girl. This girl was Nesta. You were sure of it. That silver flickering aura licked at her skin, an energy so similar and yet so different to her sisters.
âHm..no not exactly like usâŠâ Elain seemed to mutter, more to herself than anyone else. Her eyes scanning you as she tried to get a read, try and decipher what had pulled her here in the first place.Â
Why you had pulled them here.
âSomething other.â Nesta spoke.
You donât think sheâd actually intended for it to sound so venomous, but the words had snapped like poison. You noticed how for a split second there was a softeness in her energy. Whether she was regretful of her tone or not, you had flinched at the word.
Other.
Hm. Perhaps that was the best way to describe you.
Elain glanced at her sister, her face not changing as she digested Nestaâs words. There was a shuffling behind them, only slight and small. Would barely be noticeable if it wasnât so hard for you not to notice.
Him.
His scarred fingers twitched at his sides, shadows swirling around them as they peered over those giant black membranes that were drawn in at his back. A tattoo creeped up the side of his neck, peeking through his shirt as you followed up to his jaw. Black leatherâs covered his body, blue siphons shimmering under the setting sun. You tried so hard not to let your eyes wander back, but as though you had no control you gaze landed on his again.Â
Only to find he was already staring.
Azriel.
Helion had mentioned him to you before and you recalled how you had rolled the name a few times in your mouth. The name feeling so foreign and familiar all at once.
âNot cauldron-made, no not quite.â Elain had turned her attention back to you.
You had stepped forward now, stepped out from the shadow of Helion.
Stepped out to face what you had been avoiding.Â
âYou are Cauldron-born.âÂ
â”
âWould you like to join us for some tea?â Your response had been after Elainâs heavy statement.
Your words coming out in a flurry to cut through the heaviness in the air. Despite being outside it felt stifling. Several eyes piercing into you. You could almost hear the way they were trying to decipher youâ breakdown what Elain had said.Â
You hadnât allowed them the time. Quickly offering them tea, as you glanced at the small set up you and Helion had come to the courtyard to enjoy.
It was only a matter of moments before more furniture was erected and began the awkward silence while the piping pot of tea began to simmer to a cool.
Your hands were scrunched up in your skirt, fists full of fabric on your lap being an obvious tell of unease to those who knew what to look for. A strained smile was forced to your lips, expression light and brows arched in apprehension as you watched the uninvited guests silently take sips of tea.Â
With a quick sideways glance you gave Helion a nervous smile, your lips wobbling as you took a sharp inhale. Helion responded with a gentle pat of your head, his large hand coming to ruffle your hair while a lazy smiled adorned his lips.
His energy finally shifting to one you recognised more, warm and teasing. He was relaxed again. Whatever shock the inner circle had originally caused, Helion now seemed...somewhat nonchalant.
That should have been reassuring, but the tension in your muscles didn't want to relax.
âThis is y/n,â Helion finally spoke, addressing the people who had barged into his court.Â
At the revelation of a name, the inner circle cast their attention solely on you.Â
âThese are my friends y/n, Iâve told you about them already. We had anticipated your arrival at some point,â he continued giving a knowing look to Rhys.
Your eyes scanned the expressions of the five people in front of you.Â
Rhys, Amren, Nesta, Elain and of course Azriel. Not the whole inner circle, no there were members missing. But Helion had done such a great job at explaining them to you, that it really wasnât difficult to figure out who was who.
âItâs l-lovely to meet you all,â you managed out, voice falling softer than you had hoped. Your own eyes gently moving across them all before flitting to the shadowy presence that remained stood behind the Night Courts High Lord.Â
Azriel.
Spymaster and Shadowsinger of the Night Court.
You couldnât seem to stop yourself from looking, among all the noise he sung the sweetest. His energy, amongst those swirling smoke coloured tendrils was the most beautiful display you had ever seen. Not the most powerful by any means, Rhysand and Helionâs outshone his aura in many ways but his was the most enticingâ at least to you.
Composure wasnât something Azriel usually lacked, but after hearing the softness of your voice fill the warm evening air he had to collect himself entirely.
From the moment heâd set his eyes on you, he couldnât ignore the feeling in the depths of his chest. Maybe if you hadnât been the cause of it, heâd have assumed there was something wrong with his heart.Â
Azriel noticed the way your fingers nervously picked at your skirt, fists tight with the material as you sat up straight beside Helion. As if your posture would bring a confidence you were clearly lacking.Â
He could sense it, your unease, nervousness. Picked up on it before even his shadows could whisper it to him.
Nervous, nervous, nervous.
He blinked them away. He already knew.Â
Pretty.Â
Another whispered. He already knew that too.
Pretty was putting it plainly though. You were breathtaking.Â
Azriel wanted to reassure you. Comfort the anxiety he could tell you were drowning in. It was such a strange sensation, to feel this connection so deeply with someone heâd never met before, that Azriel couldnât help but question why.
Azriel allowed himself to consider that perhaps something heâd been dreaming of for so long was finally his.Â
That feeling, the ache in his chest you causedâ was almost painfully lovely. He swore this was exactly how his brothers had described it to him.
Azriel found himself allowing the smallest curve spread to the edge of his lips, a gentle, secret smile. Just for you.
A smile that softened your own forced expression to something more relaxed and genuine.Â
For a moment it felt as though it was just you two. The noise and vibrations of everyone else seemed to fade. An embrace of cobalt and hazel filling you with a warmth that felt so familiar.
âBut Elain is correct. Y/n is cauldron-born.â Helionâs voice broke the trance you both seemed to be in.
Your nervousness from before simmering hotter.
âIt cannot be,â Amren declared, disbelief tinging her tone as her gaze pierced into you.
âYou think I lie?â Helion challenged.Â
âHow do you know for sure?â Rhys pressed back, an uncertainty in his tone.
âBecause I know you all feel it too,â Helionâs voice was deep, a gleam in his eye as he turned to you proudly.
âShe is the Motherâs daughter.âÂ
A statement. Even more bold than Elainâs settled a silence across the courtyard. This time it wasnât stifling, their energy shifting to something of awe, admiration and then devotion.
In one quick movement a figure dropped to their knees. Head pressing to the cool stone ground.
Amren had bowed before your feet.Â
And Amren bowed to no one.
a/n: Okay I know this a whole lot more of elusive-ness and I'm sorry, I just thought sharing this little bit more is better than nothing at all. I wanted to flesh this first out properly so here's the full part one! I've been so swamped with work and inspiration struck this evening so I quickly wrote this in my notes. I promise I will eventually finish it, even if it's just little updates here and there. I'm hoping maybe 2 more parts, so it'll be a nice little mini-series!
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Til The Sun Turns Black
SYNOPSIS: Your soul is bound to his and you're destined to follow him across the multiverse. When the TVA finds you and sends you to the Void, you feel your chance of finding him has slipped through your fingers. But what you find there is more than you bargained for.
PAIRING: Worst!Wolverine x fem!reader
WC:Â 13.1 k I apologize for nothing
WARNINGS: smut 18+, mdni, mentions of drinking, angst, peril, some fluff, implied age gap (I guess?), mental trauma, miscommunication, Wade being Wade, dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving), fingering, cowgirl, missionary, cock warming, sex with feelings, unprotected p in v
A/N: Thank you so much for all the love on Soft Edges! I was not expecting that kind of response when I posted that story, so thank you <3. I had the idea for this story in my head since after I first saw the movie. I had no idea my one random runaway thought would turn into this. Also, this story would not have been finished if it weren't for @joelsgoldrush. She let me tease her for WEEKS with this and act as the ultimate sounding board. And she's overall just a delightful human being and I'm so glad I've found her.
The TVA agent sits staring at you, an odd and uncomfortable smile on his face. Like he isnât quite sure he knows how to smile but had seen it once on TV. You also donât think heâs blinked in the past several minutes. It makes your eyes water just thinking about it.Â
âI donât understand why Iâm here.â
âAh, yes, wellââ the agent clears his throat and smoothes a hand down his chest. âYouâre a threat to the multiverse.â
You squint your eyes at him and wonder if youâre lucid dreaming. Or trapped in some bizarre fever dream, but you canât remember being sick. âTheâŠmultiverse? As in, more than one universe?â
He nods once. âPrecisely.â
Itâs your turn to stare as absolutely none of this is making sense. The morning had started off normalâwake up, shower, coffee at your favorite local corner store. You had barely finished your latte when you were apprehended and taken to this bland room by a man who must own insane stock in eyedrops.Â
âYou see, weâve been watching you for quite some time,â he continues, oblivious of your growing confusion. âA handful of reincarnations, actually. And we believe weâve finally pinned it down.â
His words sound insane.Â
You were a low level mutant at best. Youâve been able to deeply sense and influence emotions in others since you were sixâa standard empath if there ever was one. But reincarnation?
âReincarnations? Iâm sorry butââ
You feel it coming then, that all too familiar prickle of deja vu creeping up your spine and setting deep in your brain. The room begins to soften, the corners blurring and you feel disjointed, separate from the you sitting in the chair.
âAh, see. Weâve pinned it down.â
The world tilts on its axis and your mind explodes into brilliance, the memories of hundreds of alternate versions of yourself firing down your synapses, leaving you as raw and exposed as a fresh wound. The pain is all consuming as you gasp for air and desperately try to quell the throbbing in your skull.Â
Your hands grip the edge of the table, desperate to clutch at something solid to root you in reality as the kaleidoscope of memories swirl before your eyes, colliding and merging with one another. All the timelines converging down to a single point of existence within your mind. It doesnât matter how many times youâve experienced this process, the return of your memoriesâthe return of your consciousnessâwas always accompanied by a torturous sensory overload.Â
âYou see? You have extensive knowledge of the multiverse. And that kind of knowledge is coveted and dangerous.â
Your vision blurs as the memories keep slamming into you and you canât help the primal scream that rips from your lungs, the pain in your throat a welcome distraction from the torture in your head. And then, amid the chaos, a single figure emerges in crisp focus, a face youâve seen thousands of times.
âLogan.â His name comes out in a whisper, your voice trembling.
You know heâs not actually in front of you and instead a mirage, a figment of your overloaded neurons, but his presence calms you.Â
âYes, Logan. You two are quite fond of each other.â The agent stands and you squint up at him, wanting to be anywhere else as you regain your memories. âBut never mind him. We canât have you traipsing around with all that knowledge in your head.â
âNo, no, no, please. Please just let me find him,â you beg, hating the desperation laced in your voice.Â
The last thing you see before being sent out of existence is his creepy, uncanny smile.Â
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The Void was bullshit.Â
It had been a month since you were unceremoniously dumped here.Â
Maybe.Â
You werenât really sure. Â
Time had no meaning, each day seeming to stretch on for eons and simultaneously in the blink of an eye. And for every single one of those moments youâd been focused on one of two things: finding a way out and not dying.Â
You quickly learned you had a better chance at survival if you stuck to the outskirts and avoided others. So you squirreled yourself away, sheltering in an abandoned cabin and hoping beyond hope you could figure out a way out of the desolate cesspool you found yourself in.Â
Figure out a way back to him.Â
Back home.Â
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You donât venture out unless you have to.Â
The Void is full of phantom emotions left behind by its previous inhabitants and the cacophony overwhelms you. Rage, terror and despair so thickly envelope every surface you feel like youâre choking. Itâs beginning to wear so harshly on your nerves you wonder if you might actually go insane here.
There was a tension growing in the Void. Youâd heard whispers of unrest within the factions, Cassandra hungry for something to sink her teeth into. The undercurrent of rage has increased in the last couple of days and itâs enough to set your teeth on edge.
