#FUCKING MIXED WEIGHT WHO EVEN CAME UP WITH THIS
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Bad Idea, Right?
summary: You haven't heard from her in a couple months, but one single phone call and you simply tripped and fell into her bed. You don't dare to tell anyone in who's sheets you are, but it was casual; can't two people reconnect? That might have been the biggest lie you've ever said.
warnings:Â Dom!Wanda, Top!Wanda, Sub!Reader, Bottom!Reader, D/s dynamics, Wanda is older than R (No specific age is mentioned), Wanda is referred to be taller than R (no specific height), ex-lovers, second chance romance, nipple stimulation, hickies, fingering (R receiving), Objectification (R is called a 'fucktoy' once) , light choking, praise, degradation , please let me know if there's more
MEN AND MINORS DNI
author's note:Â English isn't my first language ;D and this is my first time writing smut, so please bear with me on both topics
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âJust turn it already!â you heard Kateâs yell, the sound echoing from what you assumed was the kitchen. You were barely paying attention, your legs lazily tangled around a plush pillow, body slumped back into the deep, inviting cushions of the comfortable couch that the Bishop's residence offered. It was a trap for the perfect slumber, one that you had fallen into many times.
Kateâs apartment had yet to disappoint when it came to comfort, a space that had been indirectly chosen as the go-to âstopâ for your group. Perhaps it was because you couldnât remember actually sleeping after the drinks had already made themselves at home in your system, or maybe it was because the late-night conversations stretched on until dawn, coaxing your eyelids to close without a second thought.
But today, you were fucked up. It wasnât merely your body that ached; it was the weight of the entire week pressing down on you, squeezing out any remnants of peace you mightâve found. And suddenly, nothing was working. The headache lingered stubbornly, a relentless throb that kept itself known even after the vodka mixed with passion fruit that sat half-finished on the coffee table. Somewhere between the walls, Kate, Yelena, and Peter were pouring drinks down their throats, their usual antics harmlessâmost of the timeâand comfortingly familiar. Usually, you would be the one shaking their heads after each shot, attempting to intensify the warm feeling of the alcohol coursing through their veins. But tonight, you simply werenât in the mood to join in.
You heard the third buzz of your phone somewhere between your legs, the pillow, and the couch, the possible content doing nothing to spark your curiosity. Lazily, you searched for your mobile, freezing instantly as the content finally revealed itself.
Upcoming call from Maximoff.
Your drunken instincts kicked in before you could fully process the situation; you quickly answered the call and adjusted your posture on the couch, a nervous habit you still hadnât managed to shake off even after months apart.
âY/N.â
You first heard a sigh, followed by your name, and suddenly, it felt strange, as if it wasnât truly yours until she said it. Her voice was sharp, direct, and certain, just as it always was when she wanted something. You had to restrain yourself from sighing in response to her tone. Wanda had a knack for ensuring her undertone was unmistakable, her intentions loud and clear even through the silence that accompanied her words.
âY/N?â
She repeated, this time as a question. No undertone, no sighâjust a hint of confusion that you could almost picture settling into her face, accompanied by that adorable frown and slight tilt of her head. The thought of it sent a wave of panic coursing through you, prompting you to abruptly end the call. A heavy sigh escaped your lips as you tried to gather your thoughts. Suddenly, your mind was inundated with a flurry of notifications. You contemplated various responses: âHey Wanda,â âHi Wanda,â âSup,â mentally cursing yourself for the last one. You considered âWhat is it?â, âAre you okay?â ,âFuck you.â, "Fuck me". But in the end, you settled for a simple âhi wanda,â knowing she hated whenever her name was written without capital letters.
You could feel your heartbeat on every inch of your body. Uncomfortably pulsing and almost burning as if to remind you of how much Wanda Maximoff still affected you - not that you needed one, her hold on you made itself known every night; when it was late enough to hear the breeze touching the tree leafs and you had your hand buried between your legs, your index finger drawing teasing circles on the wetness that youâve found, and her name unconsciously escaping from your mouth.Â
The exchanged messages had you sighing, your mind trapped into a haze that, even from afar, Wanda knew exactly how to get you in; rather it was on purpose or not.Â
Throughout the months, your friends had been tortured by your thoughts. Your constant texts in the group chat, or never ending rants complaining about how much you missed your ex, had earned you a handful of complaints and curses enough to write a trilogy. They already knew by heart each and every protest youâd make about your past relationship. It was always about Wandaâs hugs, Wandaâs kiss, Wandaâs cooking, Wandaâs voice, Wandaâs hands, Wandaâs couch, Wandaâs - everything.. Kate wished out loud her desire to receive a nickel for every time she was obligated to hear that very same name, last name, and nickname come from your mouth.
The name, last name and nickname who was telling you to come over at that very moment. And yes, maybe you'd cursed every single member of her family over and over again, wished upon her future children an impossible ugliness âa thought you knew would never hold up, given that she looked like sheâd been handpicked by God himself. But then again, by the time Wanda sended you a teasing picture, called you by a sweet pet name, and then topped it off with a simple, "I miss you" you did not have any power over your own being anymore.
Before you knew it, your phone was slipped into your small black purse, and you were making your way toward the inebriated group of friends. Kate, noticing the purse strap on your bare shoulder, looked at you with a drunk pout. âWhere are you going?â she asked, her words slurring slightly as she grabbed your wrist.
âIâve got a terrible migraine⌠thought Iâd go home to rest a bit,â you replied, giving the girl a shy smile, trying your best to hide the real intentions behind that decision. Kate and the others launched into a half-hearted effort to convince you to stay, almost begging for you to spend a little more time with them and sleep at the Bishopâs residence. But their words barely registered. All you could hear was the soft echo of Wandaâs textââmake it 20â - you'd rather ignore the first part of the message for the sake of your underwear âburning insistently in your mind. With a quick kiss on each of their cheeks, you ducked out of their grasp and slipped out of the building, your steps quickening with each floor you passed.
You slid into the driverâs seat, pausing for a moment to consider what you were doing. Were you really wrecking all your plans with your best friends for that woman? yes. Was it honestly worth it to see Wanda after all these months apart? yes. Was it worth the actual migraine youâd probably end up with, giving in to something you already knew would end the same way? yes
Without reaching any real conclusions, your fingers moved on their own, starting the car's engine in one familiar motion. Wandaâs address blinked on the displayâan unknown location, yet somehow instinctive. You didnât think twice before following it, your heart pounding as you watched the traffic lights change colors.
You look at the building through your window. A what seemed to be a quiet place, with no more than four floors and a few balconies with flowers. You took a deep breath next, sending Wanda a text while waiting inside the comfort of your car.
With each step you took, your breathing grew heavier, almost labored, as if the weight of anticipation was the only thing your body could process. The strap of your bag, though light, now felt like it was searing into your skin, a reminder of what was waiting, or rather who was waiting for you. Your calves ached with each stride, an all-too-familiar burn that reminded you of the countless times Wanda had called you in the middle of the night, her voice always assertive with a sweet, demanding, urgent, undertone. Every nerve seemed attuned to the memory of those late-night rendezvous, your body tense with the knowledge of what lay ahead, and yet unableâunwillingâto stop.
And with a single turn, there she was. Her hair, now a rich, dark brunette - a contrast to the auburn color youâd always known - complimented her features like any other could, although, if you could be honest, youâd say that to any color on the rainbowâs entirety as long as it was on her. Her smirk, almost boor, sends shivers down your spine, reminding you of what you were getting yourself into with that simple look.
She stood there, her back casually pressed against the doorpost and body contoured by a single lay of fabric, a simple lace nightgown colored in a deep crimson tone, a piece of fabric that you had never seen before. It hugged all the curves of her body, leaving just enough to imagination but more than you could possibly handle right now. The image made a possessive, jealous, nature want to come out of your being. Although you did make yourself overcome the overwhelming urge to pull her into the room, out of any sight that was not your own; begrudge still lingered inside you, caused by her initiative of standing on the door like that, where anyone could see her wearing something so informal, so inviting.
Before you knew it, you found yourself standing in front of her, your eyes locked in a silent exchange for a few seconds that felt like an eternity. The air was thick with mutual tension, an unspoken energy crackling between you. In a swift motion, Wanda reached out and grasped the strap of your bag that clung to your shoulder, pulling you effortlessly into the apartment. The door clicked shut behind you, your body now pressed against the cold surface, an intense contrast to the hot kisses that were now displayed on your neck and collarbone.Â
Wandaâs hands grabbed your purse, tossing it onto the familiar couch in the living room with a casual flick of her wrist. In an instant, her body was pressed against yours like second nature, a sense of urgency irradiating through both of your bodies. Her right hand now on your thigh, pushed you more against the door, her grip possessive as a growl left her lips at the outfit you chose.
âWhy are you wearing pants?â She boldly complained. Saying it casually as if she had seen your face everyday for the past months. It was as if she hadnât spent countless nights searching through her phone for memories of the two of you. If she were to count that, then she truly had seen your face every day, of every week, of every month youâve been apart, but itâs not like sheâd ever tell you that. So instead, Wanda pretended to act normal, a decision that made anger boil on your veins, but you opted on playing into her gaming, giving in to what she wanted.Â
âItâs cold, I was at Kateâsâ it was a simple explanation, but one that Wanda was all too familiar with, so she just nodded her head along with your words. Her hands now climbing the curves of your body and resting on your neck, fingers applying enough pressure so you know itâs there, but not enough to make you moan and beg. And she knows that. Wanda knows that if she applies a little more pressure on her fingers, youâll be whining unwittingly, the sweet sound escaping your lips even before you could think of it. But sheâd rather wait. Taking in your soft features, the ones that she was too tired of seeing just through the confines of her phone screen; never being able to touch, just remembering like some kind of torture.
With a single finger, she tilted your jaw up to meet her eyes. A frown grew on your face once she just stared at you, you wondered what thoughts were swirling behind that penetrating stare; hoping it was the same as yours. No movement was made aside from the gentle caress of her thumb on your chin, tender like a feather but as vital as her stare. She moved impossibly closer and you envelope her waist in your arms in a familiar and intuitive action, hands moving below the delicate fabric of her nightgown, gently moving to the curve of her bum to caress her back tenderly.
Her thumb then moved to your bottom lip, tugging it down gently before pinching your chin, a teasing movement that made you smile, just like it always did. Likewise, a smile took control of her features before she gently bent down, meeting your already parted lips with hers.Â
Unlike you had thought, she kissed you slowly, tenderly, taking her time with your mouth as gently as she could, sliding her tongue through both of your lips, meeting yours with a small hum. Her breath mingled with yours, warm and inviting, filling you with a sense of belonging that had been missing for far too long. God, you've missed Wandaâs kiss
You tried to pull away, waiting to see her face, but she instantly pulled you back, murmuring a soft murmur of denial âUh Uhmâ. You had no recall if you spended the last seconds, minutes or hours kissing her like this, the next thing you noticed was the kiss turning even more heated with each passing seconds. Her lust showing not only on her lips but also in her hands, those that traveled relentlessly every inch of your body she could access.
Wanda tapped your thigh three times, quietly telling you to grab your legs around her. Which you gladly did, your arms now circling her shoulder the same way your legs tangled themselves around her midsection. She never once stopped kissing you, making her way through the unknown apartment to what you assumed - and not so secretly hoped - was her room.
Your assumption made itself true when she threw you in a soft bed, her hands quickly working to take off the pants she had complained about earlier, tossing them somewhere with a teasing smile. Her hands now turned to roughly grip your thighs, moving her body and fingers up towards you so that your back pressed against the headboard.Â
âDonât ruin itâ you murmured once Wandaâs hands settled on your collarbone, your shirt trapped in her palm as she held onto it until her knuckles turned white. You heard a huff pass through her natural red lips - a consequence of the immeasurable time you spent kissing her - as she took your shirt off gently, an intense contrast to her idea of just ripping it up.Â
Along with your bra, the rest of your clothes receive the same unknown destination of your pants with a casual toss. You pouted at her, hands on her waist to pull her closer in urgency, now hating the piece of fabric that made shivers run down your body when you first saw it, taking it only as an annoying, irritating, barrier between both of your heated bodies.
âDonât be a brat, Y/Nâ Wanda murmured, a low familiar tone which made you whine, recognizing what that meant even after the time apart. Your answer came with a quick shake of head, a defiance in your glare as to show you werenât agreeing with her on that; at least not after the torturous months where you had only your fingers and an old vibrator hidden in the last drawer of your bedside table.
She sighed, galled at your reaction. To prove you wrong, her hands quickly parted your legs, pressing her knee against your center. In mock, she imitated your reaction, her lips parting open together with yours, a smirk on her face as she looked at you in amusement. Asking, without words, how long would you keep up the act she already knew all the words too.
"You have no idea how much I've missed you. Be a good girl, hm?" even if Wanda was asking, you knew better than to take that by anything other than a demand. So you weakly nod. Deciding on not fooling her, or you, anymore.
"Are you drunk?" she tenderly asks, her right hand angled perfectly on your breast as you felt the other pinning you down on the bed. You shook your head, the medium dose at Kate's house not being enough to inebriate you. Of alcohol? no. Of her? That's entirely different.
"Are you?" you asked, remembering vaguely of the bottle of liquor sitting lonely at her center table you've had a glimpse while she dragged you to the room. Wanda denied with her hand, pinching your already erect nipple. A moan emitted from deep inside you as she roughly played with the already sore protruding part.
"Always so sensitive" She murmured, bent down to whisper in your ear, placing a soft kiss on the side of your face. "Did you miss me too, Y/N?"
How could I not? The thought echoed in your mind, undeniable. But feeding her ego wasn't something you were looking for right now, her smirk already wide enough as it was.Â
She chuckled dryly, biting on your earlobe "Ah, ah... you know how this works, baby. Answer me" Wanda replied to your weak nod. Her hand on your waist now moving dangerously down, squeezing your inner thigh.
"Yes. Yes, Wanda. I've missed you too" came your response, as weak as your nod. The woman smiled, revelling on that pleasurable look on your face. Her hands playing with the waistband of your already drenched underwear. A whine escaped from your lips once she perfectly placed her thumb on your clit through the wet spot of the fabric, a hot tongue now circling your nipples, making you arch your hips towards her.
You were all too familiar with Wanda's teasing. The way her light fingers would run through every single corner of your body, never applying pressure on where you want, but enough to send shivers down your body. She took her time, wondering how long it would take until you were completely, broken, desperate. If you were familiar with her teasing, Wanda was familiar with your body, she knew every knot that made your eyes roll and legs twitch; she knew every word that would make your clit pulse just beneath her fingers.
âStill think this was a bad idea, Y/N?â she asked boldly, her voice low, taunting, with that teasing smirk that made you want to both kiss and slap her all at once. Not indulging her needs you nodded your head, your lips sealed, hiding the moan your body craved to let out.Â
Wanda chuckled, moving your panties to the side as her index finger ran across your folds. She smiles at the sharky breath you let out, always loving to prove you wrong. âHm⌠is that so, baby? Then why is this pussy dripping wet for me?â Before you knew it, her finger was inside the confines of your mouth, making you suck your own arousal off of it. âAre you going to deny that as well?â
You knew Wanda well enough to know that she didnât expect an answer, at least not with your tongue circling her finger. Her other hand quickly worked to rip your underwear; her finger, now wet from your mouth, circling your neck, applying the pressure you were searching for since she dragged you into the apartment. She wanted to hear your complaint about the destroyed fabric, one that came as soon as you heard the noise. The first one of your underwear being ripped and the second one caused by the pop of her finger once she forced your sucking to come to a stop. âWanda!âÂ
âIf youâre going to complain I might have to stuff this pretty mouth with something other than my fingersâ She challenged, as if you didnât know this was exactly what she was looking for. âIs that what you want, Y/N?â
Wandaâs questions were all rhetoric, her teasing way of nudging you into that soft, hazy headspace she adored seeing you in. And, of course, you knew that, but you let her lead you there anyway. Revelling in the feeling just as much as she did. You felt the urge to respond, even if she wasnât technically waiting for an answer. So you shook your head with conviction, your resolve melting under her gaze.
Wanda chuckled, spreading your legs as her fingers settled between them, one hand running through your folds, collecting the wetness at your entrance; and the other slowly circling your bundle of nerves, pinching it occasionally just so she could see you jump. You had no recall of the time she spent toying with your body, but her lips had a smile into it as her gaze burned on your pink folds, your wetness now on your inner thighs, almost reaching her white bed sheets.
âWandaâ You called her, your voice a bare whisper as you whined, back arching towards her along with your waist that tried to reach her fingers to somewhere else other than your clit. Her bedsheets clinged into your body, getting messier with each movement, mimicking your hair.Â
âYes? What do you need, pretty girl?â Her words made you whine softly, your hands clutching at her nightgown with urgency. You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment, feeling the warmth of her presence before looking up at her with a pout, the need in your gaze unmistakable. Wanda smiled, bent down to whisper against your lips, her free hand tightening her grip around your neck. âWhiny, whiny girl⌠if I hadnât missed you so much I would make you beg right now. Not tonight thoughâ
At the relieved look on your face Wanda raised her eyebrow, her features unable to hide the amusement expression on her face. âWell, I wonât make you beg⌠but youâve already forgotten your manners?â
âPlease, Wanda⌠Please..pleaseâ
âGood girlâ
You honestly couldnât recall if you moaned due to her words or the two fingers finding their way inside your drenched cunt. But either way, your waist was moving desperately against her fingers as she curled them inside of you, finding that oh so sweet spot within seconds. She played with your clit with her free hand, not so gently toying with the already simulated bundle of nerves. Green orbs gently searched for all of your reactions, not daring to miss a single thing about your features, she has missed you enough to deprive herself from that by now.
âHow many times did you touch yourself thinking about me, love?"Â
A lot, and you both knew that. You couldnât point one single time where her eyes werenât inside your head while your fingers were inside your pussy. Youâve tried to mimic her movements; tried to picture the words she used to tell you. And, if you were honest, you only had an orgasm on your own because at least three of your thoughts were about her. Nothing was more arousing than Wanda Maximoff. Although none of this escaped the confines of your head, it didnât take a mind reader to know the reason behind your crimson cheeks and incessant whines.
âPoor baby⌠youâre so needy without meâ - Her voice was sweet, sweet enough to be degrative as she looked at you. Eyebrows almost touching and lips pouting. A perfect look of faux sympathy.Â
By the time Wanda increased her speed, you were already a mess. Legs twitching, eyes rolling back, back arching forward and arms searching for her. Wanda thought she would cum just from the sight, your pretty body so vulnerable, looking for her in despair, practically begging for anything she could think of giving you.
âYouâre so wet⌠I can feel you squeezing my fingers, my love. Tell me, did you miss being my little slut?â
Youâve missed Wandaâs voice. Was the first thing you thought when the words met your ears. The second was a moan. A loud, desperate moan at her words. Unfortunately for you, moans werenât enough for Wandaâs hunger now. So when no reply came from you abused pink lips, Wanda made sure that other parts of your body were pink too. You swear you could cum right there once her palm roughly met your ass, and then your clitoris, and then your ass again. Itâs not like you hadnât been degraded, or praised, or spanked in this span of months. But how youâve missed Wandaâs hands. After all, no one does it like a Maximoff.Â
âYes! Yes, Wanda, Yes! Iâve missed being your little slut. Pleaseâ You begged - cried. Words falling off your mouth like dominoes.
People say that to be loved is to be heard, and Wanda absolutely loved hearing you. The soft pleas and breathy whispers slipping from your lips as she decided what to do with you were music to her ears, each sound a reminder of the hold she still had over you, the confidence youâve had in her. Others may say that to be loved is to be seen, which she couldnât agree more, remembering the soft mornings were your legs were tangled around hers, your stable breath against her neck as she watched you sleep peacefully, insistent locks of hair blocking her view from your whole face as she let out a huff and gently pushed them aside, trying to savor every detail of those quiet moments, even through her memories.Â
Whether love meant to be seen or heard, Wanda knew she would give every single sensation and feeling to you. She would See, Hear, Smell, Taste and especially Touch you for all her life. The intensity of her devotion now was almost laughable compared to her actions months ago. But sheâd give every part of herself to you, even if that was one of the parts of her that she always kept hidden, specially from you.
As she looked at you, she noticed your breathing becoming more labored, a series of soft whines escaping your lips. Your hips moved instinctively, seeking out her fingers. The ones that were already pounding inside of you fast and rough.Â
âOh. Youâre gonna cum? I know baby.. I knowâÂ
Wanda cooed, bending down so that her lips were almost touching yours. As you tried to kiss her, you felt the air being blocked from your throat as her hand found home there once again. Her voice sweetly founding your ears as she displayed marks just below your earlobe.
âCum for me, Y/N. Show how much youâve missed being my fucktoyâ
If your trembling legs werenât enough a sign to show her that your orgasm was close, the sound coming from your lips mostly certainly got the job done. The feeling of her fingers trapped inside your stimulated walls and her sweet words on your eyes made you see stars even before you came undone beneath her.
âOh.. Good girl. Uhum⌠just like that, honeyâ
Fortunately, or not, Wanda wouldnât be stopping until your sixth orgasm under her tongue. Making you so overstimulated that just the bare feeling of her knee against your pussy had tears falling down on the side of your face.Â
Whether it was the exhaustion of your overworked body or the steady rhythm of Wandaâs heartbeat beneath your head, you couldnât tell. But youâd never felt such peace in your life. The warmth of her body against yours and your legs so perfectly tangled together made you wonder how youâd ever managed to sleep without this.
When the rays of sun managed to overcome the dense curtain in the room, enlightening everything it reached, Wanda was already awake. Her fingers light, as to not wake you up, tracing your features softly. Wanting to crave in her mind how your cheeks felt so soft beneath her fingertips, how you hummed in your sleep and unconsciously searched for her waist, pressing your bodies even closer.Â
Wanda let out a soft, annoyed sigh as stray locks of your hair slipped across your face, obscuring her view. Carefully, she brushed them back behind your ear, her fingertips lingering just a moment longer than necessary. She gazed at you with a tenderness so raw that, had you been awake to see it, you might have buried your face against her collarbone, overcome with emotion.
Reluctantly, Wanda forced herself to slip out of the bed, carefully breaking free of your intense grip, prying your arms from around her with care. She paused for a moment, looking down at you, and then carefully pulled the covers up to shield your goose-pimpled skin. Satisfied that you were tucked in, she quietly made her way to the bathroom, the soft sound of her steps barely breaking the silence.
Maybe it was the soft hum of the shower, the sunlight streaming directly onto your face, or the subtle emptiness beside you that stirred you awake. Your eyes fluttered open, landing on the closed bathroom door. You sighed, small whines of complaint slipping out as you forced your sore body, scanning the room for something to wear as your own clothes were in some corner still to be found. Without a second thought, you padded over to Wandaâs closet, grabbing a pair of her cozy gray sweatpants. You slipped them on, feeling an instant relief as they shielded your bare legs from the chilly morning airâa warmth that, until now, had only been Wandaâs. Her hoodie was quickly on your body as you stretched yourself.Â
Blindly making your way to the living room, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings; a cozy apartment when compared to the fancy uptown building Wanda used to call home back in your days together. our eyes quickly found your purse, discarded in the corner of the couch. You reached for it, quickly pulling out our phone that, to your surprise, still had battery, the screen lighting up with a soft glow.
Upcoming call from âAlcohoesâ
You playfully rolled your eyes, You threw yourself onto the couch, the cushions welcoming your tired body - how youâve missed Wandaâs couch - as you accepted the call from your friend group.Â
âDo you guys really have to friend-group call me?â You complained as soon as you got the call.Â
Wanda stepped out of the shower, her body now relaxed and enlaced around another nightgown. She frowned once she noticed you were nowhere inside her room, But her answer quickly came as she heard your voice coming from the living room.
Wanda stepped out of the shower, steam still lingering in the air as she wrapped herself in a fresh nightgown, the fabric clinging to her skin. She frowned when she noticed you werenât in the room, unsuccessfully searching the room for any sight of you that were not your clothes discharged near her bedside table. A quiet frustration bubbled up inside her, but it didnât take long for her to get an answer. Your voice floated in from the living room, carrying faintly through the apartment, a sound that instantly pulled her attention away from the emptiness of her room.
She arrived just in time to catch the tail end of your conversation, a faint smirk tugging at her lips as she watched you say your goodbyes. Without a word, she approached quietly, her steps soft against the floor. The moment you ended the call, her body settled over yours, her warmth pressing you into the couch, her weight a familiar comfort. Wanda's smile grew as she leaned in, her face inches from yours as her body pressed you against the couch.Â
âSo youâre lying to your friends now?â - She teased, kissing you jawline before taking your phone from you, tossing it as carefully as she could on the other side of the couch.Â
âIâm not lying. I told them I was asleep. Itâs the truthâ you murmured back, a smirk on your face as you caress her skin with the tip of your fingers. Wanda thought for a moment, her index finger running up and down your jawline before she whispered âBut you never said whereâÂ
âDo you want me to tell my friends whose sheets Iâm in, Wanda? Are you going to tell yours?â You challenged, eyebrows rising as you features that Wanda had adored for hours showed an amusement expression.Â
âTouchĂŠ, pretty girl. Letâs fetch you some breakfast. Shall we?â She grinned playfully, slipping her hand into yours and giving it a gentle tug, leading you toward the kitchen, her fingers laced with yours felt sending a pleasant warmth up your arm as she moved with purpose.Â
As Wanda moved through the kitchen, rummaging through cabinets and gathering ingredients, you hopped up onto the countertop, letting your legs swing back and forth as you watched her. She was only a few steps away, her expression so focused and casual, that made your heart ache. The sight of her like this felt so intimate that it hurted. Even now, with her close enough to reach out and touch, you couldnât shake the longing that clung to you, a reminder of the distance you'd crossed to be here.
Wanda chuckled softly when she spotted you perched on the countertop, a glint of amusement in her eyes as she approached, sliding effortlessly between your legs. Her hands found their way to your waist, grounding you as she looked up with a teasing smile.
âYou know,â she murmured, her gaze flicking over to a nearby stool, âthereâs a perfectly good seat right there.â
âOh.. really? I didnât realizeâ you smirk, faking surprised as you turned her head to where her gaze landed. âBrat,â Wanda murmured under her breath, a smirk ghosting on her lips as she took in the sight of you in her clothesâoversized and somehow fitting you perfectly at the same time. Her gaze lingered, softening as it traced over every familiar curve hidden under her sweater and sweats. She looked up, eyes meeting yours with that familiar glint.