Stuffing a backpack with a few essentials in case you get stranded, you ready yourself for a supply run. The thought of leaving the perceived safety of your cabin has little appeal, but youâve been putting it off for far too long. There was a small cache only a few miles from your cabin that other survivors kept stocked with extra provincials. You were hoping for something good, anything other can canned food or cereal. Or Spam.Â
Tightening the straps on your backpack, you take one last glance around before stepping out into the forest. Itâs eerily quiet, no birds or animals chattering to fill the silence, just the crunch of your shoes against fallen leaves. The Void has always felt oppressive to you, the air just a little too heavy, but thereâs something lingering today that makes you feel on edge. Your skin prickles with anticipation and you pat your belt for the knife youâve stashed there.Â
Just in case.Â
Youâre half a mile away from the cache when you feel itâthe inky slick of anger. It catches on the air and wafts towards you in waves. You slow your steps as you approach the road and come to a halt when the battered van comes into view.Â
Your breath hitches in your throat.Â
Youâd recognize those claw marks anywhere.Â
Your heart races as your eyes trace the deep, jagged cuts gouged into the metal and the large swathes of blood coating the ground and what you can see of the interior of the van. Instinctively your hand tightens around the hilt of your knife and you crouch down low behind a fallen log. You scan the area for any signs of movement and find none, but you know Logan is stealthier than you and wouldnât give up his location willingly.Â
The van door creaks open on its battered hinges and you inhale sharply as Logan stumbles out of the vehicle covered in dried blood and sweat and more knife wounds and bullet holes than you can count.Â
The sight of him ignites a spark of longing that blooms in your chest and makes you physically ache. You can feel him. Your lips remember the hungered warmth of his mouth against yours, the way heâd nip at your bottom lip so youâd open up for him. Your skin remembers the calloused rasp of his hands and not just the greedy grabs when he needed to claim you, but the light brushes of his fingertips against your palm as he held your hand, just to remind himself that you were real. Your nose remembers his scent, woodsy and clean, like the earth after rain.Â
Shaking your head, you push down the memories and peer back over the log. A slight breeze wafts through the air and you watch as he sniffs, his head turning in your direction.Â
âFuck,â you curse lowly, trying to crouch further out of eyesight.Â
You hear the metallic snikt of his claws and your pulse quickens. Thereâs no point in hidingâhe knows youâre there. You take a slow, steady breath before attempting to focus waves of calm in his direction, hoping to ease some of the anger wound around him.Â
His eyes lock onto yours, sharp and predatory and he shakes his head, trying to keep you out. âWho the fuckâre you?âÂ
You draw back your power and raise your hands in surrender as you slowly rise to your feet. You toss out your name and silently hope for a spark of recognition. But he doesnât know you. Not yet.Â
âItâs not safe out here alone,â you start, moving out of your hiding place. You walk towards him, his eyes following your every move. âThereâs a cache just up aheadââÂ
The atmosphere shifts without warning, the anger youâd felt previously now melting into thick, cloying fear and desperation. You can taste the ozone and the hairs at the back of your neck stand on end as electricity sizzles across the sky. Glancing up, you see the dark, swirling mass of Alioth just beginning to form.Â
You look at Logan, panic racing along your nerves. âI promise Iâll explain everything to you later, but I know you, Logan, and right now I need you to trust me.âÂ
Aliothâs presence is getting stronger and drawing closer, and every drop of tension and rage swirling within is beginning to weigh down on you, threatening to suffocate you.Â
Loganâs eyes narrow, but thereâs a slight twitch in his jaw and you know heâs considering your words. His claws retract, but his muscles remain tense, coiled and ready to attack. You grab for his arm, feeling the warmth of his skin and the hard muscle beneath your fingers. âWe have to go. Now.â
For a moment, you think he might resist. But then with a low curse, he follows you, his stride matching yours as you lead him towards the cache. The trees blur by, the wind picking up and beginning to toss leaves and loose branches into the air.Â
Youâre operating on pure adrenaline and your heart pounds in your chest as you run, Alioth gaining speed and distance faster than either of you can move. Each gasp of air burns your lungs and your muscles ache with the effort of your sprint.Â
Still a quarter of a mile away from the cache, you know you wonât be able to outrun Alioth. The storm has consumed the sky, the sun diminished to twilight, as the thunder and groans loom ever closer. You turn towards Logan and yell, âItâs too close, weâre not gonna make it!â
Loganâs eyes flash with anger as you stop and turn towards the oncoming destruction. He grabs for your wrist, pulling you almost nose to nose. âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â he growls, chest heaving with the effort to breathe. âWe canât stop!â
His proximity briefly disarms you, his fierce gaze igniting something deep within you, but you donât have time to dwell on those emotions. You take a deep breath in an attempt to steady your nerves. âIâm gonna try and calm it down.â
âWhat are you going to do, think happy thoughts at it?â he asks, his tone biting and sarcastic.Â
You know every cell in his body is begging to fight, aching to release his claws and tear Alioth apart with his bare hands. But this isnât something brute strength can subdue.Â
âJust trust me,â you plead, your eyes searching his for some indication that he believes you. âPlease.â
His stare is hard, but eventually his eyes soften and he loosens his grip on your wrist. âFine.â
Tearing your gaze from him, you turn back towards the storm, now a full blown maelstrom of anger and destruction hellbent on consuming you both whole. You exhale slowly, pushing your own emotions of fear and panic as far down as you can. Instead, you turn inward and concentrate on every feeling of peace, calm and stillness youâve ever experienced and project it outwards. Waves of soothing energy pour from you, an almost ghostly aura emanating from you as your power continues to grow. Alioth continues to surge towards you, the wind now flattening trees to the ground and lifting debris high into the air.Â
The fight is excruciating, every cell in your body shaking with effort as you continue to project outwards, the sphere of your influence growing. When the two opposing masses collide, youâre almost knocked off your feet by the force. Youâre vaguely aware of Logan beside you, claws unsheathing as he steps closer into your protective shield.Â
For a brief moment, you feel the power of the storm ebb before it seems to press into you harder. Your knees begin to buckle and your stance slips. âIâŠI donât know if I can hold it!â you gasp.Â
Logan doesnât run but instead moves closer, giving you one solitary nod. You can feel Loganâs eyes on you, feel the doubt swirling behind them and yet he stays besides you, ready to fight.Â
His silent encouragement is enough.Â
You are not dying in the fucking Void.Â
Gritting your teeth, you continue to push. A guttural scream rips from your throat as black spots dot your vision and blood drips from your nose. You dig down, channeling every last drop of your energy into a final wave, extending yourself deep within the core of the storm.Â
The black of the storm begins to retreat and the wind begins to calm. As the first few beams of sunlight filter in through the treetops, your vision fades completely and the world goes black.Â
The last thing you feel is a pair of strong arms wrapping around you before your mind goes blissfully blank and unconsciousness claims you.Â
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You wake up in the cache.Â
Dust motes dance in the sunlight streaming in through the broken windows. The light is soft, definitely not the early morning glow from before you left the comfort of your cabin and you wonder how long you were out. With a groan, you try to sit up. Your body is stiff, every muscle in your body aching with the effort you took to banish Alioth. Wincing, you swing your legs out of the makeshift bed, the effort taking your breath away and you can feel the sickly creep of nausea climb up your throat.Â
A low voice cuts through the haze. âTake it easy.â
Logan.Â
You blink, trying to adjust your eyes to the light and find him sitting on the floor, one leg pulled up to his chest as a bottle of whiskey hangs between his fingers. He takes a long pull and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.Â
âHow long was I out?â you ask, your voice hoarse.Â
Logan doesnât answer immediately. He reaches over at a box beside him and then rolls a water bottle towards your feet before he finally mutters, âA day.âÂ
You accept the bottle with a nod of thanks. Taking a slow sip, you close your eyes as the liquid soothes your throat even as your body protests the movement. Youâve never used your powers to that degree before. Fuck, you didnât even know you could. A perverse sense of pride licks at the edge of your exhaustion.Â
Lowering the bottle, you breathe deeply in an attempt to settle the nausea rolling in the pit of your stomach. You glance at Logan and find him watching you, his eyes sharp, calculating.Â
âYou owe me some answers. You said you knew me.â
You meet his gaze, the weight of his words pressing down on you. After hundreds of encounters with different Logans, it was never easy explaining to him what you were. For a long time, you didnât even have a name for it. All you knew was that your consciousness, all your memories, everything that you are moves across different universes and inevitably crosses paths with Logan. It always felt like an invisible string, guiding your soul to his.Â
âIâm a temporal nomad.â
Loganâs eyes narrow as he glares at you. âA temporal what?â His tone is laced with skepticism.Â
You take another sip of water, giving yourself time to gather your thoughts and push away the throbbing at your temples. âA temporal nomad. I donât die, not in the way you think, anyway.â
Logan doesnât move, but you see his grip tighten on the bottle in his hand, his knuckles going white. âYou tellinâ me youâre immortal?â
âNo, not immortal,â you reply, exhaling slowly. âWhen I die, my consciousness moves. I reincarnate in a different universe. Eventually I regain everythingâmy experiences, my memories, my feelings. Itâs whyââ you pause and take a deep, steadying breath. âItâs why I always find you.â
Your words hit their mark and Loganâs eyes flash with something you canât quite decipherâshock, disbelief, maybe some anger. He sits up straighter, tipping the whiskey bottle to his lips without breaking eye contact. âYou always find me?â he asks, his voice a low rumble. âWeâve met before?â
âIâve lost count of how many time, actually,â you admit softly. âBut in every reality, every universe, I find you. And weâre not just friends, Logan.â
Your words linger in the air between you and your heart pounds loudly in your chest. Logan stands suddenly, the now empty whiskey bottle clattering to the ground. He runs a hand through his hair before scrubbing it down his face, his jaw clenched as he paces within the small space. A mirthless chuckle escapes his lips. âThis smells like bullshit, sweetheart.â
Your heart aches at his use of the word sweetheart. Itâs one heâs always preferred for you, usually spoken with reverence, like a prayer falling from his lips. Except now itâs casual and cold, something with a sharp edge instead of softness.Â
âI know how crazy it sounds. Believe me, Logan, it took me several lifetimes to wrap my mind around it.â You stand, your legs wobbly with the effort and you wince against the pull in your spent muscles. âBut I know you.â
His expression hardens. âYeah? Well, I donât know you. And if you really knew me, youâd know to stay the fuck away from people like me.â Loganâs pacing grows more hurried, his hands clenching into fists.Â
âI canât,â you say softly, taking a tentative step closer towards him. âAnd I donât want to. While I might not know the Logan in front of me or the nuances that make you different from the others, I know you.â
His nostrils flare and he lets out a low growl. âStop.â
âI know the way you fight,â you continue, ignoring his warning. âI know the way you carry your pain as if no one else can possibly shoulder that weight. I knowââ
âStop!â
ââhow you push people away to protect them, but that deep down you hope someone will push back. You may carry a lot of self loathing, Logan, but even you know youâre not heartless.âÂ
Loganâs fist slams into the wall behind him, the sound reverberating in the small room. He stands there, chest heaving, his knuckles bleeding from where they made contact with the rough wooden planks. You watch as the raw skin knits itself back together, his head hanging low.Â
His jaw clenches as he wipes the blood from his hands, his breathing still ragged and posture rigid, itching for a fight. He glances over at you, his expression softer but still rough.Â
âWeâre done here,â he growls, but his voice soft, more broken than angry.Â
Logan turns without another word and all you can do is watch him leave.
+++
You spend the rest of the morning dozing in bursts of fitful sleep, your confrontation with Logan taking its emotional toll. Your eyes burn with unshed tears and for the first time in your life, you feel as if youâre destined to wander this universe alone.Â
But you canât think about it.Â
Not now.Â
Ignoring the ache in your limbs, you pack up what supplies you can and ready yourself for the walk back to your cabin. The sun is a couple of hours from setting, the world bathed in golden light, when you set out. Walking down the steps, you pause at the distant crunch of boots on the gravel. You feel your pulse thrum in your chest as the sound gets closer and then he steps into view, his eyes locking onto yours.Â
Logan.Â
The sight of him standing there fills you with a rush of conflicting emotions. Relief, angry, anxiety and youâre not sure if you trust yourself to speak first. He looks the sameâtired, disheveled, but steady and strong all the same. Neither of you moves, unspoken words hanging between you.
âI shouldnâtâve left,â he says finally.Â
For a moment you say nothing. Because itâs exactly what you want to hear from him. Except, because youâre beyond exhausted, mentally, physically and emotionally, you say, âNo, you fucking shouldnât have.âÂ
Thereâs definitely more bite in your tone than you intended, but the release of some of your pent up anger feels so good you canât bring yourself to care.Â
Loganâs eyes narrow as you move past him and keep walking. âWait, so I come back here to apologize,â he begins, following close behind you, âand now youâre gonna just walk away?â
âYou know, you never even thanked me for saving your ass,â you say, side stepping a downed log. âJust started demanding answers and then tucked tail and ran when you didnât like what I had to say.â
He grabs your wrist and you stumble into his grasp, your breath hitching in your throat as you stand almost chest to chest. âI didnât fucking ask for any of this!â
His anger bleeds into you, curling around your skin where his fingers press into your pulse point. You feel your nostrils flare and youâre itching for something to hit as you stare up at him, his jaw clenched. Your heart pounds wildly in your chest and you know you need to reign in your emotions or youâll ignite the fuse between you.Â
âYou think I did?â you ask, pulling your arm from his grasp. Your voice is calmer, but just as sharp. âYou think I want to relive the grief of mourning you over and over while also finding something new to love about you? You think I wanted to be banished to the Void all because my soul just canât die when I do?â
Loganâs expression softens and he scrubs a hand down his face, pinching the bridge of his nose. âLook. Iâve had a shitty coupla days here. And youâre saying a lot of shit I donât understand.â
He seems weary, then, and any remaining anger you harbor towards him dies in your veins. You take a deep breath in and blow it out slowly. âYou donât have to understand right now. Justâjust trust me. Please?â
You hate how your voice breaks just a little.
Logan nods then, the barest tilt of his head, but itâs enough.
He continues to follow you through the woods back towards the cabin and for a while neither of you speak. It should feel awkward, especially now, but it doesnât. Youâre so used to his brand of stubbornness and reluctance to see whatâs right in his face that this is the most at home youâve felt since you got here.Â
âSo,â you start after a few minutes of silence, âhow did you end up here?â
Logan huffs. âSome asshole in red spandex dragged me here and I said I need to help save his universe.â
âAnd can you?â
His step falters and you pause to look a him, his gaze fixed somewhere beyond the trees. âI couldnât save mine.â The weight of his words linger, heavy with a burden only he alone has been shouldering. He doesnât meet your eyes as he brushes past you and keeps walking.Â
âWanna talk about it?â you ask, catching up with him.
Logan growls. âNo.â
âAlright, maybe later then,â you reply and he simply ignores you and keeps on walking. âWhereâs this asshole friend of yours?â
âI left him tied up in the van.â
You had long passed the spot where you found Logan by the beat up van and the road was deserted. Based on the subtle smirk on his face, you figure Logan already knows that. Whatever his relationship is with the stranger, he seems somewhat happy to be rid of him and you donât push him further. Although, you canât help but wonder what happened to the van and whose hands it fell into.Â
Loganâs gait slows as the cabin comes into view through the trees. He follows behind you as you clear the space, checking for any stragglers that may have come along while you were gone. Pushing open the door, you watch as he looks around, taking in the small space.Â
âYouâve been living here?â
âI wouldnât exactly call it living, but sure,â you comment, throwing your backpack on the table as you sit down. You canât help the groan that escapes your lips as your muscles relax. âYou can stay here if you want. I didnât just let you follow me for your sparkling personality, you know.â
Logan actually laughs at that as he sits down on the small couch. His face lightens up, eyes crinkling just a bit at the corners, and for the first time since you found him, he seems unburdened. A blossom of hope grows in your chest and you grasp onto it, holding tight to the one bit of light youâve had in this month of darkness.Â
âThank you,â he says softly.Â
You know he means for more than the offer to stay and you return his smile with one of your own. âYouâre welcome.â
As the sun starts to dip below the horizon, you bring out some extra blankets and a couple of pillows and help Logan turn the couch into a makeshift bed. You turn to leave when you hear him ask, âYou really find me in every universe?â
âYes.â
âThat sounds terrible.â
You give him a small smile as you lean against the doorframe to the bedroom. âOh, itâs not all that bad. I get to fall in love with you all over again.â
+++
You wake in the middle of the night to the sound of low, panicked growls coming from across the room.
You quietly slip from the bed and tiptoe towards the couch. Logan writhes beneath the sheets, pain etched across his face as he wrestles the demons in his sleeping mind. Taking a deep breath, you center yourself and focus every fiber of your power in his direction, hoping the waves of calm can break through whatever battle heâs fighting deep in the recesses of his mind.
Logan growls deep in his throat, the sound guttural and raw, his claws unsheathing and tearing at the sheets beneath him in agitation. A fine sheen of sweat beads along his brow and pieces of hair are plastered against his damp forehead.
âLogan,â you say softly, trying to break through the fog of his nightmare. âYouâre safe, Logan.â
Your powers are waning, the stress of fighting off Alioth having left you depleted. You push down the ache, the tug in your brain demanding that you draw back, and instead kneel down in front of him, trailing your fingers across his palm and over the pulse point in his wrist. He jerks at your touch, his claws coming close to your skin, but the contact is enough and you feel his pulse slow beneath your fingertips.
You continue to speak in hushed tones, your voice barely above a whisper. âThere you go, Logan. Iâm right here. Iâve got you.â
Loganâs breathing is ragged, his eyes squeezed shut. You can feel the tension in his body, his muscles rigid with the need for release. You keep your fingers against his wrist, your touch steady and calming, as you bring up your other hand to smooth the lines along his brow.
âThere you go,â you continue to murmur, âFocus on my voice. Focus on my calm.â
Gradually, his growls subside and his breathing begins to even out as the nightmare loses its grip over him. His muscles lose their tension and relax and the frantic movements of his limbs subsides. With one final deep breath, he stills, his claws retracting and he settles back into a peaceful sleep.
You sit and watch him for a minute, taking in all of his features and simply admiring him for the first time since your last life with him. This Logan is differentâthey all are in their own wayâbut this one a little more than the others. He seems wearier, more worn down, his usual scowl lines etched deep. Thereâs an exhaustion in his eyes, too, you havenât seen before and you wonder if this Logan actually ever rests.Â
As you stand, you feel his fingers circle loosely around your wrist and give a small tug. You look down to where heâs touching you, his skin hot against yours, and you glance up to find him staring at you through half lidded eyes.Â
âStay.â It comes out in a low whisper and as you open your mouth to protest, he adds, âPlease.â
You could never deny him in any universe.
The couch is barely wider than he is, yet he shifts to make a sliver of space for you to slot yourself into. It should be awkward, the way you press yourself between the couch and the solid warmth of his frame, but itâs not. You hitch your leg over his hip, forcing your legs to tangle, as you rest your head against his chest. His heartbeat is strong and comforting beneath your ear and you find yourself quickly relaxing into his touch.
As you fall asleep, you feel his arm curl around you, tucking protectively against your ribs.
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When morning breaks, youâre alone. The warmth of his body is gone and you find yourself shivering. Pushing to sit, you wrap a blanket around yourself before standing up.Â
The cabin is empty.
You try and ignore the sliver of panic that threatens to slip its way down your spine.Â
Opening the front door, you pause when you find him sitting on the dilapidated porch, staring absently out at the trees. He glances up at you and watches as you sit down beside him. You hug the blanket closer around your shoulders and sit with him in silence.
You donât mention last night.
âSo,â you start, âwhatâs the plan?â
Logan raises his eyebrow. âYou planning on stickinâ with me?â
âIf you let me,â you reply with a smile.