âIâll deal with you later,â she promised softly, squeezing your thighs over the gray sweatpants before turning back to the stove to begin making the pancakes. It was strangeâhow the months of silence between you hadnât been addressed, how you were now sitting on her counter as if nothing had changed, nothing had been broken. The soft sounds of her moving around the kitchen, the rhythmic tapping of the spatula, the gentle hum of her presence, made everything else feel distant. You wanted to fight, to yell, to ask her why the hell it had taken so long to get here, but the way she moved, so calm and unbothered, made every word die in your throat.Â
Breakfast didnât take long to prepare. The scent of pancakes filled the air, a comfort you didnât realize you missed. Before you knew it, Wanda was placing a plate in front of the stool behind you, the warm food topped with fresh strawberries and bananas. She sets both the chocolate and honey syrups next to the plates. Silently inviting you to sit on the stool instead.Â
You did as she asked, hopping off the counter with a playful huff and making your way to the stool beside her. The moment you sat down, though, a frown tugged at your lips when you realized she wasnât sitting right next to you. Instead, she moved to the counter to grab the fresh orange juice, her back to you as she opened one of the drawers near the sink. It was a small, almost insignificant action, but it hit you harder than you expected. The sight of her grabbing the strainer made something heavy settle in your chest.
You knew she remembered. You knew she knew how much you hated the foamy texture of freshly squeezed juice. Sheâd always done this for youâeven if she complained, and teased and called you a child, - Sheâs always strained it every morning, without fail, just to make sure you didnât have to deal with the foam. And now, seeing her do it again, it was almost too much. The ache in your chest flared, and for a moment, you felt that familiar, painful sense of longing. It was like nothing had changed, even though everything had.
With the juice in front of you and Wanda standing by your side, you murmured a soft "Thank you," your voice barely above a whisper. You took a bite of the pancakes, the sweetness of the strawberries and bananas mixing perfectly with the warm, fluffy texture of the pancakes. You savored every bite, the familiar taste pulling at something deep inside you. Youâve missed Wandaâs cooking.Â
âIs it good?â She asked, looking at you with her face resting on her hand.
âItâs wonderful, Wandsâ You praised, the nickname making Wandaâs breath get lost in her throat as she had to pull herself together. âNo one does it like a Maximoffâ
âWhat?â she chuckled as she asked, her tone light but with an undercurrent of curiosity, her eyebrows slightly raised.
âItâs nothing.. Itâs just a joke Kate and I used to say after she hooked up with Pietroâ
This time, Wanda truly laughed, a genuine, unexpected sound that filled the air. The answer was nothing she had expected. She looks at you with a smile, her eyes wide, shocked yet amused to hear something like that.
âI honestly donât think I want to hear how that happenedâ
A silence rested in the room for a moment. It wasn't comfortable, yet it wasnât completely awkward eitherâjust an unspoken understanding hanging in the air. The soft clink of utensils against plates was the only sound, punctuated by the occasional sip of juice. Both of you ate the rest of the pancakes, chewing slowly, as if the quiet was part of the meal itself. The light from the window cast a gentle glow across the table, making the moment feel oddly serene, even if the silence remained a little too thick.
You got up from your seat, gathering both plates in your hands, and headed to the sink to wash them, returning the favor since she'd cooked the meal. The warm water ran over your hands as you scrubbed, but you suddenly felt your body tense when Wandaâs arms slipped gently around your midsection from behind. Her chin found a comfortable resting spot on your shoulder, her presence soft and grounding - Youâve missed Wandaâs hugs. Then, you felt the warmth of her lips as she placed a tender kiss on your neck, just where the edge of your hoodie left a small patch of skin exposed. It was a small, quiet moment, but it lingered, filling the air with something that felt unspoken yet deeply understood.
âI want to see you againâ She murmured against your skin. biting on it gently as to indulge you in agreeing.Â
âWanda..â You warned, you face barely over a whisper as you sigh, your head falling to the side as you continue to wash a mug. Not really paying attention but refusing to fully give in to the woman.Â
âI know.. I knowâ She sighs, tightening her grip. âBut canât two people reconnect?â
You closed your eyes tightly, feeling the weight of her words settle over you, each one resonating with an intensity that left you almost breathless. A heavy sigh escaped you, your chest rising and falling as you tried to steady yourself, but the impact was undeniable. You couldnât bring yourself to respond, feeling the weight of silence say more than words could in that moment.
âIt can be casualâ she tried once again. Even if the phrase went against her beliefs, she'd do anything to make you agree, nothing mattered more in that moment than reaching you, convincing you.Â
âLiarâ It was all you managed to say.Â
But you were right, and both of you knew it. The truth hung between you, undeniable and clear. You and Wanda were too intense to be just casualâthere was too much fire, too much depth simmering beneath the surface. Every glance, every touch felt charged, as if holding back a force neither of you could ignore. There was no pretending, no easy way to make it something light. What you shared demanded more, something deeper, something that couldnât be confined to the surface.
âYeah. Youâre right. I donât want nothing casual when it comes to youâ
You lazily dried your hands with the dishcloth she kept by the sink, your movements slow and almost reluctant. Turning around, still wrapped in her arms, you looked up at her, a hint of defeat in your eyes. Her gaze met yours, and you felt the weight of everything unsaid pressing between you.
âThis is a bad ideaâ You whispered as you felt her warm hands cupping your cheeks. Her thumb sweetly caresses the skin just like she had done it the other night.Â
"No... It'll be a bad idea if I continue to live without having you here," she murmured, her voice vulnerable and sweet, like you'd never heard it before. The softness in her tone caught you off guard, as if every word was wrapped in a quiet honesty, the kind that made her seem more fragile than youâd ever imagined. Her eyes held yours with an intensity that spoke volumes, and for the first time, you saw a side of her that was completely unguarded, raw and full of longing.
So you nodded your head, a quiet agreement settling in your chest. The thought of not having her, of continuing on and only ever complaining about how you didn't have her, seemed almost unbearable now.Â
Because just like your friends have heard countless times. Youâve missed Wandaâs hands, Wandaâs kisses, Wandaâs hugs, Wandaâs couch, Wandaâs cooking,. You missed Wanda in her entirety. You wanted to hear, to feel, to taste, to touch, to look at her everyday.Â
And if this was a bad idea, youâd rather see the movie all over again, even if the ending ached too much. It was better than not having her at all. It was enough.
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Yeah tell me Forbes aren't we ready for the MiXed-wEiGHt ReLAtioNshIP???
Or aren't we ready to
â¨Let the women fucking live in their bodies like it's nobody's businessâ¨
#FUCKING MIXED WEIGHT WHO EVEN CAME UP WITH THIS#jesus christ#istg if i was in US i would drive to the nearest gas station buy a gun and blow my head off#fatphobia#feminism#sexism#tw weight#bridgerton
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:¨ ¡.¡ ¨: ŕ¨ŕ§ somno w toji
somno with toji never works :( heâs simply too big, and any part of him inside of you would wake you up in an instant, no matter how deep of a sleeper you are.
you proved this true the one time toji came home later than normal from a weighted job, scruffy and worn. yearning for some love from his dearest, cutest wife, jittery at the thought of your sweet lips against his own, and your soft skin pliant against his.
although worried, you had put yourself to sleep on the couch outside of your guyâs bedroom, a plated meal warmed and covered in a wrap for his hoped upon arrival. upon staggering upon the doorstep, fidgeting the key into the hole to get the lock open, heâs greeted by the soft, warm atmosphere of what hes able to call home.
his eyes set on your pliant body sprawled across the couch, body sunk into the soft pillows beneath you. your snoozy face on display due to you laid on your side, and a little knit blanket limps across your tummy. youâre wearing one of his over-sized shirts with a thin pair of panties, delicate lace and a strung bow that details the rim of it.
although originally admiring your soft body laying so peacefully, he canât help the way his eyes divert to the sight of your chubby cunt, hugged so snugly by the crotch of your panties.
itâs adorable, honestly.
he makes his way towards you with ill intentions, dropping his belongings as he strides towards you.
soft snores reverberate through your body, paying no mind to the huge man mounting you from the side. he curses himself silently when all he can imagine is a sweet imagine of your is your fucked our face imprinted in his head, cute drooly mouth and crystalline tears painting your cute cheeks. his ears ring with your little mewls and cries of his name, little hand grappling at his much larger bicep trying your best to ask for a kiss.
he feels his cock ache and throb against your warm thigh as his mind surpasses all of these perfect moments, wasting no time before tugging at the silk embellishment of a belt, shimmying off his pants and discarding them on the ground. he hoists your soft leg onto his shoulder, shirt lifting along side it allowing him an open view to your perfect cunt, and your perfect slit. he doesnât know what to do with himself.
although racked with guilt, head pulsing with anger at his poor self control, he canât help but replay certain moments in his head; where youâd beg him to use you, conscious or not.
with honeydew tears rolling down your face, desperately holding the man impossibly close, mewling in his ear, âuse me, use me, use me !â and all you ask in return is a sweet kiss on the lips. he chuckles at the thought, you, who others assume to be such a dear, gentle as a fawn, cute as a doe, the most innocent of all, compared to the version of you only toji knows. heâs utterly blessed.
his mind acts as a record, one that doesnât stop playing, one which each and every film is of your sweet, sweet self. heâs not long into his fantasy before he finds himself mindlessly humping against your clad pussy, a thick layer of slick beginning to form from the simulation.
he lets out a mere laugh, tugging the crotch aside to be met with the prettiest sight of your worked up cunny. the sheen coat of arousal does nothing but highlight your pearly clit, and milky hole, all ready to take your favorite. your breath has labored, eyes squeezed tight, and cheeks flushed with a light rose, outcries for your dearest lover; âtoji, toji, daddyâ d . . daddy,â
his pride canât help but swell at cute commentary unconsciously slipping from your lips; to know that even in youâre sleep, you were dreaming of him.
as his hand holds your panties aside, the other tugs his cock out from the confinements of his boxers, dragging the sloppy tip against your slit. he watches the two textures of arousal mix against eachother, his creamier pre blend into your clear slick. he can almost feel himself staring at the mess through heart-shaped lenses, obsessed with how your hole pulses around his mere cock head.
he feels your body twitch against his, leg shivering lightly, as you huff. much as if you had been awake, other than your usual whining and rushing, tugging at his much larger hips to hurry.
he finally lands above your hole, pressing lightly against the wet flesh, assuming heâs being diligent with his movements in order not to wake you. he watches as your soft cunt swallows his pudgy cock head as if itâs a right, fat lips hugging his cock head tight.
his technique doesnât work too well.
his mere tip sits comfortably inside you when he hears you whimper loudly at his initial movement, eyelashes fluttering as you wake yourself with heavy pants. your leg attempts to retract, but he keeps a easy grip in order to keep you still. your cries grow louder, completely oblivious as to whatâs happening around you in your woozy state. you flinch at the scarred hand that lays against the soft skin of your face,
âitâs jusâ me, honey. donât fret.â toji comforts, smiling at the way your head turns to face his, brows furrowing in confusion.
âo . . owieââ you react regarding his cock head protruding your cunny from below, ât-toji,â your hand grips at his fingers weakly, slowly adjusting to the âforeignâ feeling of his cock.
âmhm.. thatâs right, darling girl. yâslept well?â you shake your head quickly, pouting up at the man above you. he tilts his head to the side, anticipating your explanation.
â âs âcause you w-werenât home. m-missed yâso much, toji.â you sniffle, tugging his arm in order to pull him closer.
âoh, poor baby.â he replies solemnly, reaching down to press a loving kiss onto your forehead. you feel him nudge himself deeper, squeaking at the unprepped stretch.
âheh.. missed you so much too, doll. yâknow that?â he cups the side of your face, shallow and short thrusts of his cock. more than enough to get him off perfectly. you nod your head rapidly with shut eyes, fists clenched into little balls against your chest at the overwhelming simulation.
âyâr doinâ sâgood. âs almost over doll, t-then iâll put ya to sleep.â
âw-wait hnnâ m gonna cum !â
he snickers at your meek whines, teasing you slightly,
âalready? this pussyâs so sensitive, sweet doll.â
he knows itâs the mixture of you barely conscious, added onto the intense simulation of his cock pounding against your gummy walls over and over, but he loves the little helpless glare you shoot him, silently begging him to let you cum.
âplease, pleaseââ
âshh darlin,â no need to beg. cum, cum fâme, doll.â
and with a couple deep strokes, his cock overwhelmed by the way your cunt pulses and squeezes around him, he cums a potent load into the depths of your womb.
he jets a milky and viscous stream of thick cum into you, seemingly never ending as he slowly rides out his high by lazily humping into your spent cunt.
his eyes canât help but pace back and forth from your lewd expressions to the creamy mess below, watching his load spread across your chubby folds and dirty the inside of your thighs.
sweet whispers of âlove you, love you,â fall from the lips of the man, pressing wet kisses all over your face. you nuzzle against his face, kissing down his jaw, entertaining his needy behavior that you surely wouldnât see for a while.