You listen as Logan explains the events of the past couple of days, including Wadeâs abduction of him from his own universe and how they both became to be bloodied and battered in the van. Your ears perk up when he mentions Paradox and returning to Wadeâs universe.Â
âYou think he can actually get back?â you ask, willing yourself to not hold onto too much hope.Â
Logan huffs. âProbably not.âÂ
âAnd yet youâre out here trying to think of a way to find him,â you say. âWhy?â
A frown tugs at Loganâs mouth and he looks down at his hands. Eventually, he reaches into the pocket of his suit and pulls out a crumpled Polaroid. He tilts it towards you and you look down at the group or smiling people. âHeâs got something to go home to,â he says, thumbing the edge of the photo. âI got nothinâ.â
Thereâs something soft in his gaze as he looks down at the photo, some lingering hope heâs too afraid to put words to.Â
âIâm sure you have something, Logan,â you say quietly.Â
His expression hardens then, jaw tightening, as he slips the photo back in his pocket. âHad. Past tense.â Logan stands then and looks down at you. âGet ready. Weâre leaving in five.âÂ
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You get ready quickly, changing your clothes and splashing water on your face before making sure your pack was sufficiently stocked. You were hoping you wouldnât be needing it for much longer, but you didnât want to express that thought out loud. Despite Logan wishing to go back to find Wade, you knew he wasnât convinced this would end well.
Loganâs already started down the path as you jog down the cabin steps, swinging your pack up onto your shoulders. Catching up with him, you hand him the Pop-Tart you pulled out earlier. âBreakfast? Theyâre unfrosted, because this is the Void, but itâs something.â
He looks down at you, a strange expression on his face, but he accepts your offer. âThanks,â he says, taking a bite.
âSo, where exactly were you headed when you both decided to maul each other silly?â you ask, keeping pace with him as you walk through the woods.
âJohnny had mentioned a resistance out in the Borderlands,â Logan answers, swallowing the bite of Pop-Tart. âFigured we might find some people who could help us get control over Cassandra.âÂ
You nod. âYouâre not far from the Borderlands. Maybe four or so miles from he cache. I havenât ventured out that far, but Iâve heard thereâs a few outposts where others have hunkered down.â
âThen thatâs where we go.â
You walk in comfortable silence, leaving Logan to his thoughts as you travel further away from safety and into the unknown. You stop at the cache briefly, pausing only snag a few water bottles before moving on.Â
A couple of miles past the cache, Logan suddenly stops, sniffing the air. His posture goes rigid, on alert as he slowly moves forward, beckoning you to follow him. A few yards away, the beat up van comes into view, parked alongside a lodging that looks as if it was built into the very earth itself.Â
Loganâs arm darts out, stopping you. âStay close,â he commands quietly, stepping cautiously closer towards the structure.
You follow behind him, every sense on alert as you step inside. The place is quiet, but then you hear itâthe soft rustle of snoring. And then Loganâs soft, âAh, fuck me.â
Peering over his shoulder, you find a sleeping Wade spread eagle on the bed. Logan side steps the bed, ignoring the sleeping man, and begins rummaging through the place. Finding a bottle of whiskey, he groans in delight, twisting the cap off and taking a long pull.Â
âReally Logan?â
He quirks an eyebrow at you, wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. âWhat else would you like me to be doing?â he asks, biting.Â
âYou came all this way to find him and now youâre gonna just drink?â you ask in disbelief. It gnaws at you, his indifference. You can feel little frissons of indignation licking at your skin and you have to tamp down your emotions before they bleed into him.Â
Logan shrugs. âHeâs asleep. I ainât dragginâ him anywhere.â
You cross your arms, glaring at Logan in frustration. âI didnât follow you here to watch you stand around and get drunk. Wake him up.â
He gives you a sidelong glance, his brow furrowing. You donât relent, your stare pointed as he takes another long pull from the bottle. Muttering to himself, Logan makes his way over to the bed and gives it one swift, forceful kick.Â
Wade jolts awake with a loud, exaggerated snort. He looks between you and Logan, his eyes finally settling on you. âWhoâre you?â he asks, looking around as if expecting an answer. âWhen did the script get rewritten?â
You look at him quizzically, your eyebrow raised. âWho are you talking to?â
Wade huffs. âThe audience,â he says, gesturing towards the wall.
âDoes he do this often?â you ask Logan in a whisper.
âHasnât stopped since he fucking dragged me here,â Logan replies.Â
Your attention is diverted as Wade suddenly rolls from he bed, crossing the room and two large strides. He unsheathes one of his katanas, pressing himself against the wall and then heâs pinned on the ground as a woman pulls a blade of her own. After a moment, she lets Wade up and two more people follow into the room behind her.Â
Logan eyes each one with suspicion as introductions are made and you can feel the tension growing within him as he continues to drink.
You jump as Gambit uses one of his playing cards to burst the bottle of whiskey in Loganâs hands. Logan ignores your pleading look and Wadeâs admonishment as he grabs another bottle with a soft, âBoo boo boo.â
When Laura enters, you feel Loganâs interest pique, something heavy weighing on him. They both look towards one another, taking each other in and you donât miss the recognition in Lauraâs eyes.
âDo you know her?â you ask Logan, sliding closer to him.
Logan shakes his head. âNo. But Wadeâs Logan does.â He takes another long drink from the bottle, eyes still trained on her.
Wade continues to talk with the group, recapping their time in the Void and how they managed to escape Cassandraâs lair. Logan punctuates the conversation with vitriolic quips of his own, drinking more as Wade tries to get the group to form a team.
You try to send your power Loganâs way, trying to bleed into him some calm, but he shakes his shoulders and brushes you off. âDonât fucking bother, sweetheart.â
âI can help you, Logan.â
âYeah, well, I didnât ask for it.â
As Wade rallies the group into a cohesive unit, gaining their support in taking down Cassandra, Logan huffs a bitter laugh. âYouâre all fucking dead.â
âOh, my god, read the room,â Wade chides.Â
+++
Logan storms off, one bottle of whiskey fisted in each hand. You want to follow after him, but Wade stops you. âLet him go, cupcake. Peanutâs in a fragile state and youâre too pretty to become mincemeat.â
You shoot a glare at him and brush his hand away from your shoulder. âNo, he only seems to sink his claws into you,â you bite back, but the anger leeches from your voice.Â
âSpicy,â Wade comments, âI like you. The script editor worked overtime on you, I can tell.â
âYeah, well the juryâs still out over here,â you say, but you canât help the twitch of a smile tugging at your lips.Â
You glance over at the door and feel Wade sidle up beside you. âSeriously, cupcake. Chasing after him is like trying to catch a raccoon with rabies. Might be fun, but itâs not worth the bite.â
âOh yeah?â you ask, peering over at him, âAnd how long have you known him?â
Wade pretends to look down at his wrist and taps a non-existent watch. âFour days, six hours and thirty-two minutes,â he says with a smirk, âbut I donât really like to put a timestamp on friendship."
With a groan, you plop down on the bed and rub at your temples. âIs everything a joke with you?â
âMostly,â he chirps with a grin. He leans back against the wall and crosses his arms as he watches you. âBut I have been known to press pause occasionally.â Wade regards you for a moment, a slight tilt to his head. âHoney badger does it for you, huh?â
Sighing, you lay back on the bed and stare up at the ceiling. âI have followed Logan through millennia, Wade. I canât remember a time anymore where I havenât loved him.â
âHis mutant dick that good, huh?â
You half laugh, half snort and shoot him a pointed look. âNot everything is about sex, Wade.â
âAgree to disagree,â he says with a shrug. âWeâve all got emotional baggage, mine is definitely over the free to fly limit, but that guy? Literal mountains. Centuries worth, even.â
âExactly,â you say, sitting up. âIâve helped him carry more than you can imagine. Logan may push people away, but that doesnât mean he doesnât need someone to stay.â
Wade cocks his head, considering your words and his expression softens. âYou know running after him isnât going to fix him.â
âIâm not trying to fix him,â you reply. âHe just needs to know someone is there for him.âÂ
âWell, itâs your funeral, cupcake,â he says with a sigh. âI promise Iâll give a really moving eulogy. But, I do think if anyone is gonna convince tall, dark and brooding out there to join us, itâs you.â
You give him a soft smile as you stand. âThanks, Wade.â
âAnd just so you know,â he calls after you, âIâm open and willing to being your mutant dick rebound.â
You roll your eyes and walk out the door.
+++
You step outside and see Logan sitting by himself in front of a fire not too far from the lodging. Walking quietly, you stop when you see Laura approach him and sit along side him. Youâre close enough that you can hear their wordsâhear Logan tell her about the suit, about how he found the X-Men, his friends, dead.Â
The anger, the loathing, this Logan carries comes into focus and you canât help but wonder how long heâs lived with this weight upon his shoulders. Suffering alone with only the bottom of a bottle to quiet the thoughts that scream in his mind.
As Laura eventually leaves, she catches your eye and gives you a small nod.
You feel a strange kinship with her. She too has memories of a Logan who no longer exists and who is radically different from the one she has now. You wonder what sheâs thinking and have half a mind to follow after her when you hear Logan call out, âI know youâre there.â
You turn back towards where he remains sitting in front of the fire, the whiskey bottle now more than half gone. Closing the gap between you, you sit down alongside him and watch as he continues to stare down into the fading fire.
âHow much did you hear?â he asks, taking a large swig from the bottle.Â
âEnough,â you answer simply.
Logan grunts and takes a long pull from the bottle, his lips glistening as his swallows get sloppy. âWell, now you know. Iâm the worst Logan,â he almost spits, his tone dark and bitter. âYou drew the short straw with me, sweetheart.â
âYou know I donât think that,â you say softly.Â
Logan doesnât respond and instead finishes the rest of the whiskey, tossing the bottle somewhere behind him. Scrubbing a hand down his face, he looks over at you. âYou actually gonna join them tomorrow?â
âAre you?â
âItâs a fucking suicide mission,â he answers. âYou want to walk up to your death, be my guest.â
âIf youâre so convinced this is a suicide mission, why donât you want to go?â you counter, his ire beginning to bleed into the space between you and creep uncomfortably along your skin. âYou afraid you might come face to face with actual death and realize thatâs not really what you want?âÂ
Loganâs gaze flicks up to your face, his eyes dark, dangerous. âYouâre fucking pushinâ it.â
âGood! Someone fucking should be!â you exclaim, standing from the fallen log. Maybe Wade was rightâmaybe this was futile. In every universe Logan could be a stubborn ass, but this one was particularly obstinate. âDo you really believe youâre so unredeemable, Logan? That youâre just a vile mutant who doesnât deserve sympathy after his friends were brutally murdered?â
You can feel his rage boiling just under the surface of the thin veneer of calm. His eyes pierce into you, pinning you in place as he stands to his full height, his fists clenched tightly.Â
âYou donât know shit about me, sweetheart,â he growls.Â
Anger simmers in your veins, threatening to burn you from the inside out. âOh fuck you, Logan.â
He takes a step closer, his eyes narrowing as his lips curl into a cruel smile. âYeah, youâd like that wouldnât you? Me sinking into your cunt while you picture whatever version of me you think I am.â His voice is a low rumble, adding to the tension threatening to suffocate you.Â
Your breath catches in your throat at his words, and it isnât desire that courses through you, but rage. Your skin prickles and his vitriol ignites something deep within you, something hotter and brighter than youâve ever felt before.Â
âAfter all this time and everything Iâve told you, you honestly believe thatâs all I want from you? Youâre a fucking pathetic asshole,â you snap, your voice sharp and laced with venom.Â
Loganâs expression darkens, the smirk slipping from his face as his jaw clenches. âYou got some balls sayinâ that shit to me,â he spits.Â
A small part of you is terrified of him, afraid that he might actually snap. Might actually unsheathe his claws and send you onto your next life without ever having truly lived this one. But you know him, you know him. His pain and rage isnât towards you, but himself.Â
You risk a step closer to him, narrowing the space between you and you can feel the heat radiating off of him, mingling with your own fury. âYeah, well at least one of us has a pair.â
Logan doesnât have time to react before you channel your powers towards him, unleashing an explosive burst of energy that sends him staggering back. And then you smother him, smother him in thousands of years of memories, thousands of years of every single feeling you had ever felt for him in every universe youâve known him.Â
The weight of your emotional onslaught brings him to his knees, but you keep pushing, switching from your feelings for him to his feelings for you. All the affection, all the love, all the comfort the two of you shared in every version of your coupling across space and time floods his mind.Â
You watch as his expression melts from anger into one of overwhelming vulnerability and pain. His hands, still clenched into fists, tremble beneath the weight of your power surging through him. He looks up at you then, his eyes pleading and your resolve breaks. Tears burn in your eyes and trail down your cheeks, wetting your lips as a scream rips from your lungs. Â
Your hold on Logan dissipates as you reign your emotions back under control. You stagger on your feet as your power diminishes, your chest heaving with ragged breaths and broken sobs. You canât look at him, not yet. If you do, you might actually break. So you do something that you never thought you would doâyou leave.
+++
Night in the Void is cool, almost bordering on uncomfortable like everything else in this godforsaken place, but for once it doesnât bother you. You gaze up at the sky, the haze of distant stars and planets blurring together the more you try and focus on just one.Â
Youâve always loved looking at the stars. There was a comfort in knowing you could look up at the sky and see the same constellations in every universe, that there was always one constant among all the variables.Â
You donât know how long youâve been sitting before you hear the crunch of his boots on the earth, dried leaves and twigs snapping under his heel. Logan joins you on the ground, sitting with a heavy sigh. The maelstrom of emotions swirling within him bleeds into the space between you and you can feel it, thick and heavy and suffocating.Â
You risk a glance at him and he looksâŠdefeated. His eyes are red-rimmed and raw and you see something in those hazel eyes you rarely seeâfear. Not fear at you, although your guilt would rather have you believe that, but fear of himself, fear of feeling what youâve shown him. Loganâs breath is slow, controlled, but you can hear the slight tremor in it.Â
âI promised myself I would never use my powers on youâ you start, your voice barely above a whisper. âI know what it feels like to experience that onslaught. It feels like drowning.â Your voice cracks and you fight to keep the guilt burning in your chest from consuming you whole. âAnd that was just a fraction of what weâve felt across lifetimes, Logan.âÂ
Logan stays silent but gazes at your face, eyes flicking across your features, drinking you in. The scrutiny makes you shiver. Before you isnât The Wolverine, the X-Man people in his universe loathe, but a man left raw and vulnerable.Â
âYou shouldnât have done that,â he says slowly, his voice rough as the words are pulled from him. âYou shouldnât have shown me that.â
You flinch, the weight of his words are a punch to your gut. âI know,â you whisper, wiping tears from your eyes. âI know and Iâm sorry, Iââ
Logan cuts you off with a shake of his head, his eyes now locked onto yours. âI already knew, sweetheart,âhe murmurs, his voice low. âYou feel likeâyou feel like home.âÂ
Your heart stutters in your chest and for a moment you canât breathe. The words hang between you, heavy and raw, the sound of them something youâve been craving to hear.Â
âI am your home,â you reply softly.Â
Logan shifts beside you, closing the space between you as he slips his hand behind your neck and pulls you in. His mouth crashes to yours, his kiss urgent, rough and desperate.Â
You reach for him, gripping his shoulders as you kiss him back, the Void slipping away. Thereâs only the heat of his mouth, the rough scrape of his beard against your skin, the way his other hand tugs at your waist in an attempt to pull you closer.Â
Itâs messy and intense and you donât want it to end. Logan kisses you like a man starved, like youâre his last breath of air.Â
A whimper falls from your lips as he finally breaks the kiss, resting his forehead against yours. Youâre both breathless, his nose softly nudging yours.Â
âPlease come with us tomorrow,â you whisper against his skin. âLet me take you home.â
He nods once and thatâs all you need.Â
+++
The morning comes quicker than anyone would like.Â
Nervous energy bleeds through the group, everyone knowing theyâre on the precipice of life or death, that this may be the last day they ever inhale air into their lungs or feel the warmth of the sun on their skin.
Loganâs quiet, already tucking into Gambitâs liquor, as you sit down beside him. He looks down at you briefly, taking a long long pull before offering you the bottle. You take it from him and take a swig of your own, the amber liquid burning a path down your throat.Â
âWhat are you thinking?â you ask, handing him back the bottle.