#this is a lil too long but. terribly written </4#was too hornie 7-7 will prob revise soon !!!#jjk#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen smut#fushiguro toji x reader#toji <3#toji x you#toji smut#jjk toji#toji zenin#toji fushiguro#jujutsu kaisen toji#jujutsu toji#toji x reader#toji fushiguro smut#toji x y/n#drabbles ââ
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I desperately want butcher!simon to take me against the dingy couch in the break room, no sounds but the squeaking of the springs, my muffled moans from his hand covering my mouth, and his deep grunts as he pounds into me from behind.
just a quick little fuck in between customers, and he has to leave mid-fuck to go hand off a package of pre-ordered meat, and scares the ever loving fuck out of the guy who came in to pick it up
okay iâm gonna change this request slightly because I saw a video and it inspired something based on this ask đ
(ending updated)
c/w: nsfw content below, implications of non-con (none takes place, delivery driver assumes reader is being attacked by simon but this is not the case at all), reader is fully consenting, reader and simon are married, threats, degradation
the delivery driver had been waiting for a good ten minutes now, wondering where the pretty counter girl was who always gave him the usual package. not even that unsettling brute was there to help him so he did what he thought was the correct thing to do
operating under the assumption that someone may be hurt or in need of assistance, he walked around the counter and into the back of the butcher shop. alongside the somewhat eerie humming of the freezer coolers, all that could be heard was a repeat squeaking sound coming from the back office
but since there were no calls for help or cries of agony, the driver opened the office door as quietly as possible. the cause of the squeaking becomes evident when his eyes land on the couch in the corner of the room, where he finds the pretty counter girl and her frightening beast of a boss
there you lay, pinned against the old sofa by the crushing weight of the butcher. legs spread what seems like impossibly wide to accommodate the brutal snapping of his hips. the driverâs eyes widened at the sight before him, the rough hand clamped over your mouth and the tears slipping down your cheeks leads him to believe heâs walked in on a viscous attack
he hasnât been spotted yet, leaving him plenty of time to do the heroic thing and rescue you from the awful man who bunched up your skirt around your hips and ravaged you like you were nothing more than one the pieces of meat hanging in the freezer
but before he can, simon slips his hand from your mouth and the driver expects his hearing to become overwhelmed with pleas to stop. however, heâs shocked to hear almost pornographic moans slip from your throat instead. your hands that originally seemed pinned down under simonâs weight are suddenly pawing wherever they can reach
your head turns to catch simonâs lips in a sloppy kiss. tongues clashing, saliva mixing with moans as he whispers nasty things against you,
âfuckinâ slag, grabbinâ mâcock whilst Iâm workinââŚâ he grunts, slamming his hips into you harder. your hands settle on his ass, grabbing handfuls of the meaty flesh as leverage to push his cock deeper into your sobbing cunt
âcouldnât wait, couldâya? didnât wanna wait for me to take ya to bed like a proper husband should⌠donât worry, lovie. gonna give ya what you needâŚâ he continues, looking down to watch where his mean cock stuffs itself inside your pussy. all you can do is respond in drunken babbles of âmoreâ, âharderâ, and begging him to make you cum
the driver soons realises his mistake, ducking out of the door and adjusting his suddenly swelling cock in his trousers before heâs caught by your terrifying husband
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you come out to serve him about twenty minutes later, still looking as prim and proper as you always do. now the driver canât help but wonder how many times youâd spoken to him after being split open by your hulking husbands cock. to be honest, he still canât over the husband bit
before you can open your mouth to speak to him, simon appears behind you, pressed right up against your back but his glare is locked onto the man on the other side of the counter,
âgo. Iâve got this oneâŚâ he mumbles in your ear before sending you off with a pat to your bottom
the driver canât help but feel like heâs shit out of luck here. the transaction is awkward, uncomfortable and he really wishes he was dealing with you instead. at least you actually smile at him
he takes the package, ignoring the way simon purposefully tightens his grip when he tries to take it from him, making him struggle. the driver gives him an awkward smile before turning to leave the shop
âoi.â simon calls out to the driver once heâs at the door. he turns around to face the butcher who gives him a look that would make any grown man shit themselves
âif I catch ya trynna look at my bird again, youâll find yourself behind this counter for different reasons.â he snarls, glowering at the poor man who can only nod his head before darting out the door with no intentions of picking up a delivery from your shop ever again
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Hii! Do u write for xiao ?? If u do can u do with a amab reader who is extremely sensitive during sex and gets overstimulated really easily and cries??
A Hefty Price
Xiao x bttm m! thief reader
content warnings: slight dubcon, overstimulation, reader cries, Xiao is a little ooc bc heâs irritated and pissed here, mindbroken reader (fucked into oblivion), punishment sex (?)
note: hiya I didnât know if u wanted plot with it so I just did it, hope you enjoy đđŤś
You always thought you could get away with it. Xiaoâs warnings, his sharp glares, the low growl in his voice whenever he caught youâit had become almost a routine, something predictable. You'd brush off his words, slip through his fingers, and disappear into the night with whatever prize you'd set your eyes on.
Maybe thatâs why you kept going. Deep down, you believed Xiao would be lenient with you forever. That no matter how many times he cornered you, no matter how many times he said, âThis is your last chance," there would always be one more.
But tonight was different.
The moment you saw him step out from the shadows, his figure illuminated by the pale moonlight, you knew something had shifted. His eyes werenât just filled with the usual exasperation or annoyance. There was something darker, more primal, simmering beneath the surface.
You shouldâve stopped.
But instead, you smirked, brushing off the unease creeping up your spine. "What, are you here to lecture me again, Xiao?" you teased, trying to keep your voice light. "You know how this goes. Iâll be gone before you evenâ"
You never got to finish your sentence.
Xiao moved faster than youâd ever seen him before, closing the distance between you in an instant. One moment, you were standing, your usual bravado shielding you from the weight of his presence, and the next, you were pressed against the stone wall of Wangshu Inn, your wrists pinned above your head in a grip so tight it made you gasp.
"Xiaoâ" you choked, but the words were caught in your throat as you met his gaze. His golden eyes bore into yours, no longer just filled with warning, but with an animal like intensity that sent your pulse racing in a way that had nothing to do with fearâand everything to do with something far more dangerous.
"You think Iâll let this slide again?" His voice was low, rough, almost unrecognizable in its rawness. His face was mere inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. "That Iâll keep letting you walk away like nothing happened?"
His grip tightened around your wrists, his body pressing you harder against the cold stone. The sudden, brutal force of it made your heart stutter, a flicker of panic mixing with something else you didnât want to name. He wasnât just angryâhe was done. Done with your games, done with your teasing, and done with your refusal to take him seriously.
"You always brush off my warnings," Xiao growled, his voice so close, so filled with something dark and primal that it made your knees weak. "You think Iâll be lenient forever, that I wonât do anything to stop you."
You swallowed hard, the smirk that had once danced on your lips now completely gone. Your breath came in shallow gasps as you tried to understand what was happening. Xiao had always been intense, but thisâthis was different. He wasnât holding back anymore.
"Youâve pushed me too far," he muttered, his voice low and dangerous. His hand left your wrist, sliding down to your throat in one swift, controlled motion, his thumb pressing just enough to make your breath hitch. "You think Iâll keep forgiving you? That you can keep stealing, keep defying me, without consequences?"
His eyes darkened as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. "No more."
Your chest tightened at the finality in his tone, the weight of his words settling over you like a heavy cloak. You had always played with fire, but now, you were burning. Xiaoâs restraint, his patienceâit was gone, replaced by something far more wild, far more dangerous.
"I⌠I didnât thinkâ" you stammered, trying to gather your wits, but Xiao wasnât having it.
"Thatâs your problem," he interrupted, his grip on your throat tightening just enough to make you still. "You never think. You believe youâre untouchable, that you can keep running from your consequences."
His fingers pressed harder against your skin, his body trapping yours completely against the wall, his eyes narrowing as he watched the realization wash over you. For the first time, you truly understoodâyou had gone too far. You had pushed him too far.
You opened your mouth to speak, to say something, but nothing came out. His grip on you was unyielding, his presence overwhelming. The usual playfulness you had wielded against him was gone, shattered under the weight of his fury.
His other hand slid down your side, pinning you in place with a strength that left no room for argument. You gasped, the pressure making it clear that this time, there was no escape.
"You never took me seriously," he murmured darkly, his lips brushing against your neck, sending heat coursing through you. "But Iâm going to show you exactly how serious I can be."
Your breath hitched as his hand moved lower, tracing the lines of your body with a possessive touch, one that made it clearâhe wasnât playing around anymore. There was no teasing, no games. You had crossed the line, and Xiao was about to teach you the consequences of defying him.
"Youâll remember this," Xiao muttered, his voice filled with quiet dominance as he pressed you harder against the wall, his body leaving no space for resistance. "Youâll remember who you belong to."
Your heart raced, fear and something elseâa darker, more dangerous thrillâmixing together as you realized just how far you had pushed him. Xiao wasnât fucking around anymore.
And now, you were going to pay for it.
Your chest rose and fell in shallow breaths, your heart thundering against your ribs as you stared up at him, completely at his mercy. Letting out a quiet whimper at his gaze, you could feel heat pool in your core, inwardly groaning as his body pushed against yours, giving you no space to retreat or run. âQuiet, (name). Take your punishment.â He shot you a silent glare of disapproval as he fumbled clumsily at your pants.
You werenât stupid, despite havenât done this kind of thing before, but you knew what the Yaksha was trying to do, and was clear to your eyes. There was a flash of thought that crossed your mind that if Xiao was the one standing before you, and you werenât pinned against a wall, you might have considered sharing your first with him.
Your body, however, was much more honest. As he freed your cock, it was already erect, as pearls of precum slid down your length, the cold night air graced your naked lower abdomen. Teeth chattering as the cold wind blew, it didnât stop your cheeky mouth teasing him much to your regret later on, âSeems like the yaksha is quite the inexperienced oneâ Ah!â He gripped your dick forcefully, sending a shock of mixed sensations of pain and pleasure through your body. âYou never shut up do you, mortal?â Xiao rebuked unhappily as he gingerly jerked your cock up and down, bringing about an onslaught of sheer pleasure and ecstasy that seemed to intertwine with each other.
Being a virgin yourself, it didnât take for you to release, splattering ropes of white cum into his hand as you let out a strangled gasp. Your eyes widened as you felt Xiao's teeth graze your sensitive skin, a shudder running through your body. The combination of pleasure and discomfort had your nerves alight, every touch sparking a new wave of sensation.
"Nnh...haaah..." You whined, hips bucking involuntarily as you grinded down against the firm muscle of Xiao's thigh. The friction provided some respite, but it wasnât enough to quell the ache building in your core.
âStay still.â He let out a growl of frustration before biting down on your collarbone, fangs glinting in the moonlight, sunken into your sinewy skin. The bruising pain and burning pleasure felt indistinguishable as your mouth hung open with inaudible gasps escaping.
âYou donât listen,â he murmured darkly, his breath warm against the raw skin of your collarbone. His teeth released your skin, leaving the bruised, throbbing mark of his claim, the sting lingering like a brand. âYou never listen.â His tongue flicked out to trace the bite, sending another wave of heat through your body.
Not intending to give you a break, his fingers thrust into your waiting hole, making you squirm and writhe, insides clenching around his fingers. âHhn!â A gasp left your lips as you felt the fingers prodding a certain bundle of nerves, nudging it repeatedly until you was moaning incoherently. A little sob even escaped you, as your cock twitched, spurting white all over your own pelvis again. Your whole body quivered, eyes rolling to the back of your head as the stimulation didnât cease, your breath came out in ragged gasps, each one more shallow than the last as your body trembled under his control.
The Yakshaâs name left your lips in a stutter.
The pleasure left you reeling in its wake like a tidal wave engulfing your body in full force. Tears began to decorate your eyes as you let out small hiccups and chokes from the merciless sensations that seemed to plague your fatigued body endlessly.
Xiaoâs hand shifted from your ass to your chin, forcing you to look at him. His golden eyes bore into yours, sharp and unyielding. For a moment, something flickered in themâa recognition of the tears that now streamed down your face, glistening in the moonlight.
But his grip didnât soften.
âAre you crying?â Xiaoâs voice was rough, his words cutting through the haze between you. His thumb brushed against your cheek, smearing the tear across your skin. âAfter everything, you still donât understand.â
âIâll make you understand.â You let out a scream as he impaled you on his cock, the girthy length bullying his way into your insides, searing his shape into your walls. There was pain, yet most of it became pleasure as Xiao started to thrust in and out of your tightness. Inaudible, slurred cries escaped you as you hung your head low, body rocked back and forth as Xiao fucked you deep and slow. The tears kept falling, but you were helpless to stop them. Everything about this moment felt too intense, too overwhelming.
Half-sober, you muttered pleas and apologies from your hoarse throat amidst the obscene squelches of his cock kissing your walls repeatedly. âToo late.â He huffed a noncommittal sigh as he put your arms over his shoulders and carried your limp legs with his arms before driving his hips against yours with full force.
Your brain was mush at this point, barely registering anything as your overstimulated hole rapidly twitched and clenched around Xiaoâs disappearing cock into your hole. Your cock let out pitiful drops of cum, if that could even be called that, as you had truly lost count on how many times you had climaxed simply from the sensation of his cock scraping against your sensitive walls.
You had truly paid a hefty price.
note: might have made him a little too intense here sry đ˘ but i ran w it heâs tired w readers shit lol đš
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miguel must have some severe neck pain due him being 6â9 and needing to bend to speak with everyone. so i suggest reader to lay him on his back and ride the shit out of his face till his neck is properly straightened and he is drunk dumb on your juices đ
oMG anon you're a genius !?!? this is SO creative i'm kissing ur brain
summary : you ride miguel's face until it fixes his neck
content warning : SMUT (18+) minors dni, oral sex (reader receiving), miguel eats you out, overstimulation, no use of Y/N, fem!reader, miguel is pussy drunk word count : 888
Miguel's days always seemed to end with a particularly unpleasant muscle ache forming in the back of his neck. The cause and sole reason for this? His height.
It's quite simple, Miguel was huge, 6'9 to be exact, and few people in the Spider Society were anywhere near his height nor width.
He lowered his neck to look at everyone, feeling like a tower trying to talk to passers-by in the street. He couldn't shake off this feeling, but he was always standing up, rare were the moments of his day where he was sitting anywhere.
One minute he was talking to a smaller spider, making him bend his head to maintain conversation politely enough. In another, he had to whisper to discuss confidential matters in public, making him bend the rest of his body as well. And now he'd just come back from a meeting where he'd spent most of his time talking to members smaller than himself.
And he'd already tried so many things to fix his situation: putting essential oil on the back of his neck and massaging it until he relaxed, putting a hot water bottle under his pillow when he was lying on his bed, or even putting on a neck brace, even though he felt profoundly ridiculous when he was wearing it and kept it on just for when he was in his quarters. He'd even asked you to massage the back of his neck at times, but you weren't always available to help him with that.
It was then, as he was returning once again to his quarters where you were staying, complaining and massaging his neck from his long day, that you came up with a little idea. You told him what you had in mind, and he raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued.
And that's how you found yourself on top of him, his head on the mattress revelling in your cunt while his face was pressed against your thighs. His saliva mixed with the succulent juices you were spilling for him dripped down his cheeks, and you were breathless.
"Miguel," you protested, "please-" your breath was ragged, your thighs trembling around his face, "it's too much."
Four, Miguel had given you four orgasms in this position alone by now, returning each time, never, oh never, tiring of your taste and warmth. At first you'd ridden him proudly, your pelvis undulating fluidly against his mouth and clutching your fingers in his hair. But now it was he who held your pelvis, preventing you from withdrawing from him as your own hands rested on his.
He seemed unstoppable, but on your side, every sensation seemed to be heightened tenfold as his fingers ran gently over your thigh sending an extra wave of heat through your lower belly. He was parting your folds with his toungue, fucking you with it relentlessly.
"Once more, por favor, nena," he mumbled, the sensation of his voice vibrating against you like that sending electric shocks through your body, a cry escaping you as you tilted your head to the side, disorientated, hoping you'd even be able to stand until your next orgasm.
You were always worried that you'd suffocate him, that your whole weight resting on his face would make him choke or that your thighs pressing against his cheeks would hurt, but to be honest, that's all Miguel wanted.
He wanted to cram himself between your thighs, you crushing him made him feel light after all, so he gripped your thighs and hips, holding you firmly against him as he nestled himself further against you.
He was drunk on you, drunk on your essence, your skin that he could grip, and he was proud to make you come so many times. Your weight was pressing down on his head superbly, and he didn't care if he ended up smothered under you.
His tongue worked wonders, his lips sometimes sucking on your clit, wrapping it in saliva and then kissing it afterwards. Sometimes you could even feel him graze your flesh with the tip of his fang. He hardened his tongue, stretching it out to penetrate you as far as he could, kissing your lips from time to time, and all these gestures again began to tighten the knot that had formed in your lower stomach.
"Miguel-" you whimpered, feeling as if all the words you wanted to say were going to come out pre-chewed and unintelligible.
Your fingers snaked through his hair, gripping it hard to anchor yourself, and he let out a moan against your pussy that vibrated through your entire being. He was pulling the strings of your body and you were singing for him.
The orgasm swept through you and fireworks went off inside you like a supernova, your whole body shaking as your moan rippled through your throat. You suddenly folded in half like a wilting flower, jolting as Miguel laid you back against him, stroking your hair and gently kissing your forehead as he whispered soft, tender words of praise.
However, your suggestion had indeed worked, because just after this pleasant experience, there was no longer any pain in the back of his neck. And from now on, when the accumulation of pain and aches began to make him feel too exhausted, he knew what he had to do.
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RIGHT WHERE YOU LEFT ME
â 03. BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATER
a/n: we are getting down to the nitty and gritty of this man's pain. and he's finally starting to the accept the fact that he has to talk about what happened to him. honestly out of all the chapters this one might be my favorite. solely for the soft vibes i tried to shove into what is already a very angsty story. also somehow wade weaseled his way further into this chapter than i intended him to. so enjoy the humor i've tried to add throughout. (i am reposting this since it didn't show up in the tags yesterday.)
summary: to open up was like taking a knife to a steel door. he never saw the use in letting someone in. but dinner spent in your company and conversations over wine and whiskey is where things begin to take a turn.
word count: 8.3k+ (i don't even know how tf that happened.)
pairing: logan howlett x f!reader
warnings: partially explicit scene, angst by the bucket load, vulnerable and emotional logan, grief, trauma, heartache, fluff, domestic vibes, alcohol consumption, wade breaking the fourth wall, wade being a shit wingman, the beginnings of something more.
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Blood poured over his hands and soaked into the ground below. The warmth of it coated his senses, dug into the grooves and lines of his palms. He swore he felt it down to his bones. Now permanently mixed with a version of him long forgottenâthe man who used to smile.
Their shouts of pain rendered him immobile. Useless to help them, useless to save their lives. Useless. Useless. Useless. He fought against the restraints, the invisible shackles put there by his own hands. Whether to stop him from going or to keep him from harmâhe'd never knowâbut he battled regardless. With a snarl, he felt them snap, his claws sliding free in all their familiarity. A weapon of destruction unable to be used for salvation.
When he began to run he felt it. The piercing echo of her. The power she emanated as they took her life, brought her to the brink of death. He felt her voice punch through his chestâpuncturing him in his heart. She screamed his name with her final breath. Called out for his help; for him to save them all.
He could almost see her in his mind, the horror that befell a school of such powerful people. And he loathed himself for breathing. For living after they were taken so quickly from him.
His family. His home.
What once existed would no longer return. That alone broke him further than their deaths. The knowledge that his worldâhis universeâwould be without their heroes. So much of their worth had been given to humanity. Only to be stripped of their lives within the blink of an eye.
And he couldn't save them. He could barely stand on his own two feet without stumbling.
"Logan!" The scream split along his skull, rupturing veins that healed far too quickly for his liking.
What the fuck was the point of his abilities if he couldn't put them to use? If he couldn't do the one thing they counted on him for.
Their blood stuck to him, burrowing into skin that would never scar. He'd never have proof of the wounds that rested along his heart. Forever damned to carry the weight of his own failureâthe guilt that ate him alive. For what? To tell the story he could barely stomach himself? What was his life to the lives of those who meant so much more?
Why did he have to fucking live?
He stood on the doorstep. Death stained the walls, pierced the air with its pungent copper tang. He keeled over at the bushes, all the alcohol he'd consumed expelling itself from his body at the sight. His family was dead. His family was dead and he couldn't join them. He couldn't fucking die.
What once felt like a giftâeternity to find these people who loved himânow rang true with the only word that could make sense. Curse. His curse.
"No," he gasped, eyes bleary with tears as he scrambled to his feet and sprinted through the broken down door.
His claws came free, expecting a fight. Only to be met with silence. An eerie echo of nothing.
No laughter, no life, no chatter of students.
Nothing.
The breath ripped from his lungs as a blaring horn spilled in through the apartment's open window. In an attempt to get some cool air, he pushed the couch closer to what airflow there was. The only downside was hearing everything as he slept. Each little noise and loud mouthed fucker as they wandered the rather empty street. He wanted to leaveâmove to a better spot where humanity was sparseâbut the pull of you across the street kept him there.
"Fuck," he grunted, eyes blinking away the nightmare that tore at his psyche.
The bottle of whiskey underneath the kitchen cabinet called his name. Offering a respite against the horrors he couldn't run from. And with a pained groan, he stumbled towards itâgrabbing his coffee mug from the counter. The amber liquid felt bitter against the back of his throat. A familiar burn he welcomed.
He may not be able to stay injured, but this he could have. The darkness at the end of the bottle. The silence he found in collapsing drunk against the couch.
The streetlight outside lit the area filled with trash and the few people sleeping in darkened alleys. If he listened hard enough he could hear their heartbeats. Smell the pungent scent of the city as it seeped through the window. He could feel the thrum of New York beneath his feetâunfamiliar in its nature but home nonetheless.
The sight of a light flicking on grasped his attentionâa glimpse of you staggering to the kitchen for a glass of water clear through your window. You should really get curtains, or blinds. He'd help install them for you. But then he'd never get this again. A small insight into your life, a peek into what he left behind a day ago.
Your lips against his still seared through his bodyâyour moans and want for more left him breathless. And he had to go and fuck it up. Just as he did with everything in his life. He ruined the good. Corrupted the innocent.
Doing the same to you felt unfathomableâpainful.
But how could he stop?
When you were catching his gaze in the window. Your glass of water was forgotten and the blanket dropped to the leather chair behind you. He left the bottle on the floor by the couch, his empty mug beside it as you grabbed for something. Logan yearned to hear your voice. To apologize for how he left things. But saying sorry never came easy and he found that keeping you at a distance was much safer than what he actually wanted.
The ringing on his phone broke his penetrating gaze. He reached for it quickly, pressing it to his ear as you brought your phone to yours. A breath was all that echoed through the small speakerâsoft and warm. He swore he could feel it against his cheek. Hear the echo of your heart pounding beneath his.
"Can't sleep?" you uttered, finally putting his mind at ease. He exhaled a deep breathâhearing it fill your ears as warmth trailed down your spine.
"Nightmares."
You watched him stand still as stone. His fingers gripped the phone for assurance. A sense of stability from a past that had already cracked him in half. The sorrow in his eyes practically bled through the streets. Lapping at your feet like the waves on a shore. And in an act so unlike yourself, you took a step forward. You stood in his grief and offered to drag him to the sandâgave him hope that this world might treat him differently.
Logan wouldn't save himself because he believed he deserved it.
He'd save himself because he knew you deserved a better man.
"Do they happen often?"
The soft echo of your voice tinged with sleep set his mind at ease. For the first time that night he felt himself breathe properly. He could taste the sweetness in the air, the heat that clung to his skin held traces of you when you started to open your window.
Leaving you at your door suddenly felt like the stupidest decision he'd ever made. But the fear is what kept him at a safe distance. He couldn't hurt you here in this shitty apartment. He couldn't destroy what good you held in your heart standing here at an open window.
"Every night," he rasped. His hand clenched, the bones of his knuckles shifting as silver began to peek through the pierced skin.
He knew you could see it. He heard your heart speed up through the phone. And with a ragged sigh, he retracted them forcefullyâhiding the beast within to present you with the man beyond.
"You don't have to hide them from me." If you turned, you'd see the punctures in your door you tried to hide with duct tape. The claws that came free because of your touchâyour kiss.
They should have scared you.
Logan almost wished they had.
"You don't want to see that part of me honey," he muttered, watching as you stood closer to the ledgeâyour hand pressed to the chipped wood. "It's not all sunshine and rainbows."
You laughed and he felt it down his spine. "No. I think that's only in Wade's mind."
"Don't say that fucker's name please," he groaned. "Not while I have you here."
"Did I touch a nerve? Wolverine?"
Your smile deepened, mischief practically dripping from your words. Yet Logan couldn't help fixating on the way his title sounded off your tongue. The hero name he loathed for so long suddenly made his heart flip. He gripped the phone tight enough until he heard a faint crackling soundâhis body going taut at the thought of you saying it under different circumstances.
Moving past the subject was all he could do. All he wanted to do.
"Why are you up bub?"
You sighed, leaning against the window frame. "Restless. Too much energy from the day."
"Not too much moving in the archives huh?"
"I'll have you know I walk constantly. It's a very demanding job."
He snorted. "Down to the end of the bookshelves and back?"
"Shut up." Your laughter echoed across the street and it nearly startled him how normal he felt. How human. "I can guarantee my job is a lot more work than yours."
"You're right. Saving the universe is nothin' when it comes to books."
"I'm going to hang up."
"Don't. I'll stop." Despite his serious tone, he didn't try to stop the chuckle you felt strike against your heart. The husk of its deep nature.
The memory of his touch still rang clear in your mind. How his lips molded against yours, his body firm and hot beneath your touch. You weren't restless because of work. In fact you felt the pain in your feet begin to spread up your calves the longer you stood there. You couldn't sleep because of him. Too busy replaying that moment to find time in your schedule to sleep.
"Logan." His gaze fell serious at the soft murmur of his name. "Tell me about your dream."
He bit back the urge to push you away, to claim he was fine. That nothing happened and acknowledging it wouldn't save him from himself. But that's not what you were trying to accomplish, and he knew that. He could see it clearly in front of his face. But he was a man hardened by the nature of silenceâof ignoring his pain until it eventually withered and died inside him.
Changing that wasn't a battle he'd win tonight. Nor tomorrow.
He sighed, seeing how you fought back a yawn. "Not tonight honey."
"Whyâ"
"I will." Your breath echoed loudly in his head. He wished he could feel it. "I'll tell you everything. Just not tonight."
Your finger traced the silhouette of him against the glass. "When?"
"I don't know." He imagined your touch was against his skin, pictured how you'd trace the lines of his muscles. How you'd lick along his veins for a taste of him on your tongue. "Tell me about your day."
"That's boring," you groaned.
"Not to me bub. I like history." He smiled. "I used to teach it."
"Fuck off. Did you really?" You perked up within seconds, eyes alight as they were the other night. And Logan felt himself get dragged in a bit deeper. He knew he was fucked the second he saw you, but now...there was no stopping the inevitability of you. "I guess I learn something new every day. James."
He growled, low and hungryâpleasure filling his stomach. "Don't start somethin' you can't finish honey."
Silence filled the air and Logan felt the doubt pull at his nerves. He watched you lean into the glass, your scent filtering through the warm air. Sharp and heady. Darker than your usual honeyed sweetness; the taste of it spread along his tongueâshivers rolling down his back. You wanted him. No fuck that.