He stares down at his feet, swirling the liquid around in the glass. âI honestly donât even fuckinâ know.â
You reach for his hand and give him a comforting squeeze. He stares down at you for a moment and then drags his gaze up to your face. âWhatever happens Logan, Iâll be right there with you.â
Final preparations complete, everyone piles into the van, you tucking alongside Logan in the hatchback. The ride is mostly quiet, punctuated only with the few occasional quips by Wade just to ease the tension. You brace yourself, gripping Loganâs calf as Blade sends a rocket launcher through Cassandraâs front gate and Elektra floors it through the explosion.Â
The others leave the van first, forming a line of defense. You look up at Logan and lean forward to press the faintest of kisses against his lips. His fingers curl around your neck and pull you closer, deepening it just enough to taste your mouth.Â
âLetâs go,â he murmurs, pulling back. âStay by me.â
You swallow hard, loathe to let him go, wanting to stay in the perceived safety of the van, but you simply nod and follow him to join the others.
Fighting erupts all around you and you stick as close to Loganâs back as you can. Itâs a symphony of chaosârage, fear and determination all swirling heavily in the air. You feel your power thrum underneath your fingertips as you channel those emotions back towards whoever Logan is fighting, hoping to disarm themâeven if temporarilyâwith their own vitriol in an attempt to give him an advantage.Â
The air burns in your lungs as you move through the fight, your mind spinning as you gain distance towards Cassandraâs lair. You can see the others move around youâElektra and Blade slicing down enemies with their blades; Gambit disarming others with his explosively charged playing cards; Laura fighting in a style all her own, yet so much like Loganâs; and Wade cutting down others like heâs having fun.
A clear path opens up to the ramp leading up to Cassandra and the others swarm behind you, allowing yourself, Wade and Logan to break free from the melee. Logan looks back at you just long enough for you to see the fear in his eyes. You try and remain stoic, even though your mind is racing with all he the ways this could go wrong, and give him a small nod of encouragement.Â
You stop short in front of Cassandra as she sits sipping tea, seemingly disinterested in the battle happening just outside her stronghold. âYou two escaping I could live with, but coming back willinglyâŠâ she trails off, âBoys are so silly.â Her eyes dart towards you. âAnd you brought a friend!â
âI just need to get home,â Wade says, his tone serious.Â
âIâm afraid thatâs not an option.â
Cassandra flicks Wade aside effortlessly and Loganâs instantly on alert, claws extended at his side. You attempt to direct your powers at her, trying to defuse the anger simmering below her surface. She rolls her neck and glances at you, intrigue in her eyes.Â
âOh, arenât you interesting,â she says, effortlessly flicking your powers aside. âI wonder what treats you have hiding in that mind of yours.â
Cassandra steps closer to you, her calculating stare flicking over your face. She lifts one hand up to you and from behind her, Logan growls and moves to attack. You watch, powerless, as she pins Logan to the ground with his own claws.Â
She tsks and looks down at him, âThatâs enough out of you.â
And then, sheâs in your mind, every nerve ending in your body on fire, ready to consume you whole.Â
Youâre standing in a library, Cassandra at your side. Shelves extend as far as the eye can see, fading into an infinite distance. You walk aimlessly along the shelves, pausing at the entrance of a room simply titled âLoganâ.Â
âOh, now this is something,â you hear Cassandra say from beside you. âThis is quite the collection you have.â
Your fingers reach out and touch the spines, the briefest flickers of memories emanating from their covers. âIâve known him for so long,â you murmur. âBeen with him through so much.â
You pause in front of one book, the urge to open it nearly overwhelming. Pulling it from the shelf, the pages flutter open and you gasp, the memories of that life flooding your brain.Â
You and Logan were married in this life. He worked a simple job, construction. There were no X-men, no missions, no danger. He kept his mutation a secret, showing only you when the memories got too rough, too unmanageable. You were his anchor. You had two kidsâgirls. And oh, how he loved them. Both of them wrapped effortlessly around his heart from before they were even born.
Tears spring to your eyes as the warmth of those memories flood through you. âI loved that life,â you whisper, putting the book back on the shelf.
âAnd who wouldnât?â Cassandra agrees, placing her hand on your shoulder. âSo effortless his love for you. So different from now.â
You glance over at her, confusion drawn on your face. False empathy tugs at Cassandraâs sympathetic smile. âAre you even sure he cares for you now? This Logan is so broken, more broken and unloveable than all these other Logans, hm?â
Shaking your head, you try to resist her efforts to batter you, to convince you your soulâs purpose is not worth it. Not worth him. âThatâs not true. Theyâre all worthy. All capable and deserving of love,â you say, your fingers trailing along another spine. âEven this one. Especially this one.â
Cassandraâs face contorts then andâŠ
Sheâs wrenched from your mind and you fall to your knees, blinking up as you see Wade holding Cassandra from behind, one hand holding Jaggernautâs helmet to her head.Â
Your mind still spins as Logan and Wade confront her, their conversation a jumble in your mind. But you donât miss her saying either they kill her, or she kills them. Finding the strength to stand, you rise and place your hand on Wadeâs arm.
âIf I stay,â you start, focusing only on Cassandra and ignoring the press of Loganâs gaze into your skin, âWill you let them go?â
Logan reaches for you and you pull your gaze from Cassandra long enough to press your palm against this chest. You meet his eyes, silently pleading with him to let you continue.Â
âWill you?â you repeat, unable to keep the pleading out of your tone.
Cassandra laughs bitterly. âYou love him that much? To sacrifice yourself to save him? That Logan, out of all of them?â
You nod, feeling the tears burn in your eyes. âI love him that much,â you reply softly.
Logan grabs your hand then, forcing you to look at him. âDonât,â he chokes out, voice thick with unspoken emotion, âDonât do this.â
You smile softly as you reach up and cup his cheek, his beard rough against your palm. You donât miss the way he briefly nuzzles into your touch, eyes fluttering shut as he sighs. âI love you, Logan. In all my lives, in this one and in the next one, too.â The first tear slips down your cheek as you look up at him. âI promise Iâll find you again, Logan. I always do.â
You press a kiss to his mouth, soft and gentle. It lingers for a moment, a desperate, bittersweet exchange as Logan tries to memorize the feel of you. His hands grip your waist, clutching almost hard enough to bruise, but you relish the pain.Â
Wade stands beside you both, uncharacteristically silent, his hands still holding Cassandra in place. His usual banter is gone, the weight of the moment not lost on him. âThis is the worst fucking idea anyone has ever had,â he mutters, but his tone is soft. âAnd Iâve had some pretty terrible ideas.â
Cassandra regards you with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. âIf I let them go, youâll stay here with me in the Void. Be my ally.â
You nod, âYes.â
Cassandraâs eyes narrow, calculating, weighing her options. Finally she sighs, âFine. But you knowâŠno one will remember this little sacrifice of yours. The next Logan wonât even know you.â
Logan growls and you squeeze his hand in gentle reassurance. âItâs okay,â you whisper, your voice finally breaking. âIâll remember enough for the both of us.â
You step away from Logan, your heart shattering with every step. Wade lets go of Cassandra and you feel the weight of your decision settle heavily against your shoulders.Â
Cassandra pulls something from her pocket, slipping it onto her fingers. Before you, a portal opens up, just outside the boundaries of the room. Outside, the raging storm that is Alioth grows near and in that moment, you realize Cassandra was playing a game of her own.
âI figure,â she says, straightening the lapels of her jacket, âthat they have approximately four seconds before theyâre through.â
Your eyes flick to Logan and you memorize every detail, every emotion written across his face. With one final nod, he tears his gaze from you and he runs towards the portal, Wade alongside him.
And then, darkness consumes all.
+++
Youâre unsure how long youâve been out. The last thing you remember was Alioth screaming towards you, giving you barely enough time to cocoon yourself from his rage.
Cassandra is gone.
Wade is gone.
And LoganâLogan is gone.
You open your eyes and find Remy standing above you. He offers you his hand and helps you to stand. âCâmon, chĂšre,â he says, nodding towards the open portal behind him, âLetâs go home.â
Youâre not sure where home is any more, not without Logan, but you donât have the strength to argue. From the moment you wound up here in the Void, youâve been looking for a way out. Now that you have one, you know you need to take it.Â
Accepting Remyâs hand, you join him through the portal.
You stumble into a familiar room and are greeted warmly by a smiling TVA agent. Sheâs unlike the first TVA agent you met, her presence comforting as she says your name. âWe heard youâve had quite the adventure.â She looks over towards Remy. âMr. LeBeau, if youâll follow this agent here.â
Remy leaves with he other agent, turning towards you with a wink. âEnjoy your man for me, yeah?â
Your heart flutters in your chest and you look towards the agent, trying to suppress the hope you feel in your chest. She smiles and rests a comforting hand on your shoulder. From her pocket she pulls out a small device, pressing a few buttons on the pad. Before you a different portal opens and she gestures towards it.
âWelcome home.â
+++
You stand in front of the apartment door and hesitate before knocking. Your nerves flutter uncomfortably in your belly even though itâs been less than two days since you last saw Logan in the Void. But youâre out nowâyou both areâand the fear nags at you that maybe this isnât what he wants. That you arenât what he wants.Â
You stuff that thought down with a shake of your head. Raising your hand, you rap against the door three times and let out a shaky breath. When he opens the door, you feel as if the air has left your lungs and you forget to breathe. Your heart aches at the sight of him.Â
Logan stops short, his face falling into one of pure disbelief and all he can do is stare at you.
âIs that my stripper?â you hear Wade call from farther into the apartment. Logan continues to stare at you as Wade pops up behind him, his face lighting up in surprise. âOh, hey cupcake! Didnât expect toââ
âGet out,â Logan growls, turning his head slightly in Wadeâs direction, his eyes never leaving yours.Â
From over Loganâs shoulder, Wade wiggles his eyebrows. âAh, looking for some afternoon delight?â he coos, slinging his arm over Loganâs shoulder and patting his chest. âThis guy has been jerkinâ it constanââ
You hear the sknit of Loganâs claws as they unsheathe into Wadeâs thighs. âAh, fuck! Fuck!â Wade curses. âYouâre supposed to be penetrating her, not me!â
âGet. Out,â Logan repeats, retracting his claws.Â
âFine.â Wade pushes past Loganâs frame, limping slightly as his wounds heal themselves. âYouâre lucky Blind Alâs already out playing Bingo. Or selling herself for blow. I donât actually know her schedule,â he comments as he walks down the hallway. âGlad youâre home, cupcake.â
Logan barely waits until Wade is out of sight before tugging at the hem of your shirt and pulling you towards him. Your gasp dies on your lips as he drags you inside, shutting the door with his foot and pushing you up against the rough wood. Then his mouth is on yours and itâs warm and wet and wonderful.Â
His hands cup your face, fingers moving to tangle in your hair and you feel him everywhere. You whine as he nips lightly at your chin before trailing his lips back up your jaw, licking into your mouth as he kisses you deep.Â
Your fingers scramble for purchase, fisting themselves into the fabric of his button-down flannel.Â
Thereâs a desperation and urgency bleeding from him, as if he canât drink you in fast enough, or hard enough, or long enough to satiate the longing thatâs within him. And youâre feeling it too, an ache growing deeper in your belly, a need to be consumed by him fully and you whine into his mouth because heâs not nearly close enough to you.
A thigh slips between your legs as he kisses along your jaw and down the column of your throat, a moan falling from your lips as you greedily seek friction.Â
âI canât believe youâre here,â Logan husks against your shoulder, pulling your hips harder against his clothed thigh.Â
Your hands cup the sides of his face, your fingers scratching lightly against his beard. You force him to look at you, his pupils blown wide. âI always come to you,â you say softly. âI always come home.â
He kisses you softly then, his mouth slow over yours and he drops his thigh from between your leg. You whine at the loss and he pulls back. âCâmere,â he says, grabbing your hand and leading you further into he apartment. âIâm not fucking you for the first time against a door.â
You follow him to the bedroom, your chest heaving with ragged breaths and you can feel the prickle of anticipation along your spine as he turns back to look at you. His eyes never leave yours as he shrugs off the flannel and pulls his t-shirt over his head. Your eyes trace the lines of his chest, the strong definition of his muscles, following the line of hair that leads to the top of his jeans. As you bite your lip, you hear his chuckle, âMy eyes are up here.â
âMmm, yeah they are,â you start, tugging your shirt off and shimmying your pants over your hips, âbut the view down there is nice, too.â
Logan reaches for you, his large hands skimming over your hips, over the flesh of your ass and under your thighs, lifting you up and forcing your to wrap your legs around his waist. With an easy flick of his fingers, heâs unclasped your bra and you toss it aside with the rest of your clothes.Â
Kneeling on the bed, he lays you down, kissing his way down your stomach, his nose nuzzling along the top of your panties. âDo you have any fucking idea how sweet you smell?â His mouth is hot against your skin and he laughs as you tilt your hips up towards him. âYou want me to fuck you with my tongue? Lap at you until youâre seeing stars?â
Molten desire shoots down your spine and you can feel the slick between your thighs. God, the mouth on him was going to be the death of you.Â
You prop yourself up onto your elbows and look down at him. âJust fucking touch me already,â you whine, and you hate how desperate you sound. âHavenât we waited long enough?â
He presses a wet, open mouthed kiss to your inner thigh before dragging his nose along the center of your clothed cunt. You inhale sharply as he kisses over your clit before trailing his fingers along your hip bones and pulling the fabric down. His warm hands palm along your thighs and he opens you up, staring down at you with hunger in his eyes. And then his mouth is on you, his tongue licking a hot stripe through your folds before sucking your clit into his mouth.Â
âOh, fuck,â you moan as his mouth continues to lap at you, pleasure tingling low in your belly and spreading through your limbs.
Logan hums. âSweetest pussy Iâve ever tasted, sweetheart.â His tongue dips down, collecting the arousal at your entrance. âI could die happy between these thighs.â
You trail your hands down over your chest, briefly palming each breast before you continue down and sink your fingers into Loganâs hair. His groan rumbles through you and you donât miss the way his hips start to rut against the mattress, seeking friction.Â
His mouth and tongue continue to move over you, long, slow licks punctuated by gentle sucks and flicks over your clit and you canât stop the grind of your hips against his face. You feel his smirk against you as one thick finger finally sinks inside your walls, nudging that spot deep inside that makes you squirm.
Another finger slips inside you and a low whine spills from your lips.Â
âYouâre beautiful like this, you know that,â he says, voice rough, thumb replacing his tongue against your clit as his fingers continue pumping. âAll blissed out and needy and desperate to come on my fingers.â
His words zip through you as he fuck you with his hand and you bite your lip. âCâmon,â he purrs, âlet me hear all those pretty sounds you make.â
Soft whimpers spill from your throat as he continues to work you, that pull in your lower belly growing stronger and stronger. His hand never stilling, he kisses his way up your body, pulling a nipple into his mouth and then youâre coming, cunt clenching around his fingers.Â
Logan licks into your mouth to steal your cries as he continues to work you through your orgasm. Your thighs clamp around his forearm, the pleasure overwhelming.Â
He finally stills, pulling his fingers from you and you whimper at the loss. You watch through half lidded eyes as he licks his fingers clean of your slick and you feel that flame reignite in your belly.Â
âTake your pants off,â you demand, breathless, pushing at his chest.Â
Logan laughs, but allows you to push him onto his back. âYou always so bossy after you come?â
You fumble at his belt, undoing his buckle and unzipping his jeans before shoving them down his hips. âMake me do it again and find out,â you taunt as his cock springs free.
He kicks his pants the rest of the way off and you sit back on your heels and admire him for a moment. Your eyes trail from his broad shoulders, down the contours of his chest and follow that line of hair down his stomach to between his thighs, where his cock stands, thick and ready.Â
âI will never get tired of looking at you,â you sigh, raking your nails down his thighs, deliberately not touching him where you know he wants it the most. âYouâre so beautiful, Logan.â
Whatever response he has, dies in his throat as you finally wrap your hand around his cock, giving him one long, firm stroke. Heâs hot and heavy and youâre aching to feel him inside you. But not yet. Leaning down, your eyes meet his and you trace your tongue along the underside of his cock, tasting the salt on his skin.
âFuckinâ hell,â Logan curses, unable to stop the thrust of his hips, chasing your mouth.Â
You wrap your lips around the head, swirling your tongue over the slit and collecting the precum there before taking as much of him in your mouth as you can. Logan hisses through his teeth, fingers winding their way into your hair to help guide your movements.Â
âYouâre so warm and wet, sweetheart,â he groans. âBut I donât want to come in your mouth.â
You give him one last stroke as you release him from your mouth and climb up to sit on his thighs. Logan pulls you forward by your hips and you gasp as your cunt slides across his cock.Â
âLine me up,â he instructs and you obey without hesitation.Â
Gripping him in your hand, you guide him to your entrance, notching him inside before slowly sinking down atop him. A sob chokes in your throat at the thick feel of him inside you, stretching you, making you feel complete. Your entire existence boils down to where heâs joined with you and you relish the burn.
His hands are everywhere as you start to move, caressing your thighs, your hips, up to your breasts and back down, tracing a map on your skin only his fingers can read. Praise falls from his lips in an almost nonstop litany, telling you how wet you are, how tight, how warm, how good youâre making him feel.
âDo you want to know how you make me feel?â you ask, breathless. You look down at him through half lidded eyes and find him just as flushed and wanton as you. âHow youâve always made me feel?â
You continue to rock back and forth on his cock, slow, deliberate movements that leave you wanting, needing more. Logan shifts his hips and finds the leverage to fuck up into you, the deep drag of his cock against your walls making you throw your head back and moan.Â
âFuck,â he growls, his fingers sinking deeper into the flesh of your hips, pulling you somehow impossibly closer. âShow me, sweetheart.âÂ
You brace your hands against his chest, raking your fingers through the damp hair there, feeling his heart beat beneath your palms. Leaning down, you capture his mouth with yours, the kiss sloppy as he continues to thrust up into you. You move your hands up his neck, your fingers collecting the sweat along his jaw and then, âFeel, Logan.â
It starts slow, an almost faint heat spreading from your fingertips as they ghost over his skin, your power beginning to pulse in time with your heartbeat. Logan gasps and his rhythm falters as the first wave of emotion hits him. You slow, too, your hips barely moving as you run your fingers down from his jaw, over the column of his throat and back to his chest.Â
Your palms rest against his ribs as you continue to pour into him all the love and passion heâs ever shown you over centuries. Logan stares up at you in reverence, his face soft as he runs his hands up your sides, over your breasts. He tugs you down towards him, his mouth hovering over yours.
âDo you feel, Logan,â you ask, your breath hot against his lips. âDo you feel how much you love you have in you?â
He draws your bottom lip into his mouth, biting softly once, before capturing your mouth fully, kissing you deep. You hum as his tongue swipes against yours and his fingers tangle in your hair.Â
A gasp pulls from your throat as Logan wraps his arms around you and flips your position, forcing your legs around his waist as he begins to thrust into you again in earnest. You feel him deep in this position, each thrust of his cock against your walls hitting that perfect spot inside of you.Â
âItâs too much,â he groans into your skin. âNeverâŠnever felt like this.â
You rake your nails along his back, relishing in the growl that falls from this throat. âIt always feels like this,â you gasp, drawing your power back.Â
His arms slide under your shoulders, anchoring you in place as his hips continue to thrust into you. Itâs lewd almost, the slapping of skin against skin and the wet noises from where youâre joined. His breath is hot and damp against your skin where his mouth hovers over the pulse point in your neck.Â
Your fingers snake into the short strands of hair at the back of his neck and your other hand slips in between your bodies, reaching for your clit.Â
âThatâs it,â he moans, âuse those fingers to get yourself off on my cock.â
You can feel where heâs sliding thickly into your cunt, the wiry hairs at the base of his cock damp with your arousal, and you begin to rub in time with his thrusts. Pleasure zips along your spine, every cell in your body afire at his touch. You feel that telltale tug low in your belly and you know youâre not going to last much longer.Â
He slides his hands down from your shoulders, following the curve of your spine, forcing you to arch your back. Taking the opportunity before him, he swirls his tongue over one nipple, then the other as he palms the flesh of your hips in his hands, angling your hips further up into his. A keening whine falls from your lips as he somehow thrusts deeper into you, making your legs shake.Â
Logan nudges your hand away from your clit, replacing your fingers with his own as he pushes you closer and closer to the edge. His eyes are focused on the sight of his cock thrusting into you and the slick smeared across your thighs.Â
âLogan,â you gasp, âIâm so close.â
âI know, sweetheart,â he rasps, dragging his gaze up to your face, âI got you. Takinâ me so well, so tight. Gonna spend the rest of my life tellinâ you how fucking good you are.â
His words tip you over the edge, your orgasm rolling through you as you spasm down on his cock, his name falling from your lips. He fucks you through your orgasm, each thrust of his hips sending aftershocks of pleasure along your limbs as he chases his own release. Loganâs thrusts grow erratic and you reach for him, grasping at his forearms, pulling him down to you.Â
âCome for me, Logan,â you murmur in his ear. âI wanna feel you come.â
With one final thrust, he comes with a groan, forehead pressed against yours as he spills himself deep within you. You can feel cock spasm as he lazily thrusts through his orgasm, using your body to wring out the last of his pleasure. You hold him close, pressing open mouthed kisses to his jaw as he finally stills within you.Â
Careful not to crush you, Logan pulls you to him as he rolls onto his side. He doesnât pull out, tugging your leg over his hip to keep you close and full.Â
You smile up at him, brushing the damp hair away from his forehead. He sighs at your touch, a content sound that tugs at your heart.Â
âYou really love me in every universe?â he asks softly, brushing his nose against yours.Â
âYes.â
âEven this one?â
âEspecially this one.âÂ
You donât know what the rest of this life holds, but you do know one thingâwherever he goes, youâll be right there with him.Â
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the butchery of the beloved, the boulder, the bimbo and the brilliant
kinktober, day twenty-five
a/n:Â ahhh, it's finally time to share the kinktober fic you all helped shape!! it turned out so fucking unhinged and i love it. happy halloween, folks!
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summary: âtheyâ⊠they were rightâŠâ the warnings your now deceased friends had given you since the moment you got involved with the frat boy buzzed in your mind, though when theyâd light-heartedly called him a psycho, you never in your wildest dreams thought that they would have been correct in their choice of words, âI canât believe they were rightâŠâ
warnings:Â dark!rafe cameron x innocent!reader, smut, dark content, noncon/dubcon, slasher au, final girl!reader, 00âs slutty horror movie vibes, found family, nonverbal, murder, violence, blood, gore, crying, alcohol consumption, smoking, possessiveness, jealousy, mask kink, kissing, size kink, belly bulge, manhandling, dirty talk, just the tip, pussyjob, oral, spit kink, impact play, pain kink, choking, bondage, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, overstimulation, squirting, fingering, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie, references to anal/painal
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It all started at a lunch table, as so many friendships do.Â
The first one to sit was Hana, the nurturing soul of the group who had been a genius even back then. The next to join was Brian, the blonde bombshell whose smile brightened any room he entered. Then came Oliver, the guy who at twelve years old had stood up to the bully you couldnât face yourself and swore from that day on heâd do so for each and every one of you till the end of your days. And lastly, there was you, in many ways the glue of the little pack.Â
To say that the four of you were thick as thieves didnât even begin to cover it, as youâd been there for each other in every up and down in each of your lives since adolescence. Even when your mother passed, especially when your mom passed, thatâs when you truly knew that they werenât just your pals, but your family.Â
âOh wow,â you breathed as you gazed out the window to the destination youâd finally reached, âis this really your dadâs cabin?â you glanced over your shoulder at the man behind the wheel, a proud smirk ever on his lips.
âYep,â Rafe nodded and reached down to put the car in park.Â
Youâd met him at the beginning of this semester and it hadnât taken you very long at all to fall embarrassingly and completely head over heels for the guy.Â
Though he wasnât the first boyfriend to grow to be a part of the tight-knit clique, he hadnât been welcomed with open arms as you remembered Jerome, Brianâs partner, had two years ago. The gentle giant of few words had melted into your dynamic so naturally that none of you remembered any longer a time before him. But it wasnât like that this time, not with Rafe. For some reason, your friends just couldnât warm up to the frat guy you loved so dearly.Â
As you heard the other car roll to a stop behind you, the vehicle where the four remaining resisted, your fingers dipped down into your pocket and fished out your phone to snap a photo of the luxurious lake house and its breathtaking views, though thatâs when you noticed the lack of bars up in the upper corner of the screen.
âOh, damn itâŠâ you squinted down at your phone, âis there seriously no service out here?âÂ
âYeah, sorry I forgot to tell you,â Rafe snatched out the keys, âthis place is pretty off-grid, you have to probably walk half an hour or something to get any signal.â
The dry leaves on the forest floor crunched beneath your shoes as you stepped out of the car and tipped your head back to glance up at how high the surrounding pine trees stretched up towards the cloudy sky.Â
As Rafe hopped up onto the wide porch and fiddled with a bundle of keys to unlock the place, your gaze kept finding him as you hung back a while and helped your friends unload their car.
âCan you all please promise to play nice this weekend?â you quietly asked them.Â
âYeah,â Oliver huffed, yanking out a heavy duffle bag, âIâll play nice if he does, which I sincerely doubt since I havenât yet discovered one kind bone in his body.âÂ
âOh, come on,â you defended your beau, âheâs the one who suggested this trip so that you could all finally discover what a sweet guy he actually is,â before you all ascended the short steps and filtered into the abode.Â
Not soon after you all crossed the threshold, Rafeâs arms seized your waist and drew you back against him, whispering in your ear that he wanted to give you the grand tour of the house.Â
However, when you reached the room that was to belong to the two of you for the rest of the weekend, his ulterior motives for the journey around the cabin became crystal clear.Â
At first, when he wrapped his arms around you from behind as you gazed out the tall windows at the foot of the bed, a giggle bubbled in your belly as you felt his desire poke the small of your back. Though it was already during his palmâs swift voyage under the hem of your shirt and up towards your boobs that he let slip what crucial item heâd neglected to pack.Â
âYou didnât bring any condoms?â you twisted around to glare at the persistence that still sparkled in his eyes.
âOh, come on, donât let that fact spoil our fun,â he pulled you back into his arms, âdonât you want me to dick you down this weekend, huh?â he murmured in your ear.
âWell, I donât wanna get pregnant,â you slowly pushed him back, âso itâll just have to be another weekend.â Â
But then he seized your hand and brought it down to the palpable tent in his jeans, âbabe, come on. Just feel how hard I am. You canât just leave me like this, not when itâs your fault to begin with.â
Your mouth then fell open as a shy scoff rolled off your tongue, âI literally havenât done a thing, how is it my fault?â
âCome on, donât act like a prude,â his grip around your wrist shifted and it slid down to rub your palm against his hardness, âbe a good girl and at the very least get down on your knees.â
âNo,â you chuckled lightly and pushed yourself off of him enough to stumble closer towards the bedroomâs exit, âif youâre so desperate, then take care of it yourself.âÂ
Even though winter was creeping ever nearer, each one of you still dared to go down to the lakeâs small pier and soak up the mild rays of autumn sun that peeked out behind the clouds. Both Hana and Oliver even gathered enough courage to take a dip in the cool water, though werenât successful in any of their attempts at talking the rest of you into the same.Â
Though when your friends in the water began to splash at one another, Oliver teasingly let some splatter upon Brian as he sat on the edge, eyes closed and face turned up towards the sky as he relaxed back against his boyfriend.Â
âOh my god! Donât!â he tensely straightened up, his tone startling Jerome enough that his palm that rested on Brianâs waist tightened, âstop! Youâre giving me flashbacks to summer camp!âÂ
As you heard your grinning friend in the lake apologise, you opened your mouth to note, âthatâs right, I forgot you went to camp when we were kids.â
âYeah, it was honestly revolting,â Brian recoiled slightly at the recollection, âmosquitoes, terrible food, even worse people. Had a big old lake just like this one,â he gestured to the surrounding landscape.Â
âActually,â Rafe then spoke up, his voice booming to your ears as he sat directly behind you, his legs slotted on either side of your frame as his chin rested atop your shoulder, âthis place used to be a summer camp too back when my dad bought it.â
âReally?â Hana glanced up from the water, their childish game now halted.Â
âYeah, I mean,â Rafe cast a glance over his shoulder at the structures on the bank just behind him, âit had been abandoned and completely deserted for a long time, but a lot of the buildings, the main house and the shed and stuff, theyâre the original cabins just renovated.â
âYour dad bought an abandoned camp?â Oliver scrunched up his face, âokay, creepyâŠâ
âOh, hell no, Iâm out,â Brain began to unravel, âbabe, if we wake up in the middle of the night to a ghost child standing at the foot of our bed, itâs your job to take care of it,â he glanced over his shoulder at Jerome, âIâm too delicate and pretty to deal with the paranormal, especially if itâs kids,â to which his boyfriend simply hummed in agreement and soothingly let his palm run down his partnerâs arm.
âOh, this place isnât haunted,â Hana said after sheâd swam up to clutch against the side of the pier, âcalm down.â
âWell, you donât know that, it might be,â the blonde man behind you shrugged, âespecially with what apparently happened here back in the dayâŠâ
âWhat are you talking about?â you looked back at him.Â
âWell, back like forty years ago or something, when this was still a camp, there was this one counsellor who one day just went nuts, like snapped and murdered every single person there,â Rafe told, purposely making his tone more ominous the further into the story he got, âthatâs why the place was shut down and abandoned, why no one ever wanted to return it to its former glory. Itâs one of the most gruesome unsolved cases in this entire corner of the country.â
âWait, unsolved?â Brian clutched his imaginary pearls.Â
âYeah, the guy was never caught, supposably never even left these woodsâŠâ he then leaned in and attempted to truly spook you all, âat night if you listen closely, you can still hear him sharpening his blade, getting ready to hunt his next preyâŠâ
Hana, assuming that he was only joking, let out a dry laugh to cut the tense silence that had fallen over you all, âokay, very funny, ha-ha.âÂ
âYeah,â you gently rubbed your boyfriendâs arm as you tried to shake the tale off of you, âletâs maybe not joke about psychopaths running around a rural area when we actually are in a rural area,â though goosebumps still pricked and tingled every inch of your skin.Â
âWait, how did it go?â your giggle mingled with Oliverâs as you both leaned against the kitchen counter, nearly bumping your foreheads together from how hard you were laughing, âwas itâŠâ and you began to hum a faint melody.Â
âNo because, remember, at the end it went,â your friend cut you off and then made his own attempt, though much more accurate than your own, causing your eyes to promptly light up with recognition before they crinkled together in laughter as he tried to hit the high note at the end.Â
Once the woods surrounding the cabin had succumbed to darkness, the group of you all decided to wrap the day up in a bit of merriment, going through Rafeâs fatherâs liquor stash and turning up the music.Â
During your and Oliverâs secluded moment in the kitchen away from the rest, your laughter caused you to sway even closer to one another, your palm naturally planting itself on his chest as your faces nearly touched.Â
Though just as the pair of you were doubled over, a figure appeared in the doorway.