You needed him.
"And if I want to," you breathed, trepidation and hope overlapping in your words. "Finish this."
He bared his teeth in a grin that felt feralâas if he could taste your flesh. "We will," he stated with such severity. A promise lined in truth for once. "Now go on. Tell me about your day."
He awoke to the sounds of clashing pots and pans being tossed on the stoveâthe incessant beep of the coffee machine blaring off every thin wall. And Wade singing loudlyâand horriblyâto some fucking pop song from the eighties Logan would learn the name of against his will. He groaned, slamming his head back against the couch in the hopes that this was all a dream.
If he wished hard enough maybe he'd wake up to silence.
Or to you.
"Good morning peanut!" Wade's voice shouted, another bang sounding off behind him. "I've got coffee, Canadian bacon, and the final answer for what came firstâthe chicken or the egg."
Logan longed to stab himself in the skull. This quick healing factor became a fucking pain in the ass at the worst of times. He staggered into the kitchen, immediately wishing he'd drank the entire bottle of whiskey last night at the sight of Wade in a pair of white underwear and nothing else.
"What the fuck." He shut his eyes, reaching blindly for a mug and the coffee pot.
"Yeah..." Wade slammed the pan on the stove, a now broken yolk spilling over the edge. "Laundry day and Al called dibs on the top load. Just call me Risky Business."
Logan's sigh was ragged, beyond exhausted as he gulped down the first dose of searing coffee. "He wore a shirt in that fucking movie."
"Lookie here! Someone is up to date on their Tom Cruise movies. Don't tell me you're a Top Gun fan honey badger because I have some fucking news for you. We topped them for highest grossing movie of all time." Wade smiled as the destroyed egg slid onto a chipped plate. "Financially topped. Personally, I don't think scientology allows Tom Cruise to fuck anymore."
"I'm not listenin' to your fuckin' bullshit," he grunted, pouring another cup.
The charred egg was slid his way. "Aren't you gonna ask me?"
"Ask you what?"
Talking this early in the morning made the veins in his throat strainâhis grip on the mug nearly cracking the porcelain. In times like this Logan felt the overwhelming need to throw his roommate out the fucking window.
If only to get thirty seconds of hearing him scream on the way down.
"What came first."
He moved to make another pot of coffee, ignoring the chatter that fell from Wade's mouth. In order to even feel coherent enough to make sense of it, he'd need four more cups. Or enough to bathe in if the morning didn't calm down. The sun blinded him as he turned to glance out the window; the air stale and hot choked his senses. He'd never felt this overstimulated beforeâthis out of place.
"You look like you've seen better days in a horror movie. Up having late night phone sex?" Wade grinned and leaned across the counterâhis head in his hand and love in his eyes. "Tell me about it, stud? Tell me more, tell me more. Did you get very far?"
"Oh god," Logan groaned, slamming the coffee pot back into place. "Can you shut the fuck up for once? I'm begging you."
"Did you beg her?"
His claws pressed to Wade's smug faceâblood spilling against his cheek. "I will cut your fuckin' mouth off."
"I just wanna know why you're waiting so long to give her the Hugh Jackman."
"The what?" he growled, heat blistering against his face.
"Ya know." The crude gesture to his groin had him digging his claws directly into Wade's cheek. But even then he mumbled around the metal piercing his skin. "The package. The full shebang. Rock her like a hurricaneâor whatever the fuck that German band was talking about. Cause I sure know she's aching for it."
"Don't fucking talk about her like that."
Wade smiled until his cheek sliced down to his mouth. The sight was disgusting enough for Logan to forgo wanting breakfast. And lunch. And dinner at that.
"You don't believe me! HA! Let me tell you, you're pretty but there's nothing going on up there." A tap on Logan's forehead forced the claws to sink just a bit deeper. "That sweet angel across the street is ready to save that horse and ride you instead cowboy. All. Night. Long."
"You don't know what you're talking about." Yet even as he said the words he felt the lie stick to the back of his throat.
Last night's conversation was proof enough that Wade was telling the truth. Even Logan could fucking see what was right in front of him. Someone beautiful, someone smart. Someone...he wasn't worthy of. If he combined all those factors he only came up with one conclusion. The longer he stayed away from you, the better you'd wind up being.
The safer you'd stay if he wasn't constantly shoving his way into your life.
The loud sigh from Wade's healing mouth shoved another wave of guilt into Logan's stomach. "Look. Ignore it all you want, but sooner or later you're gonna wind up with only your hand for some company and she'll find someone who actually wants to be with her."
Wade was right. For once.
What Logan didn't expect was the anger he felt at the visual of you finding someone else. The rage that nearly overwhelmed him. That's how it should be. You with someone better, a man who actually gave you a chance at a relationship. One that wasn't doomed from the very start. He let the thought simmer, chewed on it for as long as he could.
And not a minute later came to the answer he'd been looking for.
Logan would rip apart any other man without hesitation if they came into your life.
This wasn't a fling. He'd known that on his Earth and knew it now. He clawed his way out of a grave once to get back to you. And he would do it again and again and again. As many times as it took to make sure he got a glimpse of your smile, felt the love in your touch.
"Grab your shit we've got somewhere to be," he grumbled, shoving the burned egg in his mouth and washing it down with fresh black coffee to kill the taste.
"Yes! Now there's the Wolverine I know." Wade shouted, pumping his fist in the air. Logan couldn't tell if he was being vulgar or not.Â
"Let's go bang your girl!" A snarl ripped through his throat, blood splattering on his bare chest as he pinned Wade to the wallâhis claws embedded in the man's heart. "Or you bang her and I quietly stay at home with the window open to serenade you two with the sensual sounds of Marvin Gaye."
He grinned, eyes flashing over Logan's shoulder. "Directly from Sam Wilson's playlist if you know what I'm getting at Marvel fuckers."
On days where people were stuck at work and students infiltrated the library above, you found the solace of the archives to be everything you needed. For an hour you'd been placing books in their correct spots, labeling boxes to be housed somewhere new, and theorizing where you went wrong the other night when Logan left.
You didn't want to let the disappointment get to you. Nor should you. The phone conversation last night clarified enough for you to know him leaving wasn't your fault. It wasn't due to your kiss or even because he didn't want to be there. He simply hadn't healed from what his world did to him. Whatever Wade mentioned to you in a ramble of semi-seriousness gave you enough of a picture to know what that might have been.
No matter how much you wanted to help him; to make him see that you weren't scared of what he had to give. This wasn't your war.
Logan made sure you understood that.
That still didn't stop the swell of dismay at his actions. The belief that you weren't good enough to hear his story began to eat you alive the longer he pushed it off. Each comment came tinged with pain you'd never be privy to. Agony he wanted to endure alone.
You would give him the space he neededâthe time that was required in order to heal from wounds you couldn't see. They were there. Dug into the shape of his heartâcarved into the metal of his bonesâbut Logan wouldn't allow you to bear witness to that. To a broken side of a man who wanted to be better. If only he knew he didn't have to be for you to ache for him.
The thought of him alone left your heart twisting in your chest and stomach fluttering.
You slid another book into the correct spot, silence echoing like a void that went on for miles. Only for the ring of your phone to shatter it like glass. You scrambled for the device in your purse, breath filling your lungs at the sight of his name as it flashed across your screen.Â
Maybe this made you seem desperateâa type of clingy that would make any other man run. You couldn't find it in yourself to give a shit.
"Logan," you saidâhis name leaving your mouth in a breathy manner you regret within moments.
"Oh shit girl you've got it bad."
The pounding of your heart jumped at the loud echo of Wade's voice blasting through the small speaker. "Wade?"
"The one and holy." To say you were perplexed felt like an understatement. But before you could spill the millions of questions on your tongue, Wade kept going. "Hey! What kind of wood do you prefer?"
A loud rumble of an engine blared in the backgroundâkilling your ears. "What?"
"Oh right fuck me. Silly question. There's twelve thousand words already written about what type of wood you prefer." He laughed as the sound came again. "I'm talking the tree kind. Got a preference for scents?"
"She's not gonna be able to smell it you dumb fuck!" Logan shouted. You heard an audible screech before a loud rustle had you pulling the phone from your ear with a groan. "Honey?"
You smiled, walking towards the part of the room that didn't echo with your voice. "I'm scared to ask what you guys are doing today."
"Oh," he chuckled. You wished he'd bought a better phone, longing to see each expression that crossed his face. "I owe you a door."
That kiss reemerged in your memory once more. Burning through your body in quick rapid strokes. As if Logan was fanning the flames of something strongerâa fire that you wouldn't be able to control. You imagined what he looked like at this moment, if he still wore the exhausted look of grief from last night. Or if he'd covered it with a mask of annoyance due to Wade.
"I can just call the building manager to fix it." You put it on your list of things to do today already, but the idea of seeing Logan again was too tempting to pass up.
He huffed, falling silent. Wade's voice shouting about the Lorax became all you heard for a brief momentâLogan no doubt figuring out what he could say to fix this. The glimpse of him last night had set your teeth on edge in a way you'd never experienced before. You felt you could sink your canines into the tension and rip it to shreds with ease.
"Where I come from it's only right to fix what I broke."
What he broke.
This wasn't about the door. You could see it clearly in the pained way he spoke his wordsâeach one more clear than the last. Leaving you in a rush with no fucking explanation left him worried that you weren't going to be around if he kept pushing you away. You were something goodâa light he sought in the darkness he found himself inâand messing up this chance wasn't going to happen twice.
He'd done this before. He pushed those he loved away.
Doing the same with you only made his chest echo with the hollow emptiness that he'd grown tired of feeling.
"You can fix my door under one condition," you said, effectively breaking the silence.
"Anythin'."
The flutter in your chest felt lethal when he spoke to you like this; open and willing to bend where you wanted him to go. A man had never given you this before. The attention, the knowledge that he wanted all of you. Not just sex, or meaningless conversations. He wanted every piece you were open to sharingâevery dark crevice and thought you felt embarrassed about.
You only wished he'd understand you wanted the exact same thing from him.
"Dinner. My place. Seven p.m."
Fuck what you wouldn't give to see his smile as he let out a sigh of relief. "I won't be late."
You smiled, worrying your lip between your teethâthat familiar gooey warmth now back in your chest. "You better not be."
"I've got great timing honey. Got nothin' to worry about."
Bullshit. You nearly said it, but a loud shuffle and a few bitten off curse wordsâmainly growled on Logan's endâcut your conversation short. A triumphant laugh you could only figure to be Wade's pierced your eardrum as the phone was unwillingly handed off once again.
"I just want to let you know I've got money on whether or not he nails you tonight. So don't let me down cupcake."
"You're betting on this?" you exclaimed, loud enough to hear your voice bounce off the walls and echo back to where your supervisor was no doubt sitting.
"Of course. I'm not one to turn down the sleazy art of gambling." He sighed wistfully. You'd never wanted to punch someone more in this moment; suddenly aware that this is how Logan must feel every day of his life. "Besides if you heard the sounds that came out of our shower this afternoon. Oh ho ho. Something tells me that he was letting off some Steam Boat Willy to the thought of his late night phone buddy."
Disgust at Wade's words was rapidly overshadowed by the thought of Logan in the shower. Naked and desperate to find some release after your conversation last night. To say you hadn't pictured what he'd look like hard and aching from your touch would be a lie. But actually knowing that's what happened left you winded.
Your chest heaved as your body grew warmâthe image of him with his hand around his cock, his head thrown back in pleasure, almost made your knees give out.
"Your thinkin' about it huh?" The overconfidence in Wade's voice snapped you back to reality within seconds.
"Shut up."
"Got ya red handed angel."
With a roll of your eyes, you made to head back to your workâWade's words only served to fluster you more than you wanted. "Don't piss him off too much okay Wilson?"
His laughter nearly appeased you as the piercing sound of a saw went off again. The both of them must have ventured to a warehouse to find materials. You wanted to confirm your thoughts when Wade did it for you. As if he could hear you loud and clear.
"Who knew our man had lumberjack experience?" He sighed dreamily, a shout of what you guessed was Logan saying fuck off filtering through. "God it's like watching X-Men Origins Wolverine. Back when his hair screamed Staying Alive and I went by the name Billy Butcherson."
A cough from behind you gave enough notice that you had in fact been caught by your bossâher glare burning through the back of your skull. The short break you were allotted passed five minutes ago. Normally you'd be fighting your way to the end of the day. Today though...you felt that delicious bite of excitement at knowing you'd be spending tonight with Logan.
"I've got to go. But Wade..."
"Yeah?"
"Take a picture for me will you?"
"Already done. Got my phone set to burst. Which is what Logan's gonna do tonight instead of tainting our shower wallsâ" Logan's roar of I'll fuckin' kill you came seconds before you heard a thwack overlapped with Wade's high shriek.Â
The line went dead instantly.
The elevator wasn't moving fast enough for your likingâeach flash of a floor passed sent another wave of nerves through your body. Work dragged on longer than you expected. And the groceries you picked up on the way didn't feel like enough to make a meal grand enough for a night like tonight. You tried to destress by saying he wasn't expecting much. This wasn't even a date.
That is until you realized...that's exactly what this was.
A date that felt long overdue.
You hadn't known Logan long enough to pursue a relationship as deep as this, but that's where things got fuzzy. He knew you. Or a version of you that felt entirely different to the person you were now. And maybe that's where the security that this would last came through. The knowledge that no matter what happened, Logan was in this for the long haul.
This wasn't temporary.