âOh,â your grin continued as you spotted your boyfriend, âhey baby,â though your laughter finally began to fade.Â
Staring daggers at the man beside you, Rafe then uttered coldly, âhey,â before his feet carried him straight towards you, seized your waist and twisted you away from your friend and towards himself to capture your lips.Â
âOkay, right,â Oliver exhaled as Rafe kept marking his territory, kissing you way more passionately than he needed to, âIâll just see you guys back in the living room thenâŠâ
You tried to tilt away enough to utter your friend a reply, though your boyfriend didnât allow you, only let you go once Oliver was long gone and Rafe returned to his original plan of cracking open the fridge to get a cold beer for himself.Â
Walking back out into the living room while your boyfriend scavenged for a bottle opener, you plopped yourself back down on the couch, on the opposite side to where Brian and Jerome were snuggled up. Next to where the lit fireplace crackled sat Oliver in a chair and not far from his feet on the fuzzy carpet rested Hana, legs crisscrossed as she held up her wine glass to stare through it.Â
When Rafe rejoined you all, a freshly glowing cigarette trapped between his lips as he sauntered out of the kitchen, he situated himself right beside you, making space for himself where there hadnât really been previously. In his hand, he didnât just balance his own drink, but also a stout glass filled with an amber liquid, one he swiftly handed off to you even though you hadnât asked for it, yet that had still been the routine of the evening, and after the first one was sloshing on your belly, the others became harder to deny and not accidentally sip absentmindedly, especially when heâd playfully help you along by tilting the glass the remaining distance up towards your lips.Â
âSweetie,â Hana soon leaned closer to utter for your ears only, âdonât you want a glass of water instead?âÂ
Though your boyfriend beside you unfortunately overheard and grasped his cigarette between two of his longer fingers, a puff of smoke accompanying his words as he answered before you got the chance to, âsheâs fine.â
From across the couch, as Hana scooted back to her spot on the carpet, having not caught the quiet interaction, Brian then suggested, âwhy donât we play a game or something?âÂ
âWhat, like truth or dare?â Hana leaned back against an unoccupied armchair.Â
âNo, this isnât a slumber party. Isnât there like board games here?â
Brianâs glance then drifted to Rafe as he smothered his cigarette in the nearby ashtray and, without warning, pulled you into his lap and caught Oliverâs eye from across the room as he shamelessly let his hands wander across your frame. Â
âUh, yeah. There should be some in the cabinet over there,â Rafe vaguely gestured before his lips began to nip at the side of your neck, making your eyes flutter and only half watched along as Brian then got up to skim through the aforementioned cupboard.Â
âOkay,â he glanced through the options, âthere are cards, so we could play poker or something,â
âNo way,â Oliver swiftly shook his head and shot a glance at Jeromeâs bulky form, comfortably slumped on the couch, âIâm not repeating that fiasco again.âÂ
âAw,â Brian glanced back at his friend, âbut it was so cute seeing my boyfriend fucking demolish you,â and Jerome, the quiet man he was, just let out a grunt in agreement.
âNo, pick something else,â Oliver waved a hand.Â
âWell, weâve got monopoly, scrabble, cards against humanityâ, uh! Thereâs clue!â he excitedly picked up the box and spun around, âoh, work! Letâs play that!âÂ
With his kisses still dancing along your skin, they then suddenly ceased as Rafe announced, âyou guys go ahead, I think Y/n is ready for bed.âÂ
Shooting a concerned glance at how your intoxicated form wobbled slightly as your boyfriend helped you up on your feet, Hana uttered, âoh, are you sure?âÂ
âShe is,â Rafeâs touch clung to you, âarenât you babe?âÂ
âOh, uhmâŠâ you hadnât really noticed it before, but now that he mentioned it, as if he himself planted the thought in your hazy mind, all of the alcohol had in fact made you pretty sleepy, âyeah, I guess so.âÂ
âAlright, well then,â Hanaâs voice stayed slightly hesitant, âsleep tight.â
âI love you guys,â you blew the group kisses as Rafe helped you over towards the stairs.Â
His kisses made you even more dizzy than you already were, so when you stumbled over the threshold into your shared room, you flopped down onto the mattress, though you werenât quite sure if youâd just fallen or if Rafe had manhandled your intoxicated and pliant frame, giving you a push before his form was atop of yours.Â
Though now that you were horizontal and with the weight of a frat boy squishing you further down into the bed, that was when you truly noticed just how much youâd had to drink that evening.Â
The room was spinning as Rafe made out with you, his palms raking across your body like a wild storm, squeezing every soft curve he could get his hands on. As one hand disappeared up your skirt, his kisses wandered down and over your throat to the bit of your chest that was exposed in the neckline of your top. Wasting no time at all, he then yanked down the hem, catching one of the cups of your bra as well as he unwrapped your tit like a present.Â
As his face was buried in your boobs, surely giving you hickeys from the way that he sucked at your pebbly nipple and the surrounding sensitive skin, a breathless attempt at halting his affections left your lungs, âbabyââÂ
Though he didnât take the whimper as youâd intended it and simply continued, âshit, youâre so fucking hot,â he yanked down the other sliver of mesh fabric covering your other boob, âgod, these tits are just insane.âÂ
Weakly, you ran your fingers through his buzzed hair and gasped as you felt his hardness grind into your covered core, âRafe, IââÂ
âYeah?â his lips began to flutter back up to your own as he let himself rock against you with more intent, âyou want this big dick, huh?âÂ
âNo, we canât, we donât have aââ
âOh come on, baby,â he shifted, slipping a hand down under the waistband of your skirt and into your underwear, not hesitating to sweep his fingers through your wetness and bully your little button, âI know you want toâŠâÂ
âStop, that feels too good,â you tried, but couldnât yank his strong hand away, âyou canâtâ, I have to get up and brush my teeth.âÂ
âYou know, all my exes let me tap it raw,â he purred in your ear and attempted to guilt you, âwhy wonât you? Donât you trust me?â his touch then suddenly disappeared, but only to tug down the zipper on the side of your short skirt.
âOf course I do, I justââ
âThen why wonât you let me make you feel good, huh?â he yanked both your skirt and panties down your legs, so fast it nearly gave you whiplash. Crawling off of your jelly-like form, he stood tall and loomed at the foot of the bed. Wasting no time, he yanked your core closer to the edge before he desperately freed his fat cock. The taps he then offered your glistening cunt, letting you reel in the weight of his length, âdoesnât that feel nice, baby?â he smirked at the way your mouth fell open, âbecause it sure seems like your little pussy thinks so, just look,â you followed his command and glanced down to spot how his intimidating girth nudged at your weepy petals.Â
Even after months of dating, you still hadnât gotten used to the daunting size of him.Â
âOh, fuckâŠâ your brows knitted together.Â
âJust listen to that,â he flicked the bulbous tip through your slick folds with more vigour, causing the melody of your want to echo even louder throughout the bedroom, âyouâre so fucking wet. You want it so badâŠâ
You then felt yourself fade away into the intoxicating sensation, letting him continue to fuck your fold and make your pussy drool even further till your eyes fluttered shut.Â
However, it didnât take very long at all, through all of the hazy motions, before the very tip of him caught your entrance and slipped inside.Â
âRafe!â you gasped, eyes snapping back open as your spine lurched off the mattress just an inch.Â
âFuck,â he let out a loud groan, âsorry, babe. Youâre just too soaked, it slipped in,â though didnât move at all to pull it back out, since it had secretly been completely on purpose, âchrist, youâre so tightâŠâ
As he slipped his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side, you pleaded once more, âRafeâŠâ quietly begging for him to take it out through the conflicting haze as the familiar sensation of him stuffing you full always shut your brain completely off.
âThis doesnât count,â he claimed as he began to move, pumping just the bulbous head of himself in and out of your little hole, ânot really. I can fuck you with just the tip, right?â a few of his fingers then lowered to strum your clit and summon a loud moan from deep within your soul, âyeah, thatâs what I thoughtâŠâ
As he removed his fingers from your clit, he then stuffed them in your mouth, muffling your soft whimpers and letting you suck them clean of your juices. As the taste of yourself coated your tongue, your own hands came up to clutch his, holding it near as you soon let your pecks wander across his palm and even down to plant a soft kiss to the gold ring that never left his finger.
âOhâ,â a gasp then left your lungs as he suddenly pushed in a bit more of his length, âRafe, thatâs too deep,â selfishly letting himself feel more of your warmth.Â
âNo, thatâs not too deep,â he began to fuck you properly, making you lose your breath, âyou wanna know what is too deep?â a purposefully harsh thrust then buried itself so far inside of you that a tingle of pain joined the pleasure, âthatâs too deep,â he then retracted just a tad, though still filled you up completely with each long stroke, âthis is just right.âÂ
âWe canâtâ,â you foggily tried to shake your head.Â
âYes, we can. Just look how good youâre taking me, baby,â the palm youâd been clutching then escaped your grasp and scooped behind your head to tilt your neck and lock it there, directing your glance down between your bodies and forcing you to spot the faint bulge that appeared at each one of his mind-melting thrusts, âyou donât wanna stopâŠâ
Feeling that all too familiar high begin to fuzz up your periphery, you trembled, âo-oh, fuckâŠâÂ
âYou feel so fucking goodâŠâ he grunted as your pussy began to clench around his fat girth, âjust let me use you for a bit, yeah?âÂ
âIâ, Iâ,â gasps of air expanded your lungs as his pace then thrust you over the edge, âholy shitâŠâ and your cunt helplessly clambered around him.Â
In your orgasmic haze, Rafe then abruptly flipped you around for you to lay on your stomach, and you barely managed to process it before you felt the weight of him settle atop of you, smooshing you down into the mattress as he slid back in.Â
âAh!â you yelped at the way he didnât hold back, âRafe, itâs too much,â not even bothering to grant you a chance to recover, but simply fucked through your soreness, âI canâtââ
âOh, shut up, you can take it,â he growled in your ear, his feet hooking your ankles and spreading your shaky legs further for him, âtake it like the good little slut you are.â
It was strange how heâd taught your body to love the pain he inflicted. Even if the source was just his god-given gift of a girth, or curse, all depending on your point of view, and not the roughness he occasionally let slip out of the dark depths he tried to hide his jagged sides in for you and you alone. Â
âFuck,â you soon heard him groan as his heavy sack slapped against your cunt at each one of his furious rocks, âIâm gonna cum!âÂ
âPull outâ,â you managed to mumble into the sheets.
âWhat?â he kept on pounding your poor pussy.Â
âNot inside,â you tilted your head a bit to beg, âplease!â
âOh my god, fine,â he then begrudgingly pulled out and with one hand flipped you back onto your stomach as the other wrapped around his cock and he began to fuck his fist. Pushing himself up onto his knees, he crawled further up your body till his thighs caged you in, denting the mattress on either side of your face. He didnât even wait for your lips to part before he shoved his dick down your throat, making you gag as he groaned loudly above you, âfuckâŠâ and fed you his load. Â
When he soon flopped down on the bed beside you, the both of you catching your breaths, you instinctively gulped down what heâd given you before you curled your frame into his side.Â
As he wrapped an arm beneath your head, his glance then flickered down to you as he caught your chin with his thumb and forefinger, tilting you up to him before he asked, âdid you swallow it?â digging his digit slightly into your skin and making you open your mouth for him, letting him discover the answer him himself, âfuck⊠thatâs my girlâŠâ he groaned before dipping down to kiss you.Â
The peck however didnât carry on for long as his warmth then suddenly disappeared.Â
âWhere are you going?â you watched as he got up, reaching out your arms to him in a silent plea for cuddles.Â
âIâm thirsty,â he zipped his pants back up, though didnât bother with his shirt, âyou just try and fall asleep, Iâll be right back.âÂ
Flashing him a drowsy smile, âokay,â you then tug the duvet over your form and let your gaze shadow him as he made his way out of the room.Â
You thought you hadnât managed to fall asleep, but evidently, you had as when the door to the room suddenly burst open, you were jolted awake, Rafe as well stirring as he was now settled behind you with an arm draped over your frame.Â
As three of your friends rushed to slam the door behind them, Rafe propped himself up and mumbled, âhey, what the fuckââ
But Hana then cut him off, a downright terrified look plastered not only all over her own face, but the rest as well.
âOliverâs dead,â she uttered through the tears that thickened up her voice.Â
Still groggy, you slowly sat up and murmured, âwhat?â
Snapping her bloodshot eyes to lock with yours, she bellowed, âOliver is fucking dead!âÂ
As your gaze flickered over the group in search of any sign that what she claimed wasnât true, you heard Rafe behind you exhale, âokay, this isnât funny.â
âOh shut up, you dick!â Brian shot back, doubled over in the corner, hyperventilating as Jerome kneeled before him, trying to calm him down.Â
âHey, hey,â you gently raised up a hand, âdonât talk to him like that. What the hell do you mean Oliver is dead?â
âI mean that heâs dead as in dead, dead,â Hana explained, her words causing the world to suddenly crumble all around you, âJerome went outside to get something from the car and found him on the porch, not moving and with his head stuck under the water in the hot tub.âÂ
With tears now stinging the corners of your eyes, you struggled to suck in a breath of air, âwhat?â
âItâs that fucking ghost story you told us,â Brian panicked in the corner, âitâs real, isnât it?âÂ
âOkay,â Rafe uttered as the both of you leapt out of bed and scrambled to get some clothes on, âletâs all just calm down.â
âWe gotta call the police,â Hana said, to which Jerome swiftly pulled out his phone, only to then curse quietly as he discovered what Brian too noticed when he glanced over his shoulder.Â
âFuck, we canât, thereâs no signal!â
Hana then glanced around at everyone, âwell then one of us has gotta drive and find some, right?âÂ
âHell no,â Brian shuttered, âif thereâs some psycho out in these woods, then Iâm not staying behind to get murdered. Weâre all going.â
So thatâs how, after youâd all scurried downstairs and filtered out through the sliding door to the porch, that you saw the truth with your own eyes.Â
Even though his head was obscured beneath water, the unmoving corpse of your dear friend still caught your eyes and stopped you in your tracks.
âOh my godâŠâ you sobbed, your blood running cold.Â
But before you could let your feet carry you closer to the scene of the crime, Rafe seized your arm and uttered, âbaby, come on,â before pulling you along the last short distance towards the cars, âIâm sorry, but we gotta go.â
Though when you did reach the vehicles and attempted to start them, neither one of them would as theyâd seemingly been tampered with, forcing the panicked lot of you all to run back inside.Â
âShitâŠâ Brian clutched onto the back of the couch in the living room for support, âwhat do we do now?â
âWe canât go on foot, not in the dark through this forest,â Rafe spoke, âso we gotta stay here till morning.â
Glancing around the space, Hana uttered, âthen we gotta make this place safe. Lock all the doors and windows, find somewhere to hide.âÂ
âYeah, good idea,â your boyfriend nodded before suggesting, âletâs split up, itâll be faster that way. Y/n with me, weâll take that side of the house, and the rest of you stay over here.âÂ
And before anyone could protest, heâd yanked you down a dark hallway.
You nearly stumbled twice as Rafe dragged your shaking visage through the lake house, only stopping once youâd reached a large closet.Â
âIn here, baby,â he shoved you inside, though began to shut the door before he nuzzled himself in as well.Â
âNo, what are you doing?â tears streaming down your face, you attempted to stop him.Â
Though he only halted his efforts a second, grasping your face as he uttered, âplease, just stay here.â
âNo, itâs too dangerous,â you clutched onto his dark t-shirt, âyou canâtââ
âBabe, I canât let anything happen to you. I canât lose you,â he then collided his lips with your own, a sob escaping your lungs as he briefly kissed you, âplease, just stay right here, hide, for me.âÂ
Slowly, you loosened your trembling grip on his shirt and cried, âI love you.âÂ
âIâll be right back!â he promised before shutting the closet door and bathing you in darkness.Â
You had no idea how much time passed, if it was only a few seconds or hours that you stayed in the dusty and dim abyss of that closet, but then when a loud crash and a shrill scream suddenly found your ears, your shaky hand pushed the door back open.