A creak of the doors opening didn't deter you from digging through your mountain of thoughts. Each one more worrisome than the last. You should be terrified that this was it. The future had already been written and Logan was at the end of the road. That alone would be reason enough to turn tail and run.
Then you turned the corner leading directly down your hallway.
Logan stood leaning against the wall, a lit cigar in his mouth, smoke trailing past his lips, and a heavy wooden door placed directly beside him. A toolbox that looked to have seen better days sat by his feet. A bouquet of honeysuckle and peonies placed directly on topâwrapped in brown paper with a yellow and blue bow.
Whatever fear might have lingered in your body dissipated when his gaze found yours and his lips pulled into a smile.
"You're early," you saidâdesperate to catch your breath. The scent of his cigar lingered on your senses, mixing with the leather of his jacket.
Suddenly Wade's words from earlier felt a lot more real than you expected. He showed up dressed casually. Jeans, flannel, the familiar dog tags strung around his neck. Yet whatever transpired the night before came rushing back with the promise of more.
This was a date. But whether it would lead to something else you'd leave entirely up to him.
"I told ya I had great timing honey."
Heat trailed down your body where his eyes followed. "I didn't believe you."
"I know."
The claw marks on your door brought a flustered smile to your face. As if to say you were okay with them staying. You wanted them to stay. Logan's eyes darkened at the sight, a flash of something worse taking hold of his mind as you pushed it open.
You longed for him to tell you the truth. He wouldn't either way. But the hope still remainedâlingering on the edges of your heart.
"Easy enough to fix," he muttered, reaching for his toolsâthe bouquet of flowers gripped tightly in his large palm.
"I didn't know what exactly to get." He stood in your living room, eyes trained on the window. Finally he was on the other sideâin your homeâand yet he found he didn't belong here. "Do you have a preference?"
He sucked in another drag from the cigar before pulling it freeâstamping it out on his palm as you watched. A heady wanton look crossed your features. You doused it quickly in favor of unpacking the groceries. He made sure to store it away for a later time. One that didn't feel dragged by the weight of his own thoughts.
"I'm not picky."
You nodded. "Feel free to use whatever's useful. I don't have tools though."
"I came prepared bub." He lifted the box with a smile and suddenly recalled that he bought you flowers. Much to Wade's annoying comments about this being a first date. Logan wouldn't push you in any direction you felt uncomfortable going towards. But in an irritating turn of events, Wade was right. Twice. "These are for you."
The smile on your face was worth every dollar and excruciating minute spent picking out what went with what. He reminded himself to thank Wade. Even if it left a bitter taste in his mouth.
"They're beautiful." The delicate white lay atop pink flowers that filled your senses. An aroma you'd never known could work so well together. "Why these?"
A touch of crimson began to tint the tops of his ears as he let out a breath. "They're uh..." He coughed. "The day we met I said somethin' kinda awkward."
"I smelled different."
"Yeah." Logan wanted to bury himself six feet under at the teasing glint in your eyes. "That's how you smell. To me. Like honey and flowers."
There had to be an explanation for the way your heart split down the centerâas if to offer him one half. To give him a part of yourself that once didn't belong to him. But that's where you were wrong. Even in a different universe, he would find you. You were once everything to him; the person he'd go through hell for. That fact never changed. Even if you did.
You wanted to spill every emotion, every truth about how your heart already longed for him in ways that left you reeling. But Logan wasn't a man to speak longer than he had to. And before you finally gained the courage to open your mouth, he was stepping back into the hallway. His hands busy with a project and mind eons away.
Dinner was simple to cook knowing he'd eat whatever you made. Pasta, some wine, and an old bottle of whiskey a friend of yours bought sat on the table as he put the final touches on the door. You'd spent the time at the stove combing over every word spoken. Every minute touch and fleeting look. As he worked effortlessly on setting your new door in place.
A dark honeyed wood with grooves throughout that almost resembled the small panes of a window. The quality was stunning. Beyond anything you'd seen before.
You wanted to prod and ask where he learned to do this. But the sight of him slightly sweaty, flannel tossed into his toolbox, and arms on display when he carried the door to its spot, left you dazed. Each movement caused the muscles beneath his skin to rippleâface screwed in a look of concentration while the sound of the drill echoed off the hallway walls.
For a moment you forgot dinner was cooking as you practically ogled his form. That familiar flame burned through your body when his gaze met yours and a smile crossed his lips.
Logan could feel your eyes on himâthe aching burn of your gaze now seared into the bare skin of his arms and shoulders. And he fought himself to keep going. To ignore your now heady scentâthe way your heart sped up with each shift of his bodyâand finish what he started. If he was being honest, which he rarely was with himself, he put on a show for you.
You liked him.
He just wanted to reaffirm that fact once in a while.
The smell of slightly burnt garlic had him biting back a smile as you rushed to fix what his distraction caused. His ego swelled. Heart pumping with a sense of pride the second he caught you flustered with your head bowed in the kitchen.
"Smells delicious honey," he said, testing the lock on the door a few times until he felt satisfied with his work.
"It's not much." You popped open the two types of alcohol, pouring a generous helping of wine in your glass. He fixed himself his own whiskey. "Something my sister taught me when I was in college. She believed if there was nothing else to cook, pasta was always the correct answer."
"Smart woman."
You pushed the plate his way and caught the grin he hid at the small act of domesticity. What began as a nerve-wracking date became an insight into what your future with him might look like. Dinner at a tiny kitchen table, his jacket draped over one chair, the scent of flowers twining together with the faint traces of his cigar.
A life that felt perfect enough to keep forever.
"I hope you know Wade's betting on tonight," you said, pouring another glass of wine.
You were settled next to him on the couch, dinner resting full and warm in your stomachs. The alcohol tasted sweeter on your tongue compared to an hour ago. He lounged with his legs spread, glass balanced in one hand. A lazy look of satisfaction in his hazel eyes.
Logan had never felt this comfortable. Soothed by the scent of you beside him, the whiskey on his tongue, and the sight of you with your legs curled beneath you. The red wine made you smile more, laugh easier. He noticed how you bloomed before him, light shimmering between small jokes and half assed teases.
All his life he wondered what home would truly feel like. What would having a place be? And this...you beside him with an endless night stretched before you, gave him the answer.
Home felt like you.
He groaned, head falling against the back of your couch. "He's a lucky fucker with that can't die bullshit. What's the bet?"
Your eyes dragged to the doorâtracing the carved marks as his hand hesitated to settle on your thigh. "That you'd and I quote nail me."
"What?" he spit.
The laugh that bubbled to the surface echoed with the heady effects of too much wine. "I hate to break it to Wade. But I don't have sex on the first date."
Logan's lips turned up, hand finally against the bare skin of your leg. Your skirt fanned around your lap, covering your soft skin that lay beneath. "So this is a date huh?"
"Yeah." He tugged you closer. "At least I think it is."
"I think so too."
Unconsciously, you toyed with the chain of his dog tags, catching a glimpse of the worn letters of his name. Any other time you'd push the questions away. You would claim that tonight wasn't the right time. After all this felt good, right in ways nothing had before. But the wine made you loose lipped. Braver than the other times you pushed past the line he drew deep in the sand.
Except this time...he started the conversation.
"You asked about my nightmares last night."
Your eyes caught his, fingers stilling against his chest. "I know you don't want to talk about it."
He shook his head with a deep exhale he felt down to his stomach. "If this is what I think it is. What we're startin' here. Then you should know what you're getting into honey."
"I know what I'm getting intoâ"
"No. You don't." He sat up straighter, tugging you close until your legs lay over his lap. "You don't know what happened to me. What I did..." He sucked in air as his heart began to twist. The cold wash of anxiety suddenly brighter than a few minutes earlier. "What I couldn't do."
The pain in his eyes chipped off a piece of your heart. Oh how you longed to give it to him.
Cupping his cheek, you felt the scratch of his beard against your skin. "Logan. You're not a bad man."
"Yeah bub. I am," he barked in a half laugh meant to discourage you from seeing his grief.
That's what this was. The full spectrum of his emotions scared the shit out of him more than any villain he fought. More than the thought of dying alone one day. The moment you saw them for yourself, he knew you'd run. He almost expected it. Which is why he'd taken so longâput it off each time the curiosity lingered in your gaze longer than he liked.
He told himself you didn't need to know.
It was better this way.
Tonight proved that all those reasonsâall those excusesâstood no chance when it came to you.
"I don't believe that," you whispered, your other hand curling around his dog tags.
"Gotta remember I'm not him. I'm not the hero and never have been." When you looked at him like thatâeyes wide and lips turned downâhe felt the full weight of the words he was about to say out loud. Words he hadn't spoken since Laura met him by the fire way back in the Void.
Somehow saying it to the other Logan's daughter felt easier. As if he couldn't disappoint her anymore than he had. She'd been there at his death, watched him struggle to protect her, and loved him in spite of all that. She called him Dad and spoke over his grave with a smile. Knowing full well he'd never come back to life, he'd never find his way back to her.
Laura wasn't his kid and yet...he knew she'd understand.
But saying it all to youâŚ
He wasn't sure he'd survive it if you never understood.
"The X-Men in my world weren't as respected as the ones in yours. We were heroes, but the humans. God they fuckin' hated us." His eyes burned with each memory that came rushing back. A river that threatened to drown him. "And I always had to be an asshole. I didn't know what home felt likeâwhat...family felt like. So when I got it, I pushed it away."
"Oh, Loganâ"
"No, let me...let me finish honey." He gripped the glass until he heard a crackâhis eyes dazed and mind lost to a different time. The night that would later become his ghost. "So I left and did the only thing I was fuckin' good at. I drank until I couldn't feel anythin' anymore. And the humans decided they'd had enough of the X-Men."
Grief struck your heart straight down the center. Tears spilled down your cheeks at the sight of him so brokenâso raw from a time that would never leave him. You finally knew why Wade never explained it to you.
This wasn't his story to tell. Not his past to share.
"I came home and they wereâ" His fingers dug into the skin of your thigh in an attempt to ground himself. Claws slipping free as he struggled to get the final words outâthe truth of why he pushed you away. Why he should keep pushing you away. "They were dead."
You pressed yourself against his side, lips against his temple as he silently bit back the emotions he refused to set free. What would become of him once they were finally out? He couldn't risk hurting you because of it.
"They called for me." His breath was ragged, voice thick with tears that never fell. "Jean. Charles. I heard them die in my head. But I was too fuckin' drunk to save them. I got home and all of them were...Jesus. The humans called us mutants vicious, but I'd never seen anythin' like this."
The worst part crawled up his spine with a chill that had his claws coming free. "And you. You survived due to your gifts. Apparently you hid in the futureâsnapped there without even realizing it. But by the time you returned they were dead and no matter how many times you tried to go back, you couldn't." He raised his head, eyes red and glassy. "You tried to kill me that night. I couldn't blame you for it cause I wanted to die."
"That's not me."
He shook his head. "I know, but you have to know why it happened. I couldn't protect you honey. I couldn't protect any of them."
"The humans did this. Not you." You dragged his face to yours, forcing him to see the sincerity in your eyesâthe fire that burned no matter the variant. "You did not kill your family Logan. Don't take their shame."
"It's easy for you to say that bub. You weren't there." He felt your touch mark against his skin and fuck how he wished it would leave a scar. "I'm not the fuckin' hero. I'm the man who fucked it all up because he was too proud for his own good. I need you to see that."
Your gaze hardened. "Why?"
"So you know what you're gettinâ"
"Bullshit," you demanded. "I know exactly what I'm getting into Logan. I knew the second I met you. So don't do that. Don't push me away." The press of his forehead to yours leveled the pain and allowed him to breathe. "I'm here to stay. Whether you want me or not."
He grinned, tears finally falling as your lips found his. You breathed life back into his chest, made his heart worth beating again. For all that time he damned himself, loathed the reflection in the mirror, he never thought he'd get this. The soft press of your kiss, the bitter tang of wine on your tongue as his hand gripped your hipâhis claws retreating back into his body.
"Trust me. I want you," he mumbled against salt stained lips and broken smiles. "I'll always want you."
"Then it's a good thing I want you too."
That familiar flicker of sparks still existed in the air, begging for more. But you were content to stay here. Kissing him over and over again in order to embed the sensation in your mind.
"Thank you for telling me," you sighed, fingers curling into his hair to drag his lips back to yours.
The thud of his heart ran through his whole body. "Can I show you somethin'?"
You nodded, pulling away as he dug into his pocket. As much as he longed to keep kissing you, to spend all night right there on that couch. He knew there'd be time for that. A night where you were both unburdened by the weight of a past that defined who you were. Tonight was not that night.
The picture was old, burned slightly at the edges and crinkled, but he handed it over with a grin. A group photo like the one stored in the archives at your job. Only this time you recognized two faces among the small team of people in yellow suits. You were smiling with an arm around Logan's waist, your face pressed against his chest.
The sight of his smileâwide and unfilteredâmade your heart leap. But the blue aura that seemed to wrap around your body is what gave you pause.
"The blue..."
"Your powers." He pointed to the way it ended at your hands, seeming to stem directly from your chest. "Turning them off wasn't really a thing you could do. Somethin' about time being a constant flow of energy. Charles always explained it better."
Thousands of questions came to mind. All of them pertaining to the powers and the team and more specifically him. He sunk into the couch with a sigh, his eyes hazy with a different kind of need. An ache that no doubt begged him each night. Sleep. Rest without any nightmares, free of the shackles he'd placed on himself.