Youâd never in your life been as terrified as you were when you found yourself tip-toeing down that long, dark hallway. Though, as you sneaked past the ajar door to the study, your entire body suddenly froze up at the massacre that met you within.Â
Unmoving and slumped over the threshold, there lied Jerome, his face beaten to a pulp, rendering it nearly unrecognisable as blood slowly trickled into the tight curls on the top of his head.Â
Past where Hana was lying in the middle of the room, battered and coughing, in the corner you saw as a tall figure, masked by a dark motorcycle helmet, crouched over the still form of Brian and landed the last few blows to claim his life.Â
âPlease,â Hanaâs words were gurgled by blood as the killer slowly straightened back up. Twisting ever so slightly, the assailant plucked out one of the clubs from the gold bag that leaned against one of the tall bookcases, âjust let me go,â your last living friend begged as you watched the murderer wrap his long fingers around the handle and take the few steps to where Hana lied, âjust let meââÂ
As he took a wide swing and hit your friend right in her temple, the loud crack that echoed throughout the cabin made you shutter in terror and let out an uncontrollable scream, causing the killerâs head to snap up to spot you in the dark hallway.Â
For a second you both just stood there, frozen and staring at one another, like two deer in headlights. But then, as he began to move, taking his time as he stepped over the bodies littering his path, you stumbled back and collided with the wall directly behind you.Â
You tried to run, but even though you managed to slip out the wide glass doors and escape a good distance into the dark forest surrounding the house, the masked man still caught up to you and flung you against a tree. As he had you cornered, you felt him drag the cold tip of the golf club up your right leg and over your shuttering skin, drawing a crimson line of your belovedâs blood across your goosebump-ridden flesh.Â
âP-please donât kill me, pleaseâ,â you cried, but just then, the moonlight that streamed through the dense treetops caught in a glint of gold that adorned the hand that clutched the club, a recognizable ring that caused your heart to drop.Â
As your eyes then flickered up to the dark helmet, that too seemed oddly familiar now that you truly looked at it.Â
In some sick and twisted way, you hoped that the killer had just stolen the jewellery from your boyfriend as a trophy of the nightâs conquest and not the horrifying alternative.Â
But when you then tried to slip away and the man pushed you back, your hands defensively shot up, though only managed to knock the helmet off his head and let it tumble to the dark forest floor below, unveiling the earth-shattering truth.Â
âOh my godâŠâ you gasped, eyes wide as you now stood face to face with your boyfriend.Â
âShh,â he took a step closer to you, caging you in even further, âcalm down, baby. Donât do anything stupid now.âÂ
âTheyâ⊠they were rightâŠâ the warnings your now deceased friends had given you since the moment you got involved with the frat boy buzzed in your mind, though when theyâd light-heartedly called him a psycho, you never in your wildest dreams thought that they would have been correct in their choice of words, âI canât believe they were rightâŠâ
A low sigh then escaped Rafeâs lungs.Â
âYou really should have just stayed hidden like I told you to⊠I didnât want you to find out this way⊠it would have been so much simpler if youâd just bought into the story I made upâŠâÂ
âYou killed my friendsâŠâ your chest ached with every painful gasp of air, âhowâ⊠how could you?âÂ
âOh, honeyâŠâ his head tilted slightly as the corners of his lips twitched, âdo you really think this is my first time?âÂ
Staring back at him in horror, you sputtered, âw-why?â
âBecause of you,â he uttered as if it was obvious, âit was all for you,â his feet shifted him even closer to you, âthey were a bad influence, so this was the only way.â
âThey were my family!âÂ
âThey were like a poison, all of them, trying to control you, trying to take you away from me,â he inched in even closer, making you wish the harsh bark that scratched up your spine would simply open up like a portal and let you escape, âI know Hana was trying to get you to break up with me⊠Oliver always followed you around like a lost puppy, just hoping youâd one day spread your legs for him⊠and Jerome and Brian? They were just plain annoying,â his hot breath fanned across your skin as he petted the edges of your features with a knuckle of the hand clutching the golf club, âI did it all for you, for us, because I love you⊠fuck, you have no idea how much I fucking love you, babyâŠâ he uttered before bringing the bud of the improvised weapon down upon the side of your head and knocking you clean out.Â
When you came to, the flicking light from a lit fireplace was the only source of light in the dim room you found yourself in. Arms folded up behind your head, a long rope was tangled around them and stretched up to a beam in the ceiling above. Your legs too were tied, keeping your naked frame upright and locked in place in the middle of the room.Â
âFucking finally,â a low voice echoed from the chair across the chamber, causing you to wince as the tone pierced your soul and worsened your splitting headache, âyou really took your sweet time waking up.âÂ
Blinking back at your boyfriend as he leaned back in the seat, pants undone and his hard length tight in his fist, a murmur escaped your lips, ââŠyou knocked me outâŠâ
âYeah, Iâm sorry about that,â he got up and walked towards your suspended form, âbut you didnât give me any other choice.âÂ
As he slowly neared you, your glossy eyes flickered up to meet his.
âRafe, please,â you heard your voice break as you tried to keep your tone soft, âyou donât have to do this. Just untie me, I promise I wonât be mad at you.â
âOh yeah?â a small scoff slipped through his smirk.Â
âYes. Iâll do whatever you want, just please let me go,â you begged, âplease donât hurt me.âÂ
âShh, shh,â his palm rose up to stroke your hair before letting it rush down and over the curves of your exposed body, âbut youâve been such a bad girl. I think you deserve a lesson that hurts a little bit,â his palm then slapped your pussy, still soaked and sore from earlier, rendering you to let out a shrill yelp, âitâs okay, you can cryâŠâ he briefly leaned in to kiss your cheek before he shifted, though still staying so close that his nose ghosted along your skin as he made his way around to stand directly behind you, âyou look so pretty when you doâŠâ
You then squirmed as he reached down to grasp his cock and nudge at your sensitive entrance, âRafe, pleaseâ, ah!â a cry then left your form as he ruthlessly rammed his way inside, plugging you up so completely that his balls nuzzled against your slick skin.Â
âFuck!â his moan tickled the shell of your ear as he tangled his arms around your torso, âyouâre so perfectâŠâ he began to move, finding a selfish pace to wreck you with, âso perfect and all mineâŠâÂ
As his thrusts caused your tits to jiggle, one of his wide hands soared up to grasp one while the other one snaked up to wrap around your throat. He then squeezed it fiercely enough that all your noises eventually faded away and he kept you completely quiet for a good moment before his hold slackened and he once again granted you the privilege of gasping for air.Â
âThis is all you need, just me, only me,â he grunted, âjust like this, using your pretty little hole for exactly what it was made for⊠you were made for me and nobody else⊠no oneâŠâ
His grip then drifted down to dent your hips before he lifted them, raising your bound frame till your tip toes were barely grazing the cold floor. Your back arched slightly as he repeatedly brought your hips back to him, his balls sloppily slapping against your swollen clit each time he manoeuvred your body and treated you like a toy.Â
When he then hooked an arm around your front to keep moving your body greedily against him, it granted the other one the grace to roam your frame freely.Â
As his fingers found one of your nipples in a harsh pinch, he let out a groan at the way you began to clamper down around his fat girth, âare you gonna cum, baby? Huh?â his palm then slapped your tit, âbecause it sure fucking feels like youâre close,â before he suddenly retracted completely, slipping out of your drooling cunt and causing a shy whimper to slip from your lips, one he swiftly cut off when he smacked your cheek, âtoo bad. Youâre not allowed to.âÂ
As you shakily struggled to stay on your unsteady feet, you panted, âRafe, my legs, I canâtââ
âOh yeah?â he mockingly pouted at you as he sauntered around to your front, âdo they hurt? Are you tired?â and as you offered him a nod, his fingers grasped your chin, âwell,â his thumb slowly stretched up to trace your bottom lip, âif you promise that youâll be a good girl for me, then Iâll give you a little break.â
âYes, I will,â a tear rolled down your still stinging cheek.Â
âYou will what?â his palm briefly slapped the side of your face once again before returning to the same hold.Â
âIâll be your good girl, Iâll do whatever you want,â you begged and as he then sank down to his knees, grabbed a pocketknife resting on a nearby table and held up his end of the bargain, slicing through the ropes at your legs and cutting them loose. A new wave of sobs tumbled out of your form, âthank you! Oh, thank you so much!â
Tossing the blade far away before he rose back up, âyouâre fucking welcome, baby,â he then caught you off guard as he suddenly plucked your lower half up into his arms.Â
âW-wait, I thought youâd give me a break!â your legs trembled in his grasp as he slide you back onto his fat cock.Â
âYeah, your legs were tired, so Iâm being nice and giving them a break,â the wet claps of your skin roughly colliding once again filled the dark room, âyour pussy doesnât deserve one yet⊠unless of course, this is you begging me to fuck your assâŠâ a wicked wish that heâd been begging you for ever since the very first time he banged you.Â
âNo! No, not there, please, Iâve neverââ
âOh, I know you havenât,â he smirked, âthatâs what makes it so much more funâŠâ
âPlease, Rafe,â you blinked back at him, âdonât.â
âYou told me I could do whatever I wantâŠâ he angled his bucks right against that spot that caused your teeth to dig into your lower lip, âyou promised to be a good girl for me and just take whatever I give youâŠâÂ
âI will,â your eyes couldnât help but flutter, âjust please not that.â
He then let a dollop of his spit splatter directly against your face, âalright, but only because I love you,â before he dipped down to plant a feverish kiss against your lips, âtell me that you love me too.â
âI love you,â you murmured against his mouth.Â
âHuh?â one of his hands let go of you and he shifted to balance you with only one, letting the other instead drift down between your forms to bully your puffy pearl, âwhat was that?â
âI loâ, a-ah!â you suddenly whined as he pressed one of his fingers inside your pussy, not caring in the slightest that you were already completely filled up as he forced his digit in alongside his fat cock.Â
âCome on, baby,â he stared down at you, âtell me you love me,â and kept up his ruthless pace as he hooked the finger inside of you, âtell your soulmate just how much you love and adore him, how you want nothing more than to worship him at his feet.âÂ
âIâ, Iâ, Rafe,â you gasped, feeling as if he was splitting you in half, âitâs too muchââ
âNo, itâs not too much, itâs exactly right, you can take it, baby.âÂ
âI canâtââ
âI donât fucking care,â he continued to fuck you without remorse, slamming his intimidating length so deep inside of you that you nearly couldnât breathe, âI wanna feel you cum, just like this.â
âRafeââ
âDo it or Iâll get a lot meaner,â he warned you before he finally got what he wanted. Your squirt drizzled down on the floor as the intensity caused a scream to erupt from your form, âthere you go, fuck,â he groaned as he watched your pussy gush around his girth, âthatâs it,â before the way your cunt clambered down around him caused him to let go as well, âshit,â and pump you full of his cum.Â
Rafe pressed a peck to your forehead before he pulled out of your warmth and you breathlessly glanced down to watch as his hot load began to leak out of your quivering hole.Â
âAlright, baby,â he exhaled and then uttered words that caused a shiver to trickle down your spine, âforeplayâs over. I think youâre ready for your punishment now.â
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oh myyyy god writing this fic has REALLY ME LIKE â it really makes me think of Hong Jo words when she tells Jang shin yu how every time he called her, she felt a little less lonely and Iâm not okayyyyy. T.T the fcking feels, god. my hearttttt. also itâs so incredibly fun to write Jang shinyu in this era of âunder love potion n trying to resist it n expertly failing n is he even resisting? but def hating itâ n pining so hard. like the way hehhhhh when Iâm writing his pov and have the moments where he just. thinks. he just likes her, n he doesnât remember that itâs the love potion or that he shouldnât be. he just talks about how he missed her, wanted to hear her voice, how cute she is and doesnât remember to tell himself. get it together. or that this feeling isnât supposed to be real. He just is.
and it really is making me wonder now. how many times has this happened before Jang shin yu says ââŠ.is it really the spell?â /ââŠ.itâs loveâ hhhhhhHhhhhhh I really do fcking love this two so much Iâm screaming
also thinking abt how in this wip, Hong Jo picks up the phone n does do the face time with him and they have conversations n in between all of this, must be falling in love too GAHHHHHH
#yuki talks wip#destined with you#what would be their ship nameâŠ.#shinjo? hongshin? destinycouple?#this fic is basically writing itself n im so <3 at it#wip: dreams of u
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â premise: eddie wasnât convinced you were as innocent as you acted. his pervy thoughts of you were often guided by all the little dirty things you did. he knew he shouldnât think that way you were his friend after all but you had to know what you were doing to him right?
â pairing: perv!bestfriend!eddie x fem!reader
â warnings: smut | 18+, 2.1k words, corruption kink, dacryphilia, frontagge? [eddie rubs his dick against her til he cums?] unprotected penetration, small bit of degrading language [whore], nicknames [baby, pretty girl, sweets, pretty best friend], reader is described to wear eddies shirt and pink/girly clothing a bit, not proofread
â a/n: kinktober 12
Eddie was a touchy guy, a very touchy best friend in fact. He seemed to lack any awareness of personal space when it came to you.
Having you sit in his lap during movie nights whether it's just the two of you or if Robin or Steve join in. Laying his head in your lap while you play with his hair and his hands palm at your thighs tracing shapes on them. Draping his arm over your shoulders and pulling you to his side when you're in the middle of a conversation with someone or leaning his body weight against you. Now to you and your naive mind, you found all this and everything else he may do as innocent, you didn't understand why everyone new you met assumed the two of you were dating.
Except for Eddie everything he did, he had a little pervy underlying reason to it. Leaning on you and pulling your body against his to feel your soft skin on his and subconsciously claiming you as his. Sitting you in his lap to feel the heat radiating from your pussy on his cock even through multiple layers of fabric. Laying his head on your lap and rubbing on your thighs Imagining his head is buried between them instead.
Constantly he came up with any excuse he could to have his hands on you, to have your body against his, even rub up against you when given the chance when heâd scoot behind you to get somewhere even if there was a clearer path to his destination. Rubbing his bulge lightly against your ass when heâd brush by. To him there was no way you werenât aware of his intentions when he did these things and all the little pervy moves he made. Every dirty thought he had or thing he did was guided by the seemingly not so innocent things you would do.
Though you werenât actually aware of just what the things you'd do, did to poor oleâ Eddie. Batting your eyelashes at him when you wanted to be the one to pick the movie, pressing your body against him of your own accord when a scary part came on during one of his movie picks. He even swears though he isnât 100% sure it wasn't a very vivid dream that you were grinding your ass against him for a second one time you were sitting in his lap.
It was currently one of those frequent movie nights and Eddie was painfully hard, his cock has been aching the moment he walked inside your house. Part of it sure was that he was just excited to have quality time with his pretty little best friend but then when he came in and saw the state you were in he was a goner. You were more comfortable around Eddie than anyone and you had opted to be cozy so all you had on was a long t-shirt and frilly pink socks, no pants on. Being the perv he was and with the fact he couldn't tell exactly he was secretly wishing you didn't have any panties on either.
Eddie got to pick the movie and it was one heâd seen a million times over so it didn't matter that he couldn't bring himself to pay attention. His eyes glued to you, your thighs exposed almost more than they are when you wear your tiny lacey skirts that also almost kill Eddie. Any last drop of reserve or self-control he had was slowly draining away from his body.
If he thought too hard about everything he felt like a piece of shit bestfriend that all he could think of during movie nights anymore was bending you over your living room couch and claiming your pussy as his. Making you his as you whine and moan that it's too much to take and he tells you what a good girl youâre being. Expect there was a small denranged part of him that desperatly wanted to corrupt your sweet naive mind until youâre the one who can only think about him fucking you, making you just as much of a pervert as he was.
Far too lost in own dirty thoughts he fails to notice that the movie has now ended, meaning it was your turn to pick and he should probably stop staring at your body.
âThat was a good movie. Ed's wasn't as scary of a movie as you usually pickâ your sweet voice snaps him out of his trance and he reluctantly tears his gaze away from your thighs crossed over one another.
âOh uh yeah, figured Iâd pick a calmer one this time for you sweetsâ he explains, lightly coughing as he squeezed the pillow that's been covering his lap this whole time, a small smile that doesn't reach his eyes forms on his face as he finally turns his attention to your face. Though switching his focus fails to dull the throbbing in his stiff cock, if it goes on any longer there's definitely going to be a wet spot in his boxers. You smile back at him before getting up from the couch, running over to the kitchen and putting the empty popcorn bowl in the sink. He watches as you walk away, a small groan leaving his lips, it didn't help that the shirt you wore was one of his old hellfire shirtâs. You in his clothes always made his heart ache just as much as his dick, you often stole his shirts or hoodies which didn't help people thinking you were dating and Eddie secretly loved that.
With a bounce in your step you make your way back over to the couch, standing more in front of Eddie as you do. Bending at the waist you lean over to pick the remote up off the oddly low coffee table, your shirt riding up as you do. Giving him an agonizingly perfect view of your ass and the mound of your pussy in your little pink panties. âOh fuck..â he groans out, his knuckles turning white from how hard he is gripping the pillow infront of him. You turn around facing him now as you lean back up, having heard Eddie mumble out something. âWhatâd you say Edâs??â You question with a cute look of confusion on your face.
His last ounce of composure and restraint flies out the window as he throws the pillow off his lap and grabs ahold of your hips pulling you into his lap.
âYou fucking feel that pretty girl? Thatâs what you do to me, fuckinâ killing me sweetsâ he groans out, his bulge pressed right against your cunt, his jeans and your thin panties do nothing to stop him from feeling the heat settling in your core. you gasp out dropping the remote onto the cushion besides you as you feel just how hard he is. The cold metal of his rings sends a shiver down your spine when his hands push up at your shirt, bunching it up as they go. âBut- I didn't do anything, or- I didn't mean to anyway Edâsâ you manage to stutter out, taken aback by both his abruptness and how good his cock feels against you even confined in denim. Lifting you up before letting go of your hips for a second so you're hovering over him, he unbuckles his belt and button to his jeans before tugging them down his thighs. âEdâs I-I dont think best friends do thisâŠâ you whine out yet don't make any move to stop him as he grabs ahold of your hips again, planting your pussy right on his cock again with only thin underwear separating you now. You may be naive and innocent but you weren't a virgin you were well aware of what he was doing.
âitâs okay baby, just be my pretty little best friend and let me play with you okay, my cocks aching for yaâ yeah?â His tone is soft and slurred, his head going hazy in desire for you and the fact you were letting him go this far. âMhmm~ okay i can do thatâ you whine out, your hips having a mind of their own squirming and grinding against him as his hands rub down your thighs.
âAtta girl sweets, sâgood to me, always so sweet on meâ he groans out as his fingers inch closer and closer to your aching pussy. Your slick has managed to begin soaking your panties, while Eddie's tip leaks precum forming a matching wet spot on his boxers. Tugging your panties to the side he runs his middle and ring finger through your slick folds, running over your clit that jumps at the small bit of attention. Your breath catches in your lungs as your eyes are glued to where your best friend's hands are playing with your leaking pussy. âEddie.. it feels sâgoodâ you whine out your hips bucking at his touch every time his fingers brush over your bundle of nerves.
âLook at you pretty girl, so fucking wet fâme like a little fucking whoreâ he groans out as he pushes down at his boxers, you lift your hips to help subconsciously. He pushes them down only enough to let his cock spring free, his cock thick, tip reddened and as veins run along the underside of his shaft. Your eyes are entranced by the sight, your mouth watering and your hole clenching around nothing, who knew your best friend had such a pretty cock.
Grabbing onto the base of his cock he angles it to nudge open your slit and run his tip through your soaked folds, grinding his shaft against your pussy. âAhh~ pleasee Edâs need you insideâ you whine out, already getting overwhelmed, his cock rubbing against your bundle of nerves and tip just barely pushing at your hole before slipping out. The ongoing teasing and desire for him to push inside you crowd your head making it go fuzzy. âNooo not yet baby, not till you're begging for it, gotta corrupt my sweet innocent little best friend til shes a cock hungry whore begging for me to fuck herâ he chuckled darkly, even though he was more desperate than you to finally push into the warm heat of your cunt he was gonna make you beg for it.
Tears well up in your eyes threatening to fall as you buck against him in response to his hips grinding against your pussy. âAww yaâ gonna cry sweets? Go on cry baby, beg for itâ he groans out, he knew it was sick but as your tears fall down your cheeks he can feel his balls tighten, heavy and full of cum that's almost ready to burst. Your slick and his precum mix together to soak your panties, the thin fabric turning see through as he hooks it over his cock to keep it pressed between your folds.
âFuck im gonna cum pretty girl, should cum in these fuckinâ flimsy panties and ruin emâ then stuff them in your mouth as i stuff this pussyâ he growls out, his words making your pussy throbbing and your head spin, your head nodding frantically desperate for him to do exactly that. âYeah baby? Want me to do that?â He taunts, a lopsided smirk glued to his lips as he leans in closer, forehead pressed against yours while your tears continue to fall down your cheeks, your eyes turning red and puffy the longer you cry out in pleasure.
âPlease Edâs yes!~ please need you to cum and i need you to fuck me pleaseâ you moan out, a deep stasifaction settled in eddie at your plea and he surges forward to press his lips to yours muffling your whines. Your thighs burning from grinding desperately against him, the last string of Eddie's snaps just as you dig your nails into his biceps and cry out his name into the heated frantic kiss. Hot ropes of cum spurt out and coat the inside of your panties and paint your puffy folds. Not stopping his thrusting Eddie grabs his cock that's still sandwiched under your now ruined panties and guides his still leaking tip to your entrance. Pulling away from your lips, he slaps his hand over your mouth just as he pushes inside you in one sharp hard thrust. A cry of pleasure and maybe some pain falls from your lips, along side a long line of curse muffled agianst his rough hand as he fucks up into the wet heat of your pussy that clenches down on him.
âMy pretty bestfriendâs gonna be such a good fuckinâ cock drunk whore, all fâme now, all mineâ all you can do in nod in respone, your eyes nearly rolling back in pleasure.
â a/n: I rushed the end of this so i could get it out today and get back on track with kinktober lmao and somehow its still 2 thousand words and some change lmao but anyway enjoy loves give me feedback and tell me if something is misspelled this wasnt read over as im tired.
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VOID STATE EXPLAINED: HOW TO GET THE LIFE YOU DREAM OF á„«áĄ
A TELL-ALL GUIDE TO THE METHOD EVERYONE IS TALKING ABOUT
so in my asks i have alot of people going âsai, you always go on and on and on and on about the void and different problems people may have, but you never explain what it is and how to get thereâAnd to be honest with you, most of my posts were meant to be that way because i knew of other blogs explaining the void and my blog was just meant to be follow up posts for those who already knew about the void. Although, now i feel more confident and equipped to explain the void in its entirety.
so strap in for this long ass post because this is a gonna be THE guide (if you canât tell iâm very excited for this post)
i just wanna say that this post is an inspiration and a remix of all those that have inspired me
1. What is the void?
so as you can see yourself and life right now is you in the physical plane (the notorious 3D) you are experiencing the world as *your name* *your lastname*, and your experience is confined by the way that you initially came into the world, being y/n y/ln . The void, originally known as the âI AMâ state is when you leave that experience behind, you leave the physical world behind and become nothing and everything at the exact same time. And doing so you can create and destroy absolutely anything in your experience = your reality which is why people call their destination after the void their âdrâ=âdesired realityâ.
2. Why the void?
This method is seen as very effective and efficient once you know how to do it right because itâs a âmethodâ in which your subconscious mind is in full control, which means you can do absolutely anything and thatâs not some conspiracy or belief, it is a fact that when entering this subconscious-based meditation state that you can do absolutely anything, which is why i said that you have the power to create and destroy anything in the physical plane, altering your experience. You can change your genetics, your family and friends, your wealth, gender, where you live and much more. You can also redesign things, like a country for you to live in, your age, your s/oâs age, your memories and just your life in general. Just one trip to the void and all that you dream of is yours.
The void doesnât have to be pitch black you can design it anyway you like, i see alot of people in my dms and asks, saying that the pitch black scares them, but your void can look anyway you want.
personally iâm not scared but i just wanted my void to look cute so i added pink stars to the pitch black
3. How do i get to the void?
There are many ways to get into the void, you can follow a guided many meditation, you can listen to subliminals or waves, you can simply affirm, you can visualise, or you can simply do none of these and go into the void with just the intent, KNOWING that itâs apart of you. You donât need any method to tap into the void, all you need is yourself and the intent, knowing itâs apart of you and not some magical fairyland. You can enter at anytime of day, because youâre a god and donât need to be confined to âtimeâ. âTimeâ is a malleable concept and iâll be dammed if you guys waste your days because you only believe that you can tap in at night.
4. Problems people have with the void
3 things: wavering, laziness and putting the void on a damn pedestal
a lot of you guys fail to enter the void simply because you try to enter. all the things i have said about the void make it almost impossible to believe, a golden ticket to your dream life with one trip to the void. And because of the fact that we have been conditioned to believe that we have to work for everything we have, this just seems to good to be true. and you see the void as some magical place when itâs YOU, the void is YOU, why do you think you affirm âI Amâ? well itâs because the void is literally the state of you being everything but nothing, it is not a place it is a state, hence the void STATE, the âI Amâ STATE. itâs a meditative state and thatâs it.
When you enter the "I AM" state, why do you affirm phrases like "I am, I am pure consciousness, I am the void, I am unattached to any reality, I am faceless and formless"? It's because these affirmations align you with your divine essence, your true God Self. However, this practice is often short-lived. You enter this state briefly, and when you don't experience any immediate changes or wake up in the same shitty reality, you begin to doubt. You think, "Why hasn't it worked? I must be doing something wrong. I'll try again tonight." This is what wavering looks like. You declare yourself to be in the "I AM" state, but when it doesnât immediately manifest, you believe it hasn't worked and attempt to re-enter it repeatedly. This endless cycle of trying can confuse your subconscious mind. Instead of truly embodying the state, you're constantly oscillating, creating inconsistency and doubt.
STOP TRYING AND START BEING, OR YOU WILL GET NOWHERE
the void is the easiest thing ever and it is owed to you, because it is you
you can literally enter right now and have every single thing youâve ever wanted, with just a meditation state, the void isnât the one with the power itâs you. The void is inside of you and it is lifeless, the only time it gains any power is when YOU step into the equation. As i once said, the void is your bitch not the other way around.
5. Unhealthy relationships
Although the void is one of the best methods i know, i would hate for anyone to accumulate an unhealthy, toxic relationship with the void. The void is as easy as breathing, i know, but it can be alot for some of us to wrap our heads around due to the way we have been conditioned to think (which hurts my heart more than you know). I see people spend months and years trying to get into the void going through an emotionally taxing experience with it. Although i tell people it doesnât matter how much time youâve âwastedâ and not to let that discourage you because you could really enter now if you put your mind to it (no pun intended) , if you know that it has been eating you up trying for the void going around a constant cycle, please take a break or use other methods.
now with that i say go, go and redesign yourself, deconstruct yourself and create the new you, start from scratch and make your dream self, go to the void and get your dream life.
donât try, just be đđ
i really hope you loved this as much as i do, now go get your dream life -salem á„«áĄ
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Yandere Naga King // Part 2
Part 1
Shian is the King of the Naga, the valued birthright of his family to one day earn the tribeâs respect as they murder the reigning King if they donât offer their service to the heir. Many other tribes and kingdoms may say this is brutal but it was his way of life.Â
âMy King! A warrior of the canine race was found on our bordersâhow would you like to proceed?â
âThe same we always have. Devour them.â
âYes, my King.â
It was how his family established a kingdom in a world where the human kingdom was in the mood to acknowledge different tribes as kingdoms. Word has it that a hero had come to the humans that would unite all the separate tribes with some peacekeeping power. Naturally, Shian thought such a thing was the stuff of dreams; instead was planning to make the journey to gauge the threat of this new being. But of course his strength brings so much attention the chatty little snakes couldnât help sharing about the oddest thing.
âDid you? Did you hear?
âYes! Yes, I did! So beautiful! A beautiful thing!â
âA naga youngling! A naga youngling and their human parent!âÂ
âWhat a sight! What a sight to behold.â
Granted this news was not delivered maliciously but that didnât matter to Shian. As King of the Naga it was his duty to protect the clear separation of all humans and Nagas. History and biology spoke volumesâNagas are the better creatures. Shian was more eager than anything to prove this, especially on the journey to observe eliminate the hero meant to unite them all. But of course, this changes when he meets you.
âOh (Y/n)! I saved our dearest Nox from a wild boar and I saved the body for a hearty meal!!! Canât I come inside now!â
âNo!â
âPlease!? Wouldnât you like it if I didnât break the window, this time?â
Since heâs met you everything has changed. Now that heâs discovered that his destined mate is a fiery little human heâs had no choice but to reconsider. Now he can adore your flaws as a human and admire your unique traits even more. His skepticism about other humans hasnât completely gone away but heâs plenty more merciful now that he has you to woo.Â
âHISSS State your name and business human!â
â-I-I- just wanted to deliver the fruits I always do sir!â
âHmm my mate did mention something about their usual shipmentâŠ.fine but thank your stars Iâve decided not to gorge myself on those eyes of yours.â
âY-y-yes Sir!â
Not to mention you have an adorable little Naga son! Not that he finds Nox particularly cute on his own but itâs the words he parrots from you that make him a delight to be around. Itâs a biological thing that Nagas interested in a mate arenât fond of their children previous or otherwise. Even when theyâre created together, thereâs a strong chance that paternal love humans expect may never appear. But heâs found when he acts as though thatâs what heâs doing you excuse more of his behavior.
âNow to strike with your tail youâll have to shift your weight like this."
âOh I see!â
âYesâŠgood jobâŠâ
âAre you looking back at the window, again?â
âWell of course I am! You said they were looking, right?!â
He does find that the more time he finds with Nox he doesnât hate him. Heâs sure if he was any other little snakeling in his kingdom heâd fully be invested but this is the snakeling in the way of attaining his mateâs complete attention. This is why itâs easier to blame him than accept youâre not very interested in giving him your attention anyway. It does annoy him that Nox isnât unaware of this. The little narc snakeling is happy to string him along; baiting him with his praises to you to learn things from him.
âWhat?! I thought you werenât watching the fight?!â
âI didnât but the forest talks. So how do you move so fast across the forest like that?â
âHmph thatâs a secret. Family secret, actually.â
âOh, thatâs a shameâŠguess I ought to tell them you could never see us being a family.â
âWhat?! Thatâs not what Iââ
âGuess I'll call out in one. Two. Threââ
âOkay okay pay attention Iâm only showing you once.â
âYes!â
In the Naga King's heart of hearts he kind of really loves likes this domestic life with you two. It feels as though the whole world is right when he can spend all day following and pestering you as he learns more about you. But it wonât stay that way forever. And unfortunately, his entourage and advisors will find him. Reminding him of that pesky hero he has to eat meet. Itâs simple to debate with his team about taking you with him or sending you back home to his newly constructed castle. Of course, he neglects to ask your opinion on the matter and must reap the consequences.
âMy (Y/n)...why are all of my servants tied on the drying line?â
âThey started moving my stuff. I thought I told you and your little buddies to stop touching my house.â
â But how are we supposed to move you to my castle?â
âWhat?!â
â(Y/n)...please put down the knife!â
After talking you down committing his entire entourage to chores you wanted done he ordains that you should try accompanying him on his mission to the human kingdom. Leaving out the part about the hero he suggests that he leave some of his servants to tend to your home and babysit Nox. This is entirely so that he can convince you to come to his castle one day. Not just so he can enjoy some alone time with you. And while youâd like to refuse Nox thinks itâs awesome. When you arenât chasing the Naga servants away they regard him with kindness and very giving. And itâs that same observation that has you kissing Nox goodbye as you depart for the human castle.
âAlright, Nox be goodâŠtry not to grow up too much while Iâm gone.â
âOf course notâŠif you want I can send my shedded tail skin to you so you can âsee me grow up. â
âNox donât do that. Thatâll be weird.â
âI thought so too but the others say itâs an endearing thing.â
Itâs going to be hard, returning to civilization. Since youâve been isekaiâd you limited almost all of your interactions with other humans and now you were going to meet the protagonist. But you wouldnât let your mind be completely occupied because you would be distracted by the obsessed Naga king.
Part 3: ....
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