So you stood, nearly startling him when you did. Nothing had to be said about your intentions, or why you held out your hand for him to take. He simply followed. Each step heavier than the last. The kitchen could be cleaned tomorrow, the bottles put away later. You couldn't find it in yourself to care when his hand was in yours and he smiled at you as if you'd hung the moon in the sky.
"Thought you said Wade was losin' tonight honey?"
You laughed, pushing the flannel from his shoulders as you led him to your bed. "He is. We're just sleeping."
There was no mistaking the doubt in his eyes, the trepidation of his nightmares. "I might hurt you."
"No you won't." Drawing his hand up to your mouth, you lay a kiss along his knuckles. "I trust you Logan."
"You shouldn't." His breath was a shuddered exhale at the sight of you pulling your dress up and over your body.
"Well too bad," you replied, tugging the covers back while he pulled off his shirtâleaving his boots by the door. "You don't scare me Wolverine."
"Wolverine huh?" Crawling into bed with you was easy. Though the mattress sunk under the weight of his bones, you still let him tug you closerâhis arms wrapped around your bare waist. "It was James the other night."
"Careful," you said. "Or I'll start calling you Howlett."
A growl rumbled in his chest, his teeth nipping at the bare skin of your shoulder as you laughed. And suddenly he remembered what it was like to live. To want more than just the bottom of a bottle and a peaceful night's sleep. He could recall nights like this in the past. A different you curled up against his bodyâthe love resonating in how you clung to him.
It all slammed into him at once.
Although tonight he didn't push it away. He kept you close, his nose burrowed in your hair, and welcomed the gentle tug of a few hours rest.
Tonightâfor the first timeâhe slept.
Without nightmares.
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Loyalties || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader
Summary: You meant it when you told Rafe you'd do anything to help him get the gun back from the pogues, anything. Even if it meant Rafe questioning your loyalties to him.
Warnings: mention of cheating, swearing, angst, mention of gun
Word count: 1,286
A/n: nfl!rafe x dcc!reader coming next đ
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divider by @h-aewo
âRafe!â you call out, exasperation evident in your voice as he slams your car door shut with a resounding thud. A loud sigh escapes your lips, the sound a mix of frustration and concern. âJust talk to me!â
Determined, you hurry to catch up with your boyfriend, trailing him as he walks up the stairs to his room. Each step feels heavier with the weight of your confusion and worry. As you finally reach his room, Rafe is already inside, the door closing firmly behind you.
He stands there with his hands tangled in his hair, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggles to catch his breath. You remain by the door, watching him with a mix of confusion and concern,
âI donât understand, I did what you told me to do, Rafe!â you exclaim, your eyes tracking his restless pacing around the room. âI got the gun!â You sit on the edge of his bed, your eyebrows knitted together in confusion and worry. âTalk to me, please,â you plead, your voice trembling slightly as he continues to face away from you.
After a few tense seconds, Rafe exhales deeply, the sound heavy with frustration and pent-up emotion. Slowly, he turns to face you, his expression stern and unreadable. âI didnât ask you to fucking sleep with him, did I?â he spits out, his voice laced with anger. You open your mouth to respond, but words fail you. âHow did you knowââ you begin, but Rafe cuts you off abruptly.
ââwith the way JJ runs his fuckinâ mouth, it wasnât that hard,â he snaps, his eyes flashing with betrayal. âI told you to get the gunââ Rafe begins but you interrupt,ââwhich I didââ but Rafeâs anger only intensifies.
âI didnât tell you to have sex with that freakinâ pogue!â he fumes, his voice rising in frustration. âYou told me to do whatever it took to get the gunââ you retort, trying to make him understand. Rafe scoffs, disbelief etched on his face. âSo youâre telling me he didnât want to drink? Or-or get high?â
âYes! I know itâs hard to believe because itâs JJ, but no matter how much I offered, he insisted on staying sober,â you argue back, your voice firm but strained. Rafe rolls his eyes at you, "I can't with you, that's fucked up y/n!"
You stay quiet for a moment, fully grasping the depth of his hurt. "Baby, you know it meant nothing," you say softly, your voice tinged with desperation as you sit beside him on the bed. "My loyalties are with you, always."
You reach out, gently pushing back a stray piece of hair that has fallen onto his forehead, hoping to convey your sincerity. "Haven't I made it obvious by now?" you add, your eyes searching his for any sign of understanding. Rafe's expression softens slightly as he sighs deeply.
He knew he couldn't stay mad at you for too long. Over time, you had shown your loyalty to him in countless ways, standing by him through thick and thin. His anger begins to dissipate as he recalls the moments where you had proven your devotion.
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âStay in the car,â you say firmly, unbuckling your seatbelt and glancing at Rafe. He sighs, muttering a reluctant âyeahâ as you step out of his truck. The heavy door thuds shut behind you, and you take a moment to steady your breath before facing JJ.
���Look who came runninâ back to me,â JJ smirks, arms open wide in an exaggerated welcome as he strides towards you with a swagger in his step. His playful demeanor does nothing to ease your tension; instead, it ignites a flicker of irritation.
You scoff at his theatrics, crossing your arms defensively. âYouâre an actual kid, yâknow that right?â you snap, your frustration evident in every word. The sharpness of your tone is meant to cut through his bravado, to make him understand the seriousness of the situation.
JJâs smirk only widens, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and challenge. âAlways so serious,â he retorts, but thereâs an edge to his voice now. He steps closer, his gaze locking onto yours, the air thick with unspoken tension
Behind you, you can hear the faint creak of Rafe lowering the window just enough to listen in on the conversation. His presence, even if not visible, is a silent reminder of the precarious balance youâre trying to maintain.
JJâs smile falters slightly as his eyes flick behind you, trying to peer through the tinted windows of Rafeâs car. âWhoâs in the car?â he questions, squinting in a futile attempt to see inside.
It takes all of Rafeâs self-control not to leap out and confront JJ. His knuckles turn white from gripping the steering wheel so tightly. âUse your brain, buddy. Who do you think?â you retort, your voice dripping with sarcasm as you cross your arms tighter against your chest.
JJâs eyes narrow as he meets your gaze again. âLook, what are you even doing here? I donât really wanna see you right now,â he says, annoyance clear in his tone. The casual dismissal stings, but you keep your composure, pursing your lips to suppress a retort.
âDo you think I wanna be here right now?â you counter, your voice rising slightly with each word. The frustration and anger youâve been bottling up are starting to seep through. JJ shrugs nonchalantly, the movement a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside you.
âI donât know, Princess. You tell me,â he sneers, and you feel your temper flare even higher. âDo not call me that,â you say through gritted teeth, stepping closer to him. âWhy the fuck would you tell him, JJ?â you demand sternly, your eyes boring into his.
JJ shrugs again, a hint of defiance in his stance. âDid you not think your boyfriend deserved to know?â he throws you a pointed look, and you feel your hands ball into fists at your sides. âThat was something I was going to tell him myself, not you,â you exasperate, glaring at him. JJ rolls his eyes, dismissive, as if your words mean nothing.
The tension between you is palpable, a heavy silence hanging in the air. Just as you turn to walk away, JJ speaks up again. âDid you find what you were looking for?â he calls out, his expression unreadable, referring to the gun you took from him. âWhat?â you turn back to face him, confusion and anger mixing in your gaze.
JJ rolls his tongue against his cheek, looking to the side before making eye contact. âI said, did you find what youâre looking for.â Your lips part in disbelief before you storm over to him, jabbing a finger into his chest.
âJJ, unlike me, I did it because Rafe asked me to. But you,â you poke him harder, âyou had sex with a kook, your enemyâs girlfriend. How do you think that would go down with your friends, huh? Whatâs your excuse then?â JJ looks taken aback, momentarily speechless. His bravado falters for just a second, enough to show that your words have hit their mark.
âYeah, thatâs what I thought,â you chuckle bitterly. âDonât talk to me, and donât even look at me.â You spin on your heel and march back to Rafeâs car, your heart pounding with a mix of anger and adrenaline. You can feel JJâs eyes on your back, but you donât turn around.
As you reach the car, you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself before opening the door and sliding back into the seat. Rafeâs gaze meets yours, a mix of concern and anger in his eyes. âEverything okay?â he asks, his voice low and tense. You nod, exhaling slowly. âYeah, letâs just get out of here,â you say, buckling your seatbelt and glancing at JJ one last time before Rafe pulls away,
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Jason Todd Headcanons
Jason who will move you- whether it be placing a big hand on the small of your back to usher you through a busy crowd, or you're in his way, maybe in the kitchen rambling about something you saw on the news. He will wordlessly pick you up, tired and lethargic with bruised knuckles from the night before, and sit you on the counter. He mumbles something, makes a grunt to let you know to keep talking while one hand smooths up and down the inside of your thigh and the other opens the drawer you were blocking.
Jason who is obviously a theater kid- but if this is living with Bruce, moonlighting as Robin Jason, he'd be discrete. He'd say he needs the class as his obligatory elective and didn't take pottery because he doesn't like getting his hands dirty (lie). He'd sit near the back of the theater, but he'd listen intently, and every poetry assignment he'd turn in would be a work of fucking god. Every project, the teacher would ask him to perform instead of doing the alternative (some paper or poem) and maybe, just maybe, he'll say yes if he's comfortable enough.
Jason who hides food around his apartment and safehouses. Non-perishable, like trail mix, granola bars, little ziplocks of cereal. Dick had cut that habit, made Jason comfortable enough to understand he'll never have to worry, he'll never have to fend for himself by himself. Rising from the lazarus pit as an animated corpse turned everything on its head. The neurotic habits came back. If you're close enough, if he spends enough time at your place, it's likely you'll eventually find a baggie of chex mix sitting on top of your fridge.
Jason who is a barb. I'm not explaining this one, he just is. An honorary member of gag city đŤĄ
Jason who always has a pack of Marlboro menthols on him. Alternatively, when his lungs are feeling extra gross and he decides he wants to quit, he'll start on zyns again (cool mint ofc). There's usually a zyn tower on his bedside table, teetering right beside the glock 47 he most definitely should put in his gun safe but never will, no matter how many times you tell him
"Jason, what if someone comes in and grabs it?"
"No one-"
"What if it falls and goes off?"
"That won't happen."
Before you can get another word his, large hands turn you to face him, practically suffocated you against his chest, one hand on the back of your head while the other dips low and follows the curve of your spine.
"No one in the world is safer than you right now."
Jason who is extremely invested in TLC (specifically 1,000 pound sisters) and never wastes a chance to tell you how shocked and proud he is of Tammy for finally losing weight- even if she's still a bitch
Jason who loves to buy you things. Usually not too crazy, more like stupid little keychains and stuffed animals to build the militia in your room. But he thinks of you all the time and he can picture the look on your face when he comes back with another stupid surprise. Next thing he knows he's got a turtle or dragon or cat stuffed safely in the inside pocket of his jacket while he threatens a few men with his fists.
"They just gave it to me for free." He shrugs, holding a loving grin as he watches you beam over the fuzzy thing in your hands.
But when your face contorts in something accusatory, he holds his breath.
"What?"
"Were you wearing that?" You look over his costume, the Red Hood, the guns hardly concealed on his sides.
"Yea, why?"
"Dude, you robbed them."
Jason who loves to buy you things, who hardly goes out of his way to hide when he comes into some money (obviously by violent means- but who cares when he's gunning down men who sell drugs to kids. Minor casualty). He'd show up with a purse that's ten times your rent, a bracelet the blinds you when it's under direct light, a dress that he knows you have no place fancy enough to wear it to. If you start to ask questions, he'll distract by any means necessary, like standing behind you to slowly untie your sweatpants or unbutton your jeans, inch off your clothing and let his fingertips dip low so you can really feel the old callouses and scars he knows you love so much, before carefully dressing you in whatever nice thing he'd bought.
******i hardly proofread this sos sorry for the typos if they're there lol lmk if i should make more
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âItâs the only extra shirt I got here,â Leviâs voice returned to its natural stiffness as he handed her a V-neck long sleeve grey t-shirt.
âThanks,â she said with a shy smile while accepting it. Levi nodded as he drank from his canteen. Once she was dressed, he offered her some water, which she accepted.
Exhaustion washed over them as they lay down. His eyes focused on the ceiling, his arms bent behind his head. She lay on her side, watching him.
âWhat?â Levi's fierce eyes looked askance at her as she admired his side profile.
Her humming negative reply was all he got at first, and then, âWas it⌠was it enough for you?â
He turned his head to his left. âI came, didnât I?â
His bluntness was sometimes a blessing and sometimes not. She pouted at the idea. âBut⌠we didnâtâŚâ
âI said we wouldnât,â Levi quickly picked up the meaning behind her lack of conviction and rushed to reply. âBesides, even if you wanted to, I wouldnât have gotten my dick in. Youâre in your fertile days.â
The knowledge of that affirmation eluded her completely, to the point that she didnât even know what to inquire about first. She also felt extremely tired as she scooted closer to his frame. Levi took the hint and embraced her with one arm as she rested her head on his chest.
Humming again, this time affirmatively, she somehow understood his point. .. she believed.
âThatâs scaryâŚâ she whispered after a few minutes, and his attention returned to her.
âWhat?â
âI donât know if Iâll do it,â the words had no meaning to Levi, who was trying hard to follow her train of thought as she rambled. âI feel my legs tremble.â
Silence, as if she could hear the gears of his head working to comprehend. âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â
âAbout jumping,â she said casually.
âHuh?â he insisted, slightly raising up to hover over his left arm to have a better look at her face.
They were both confusedâhim because he didnât even fathom what she was talking about, and her because she couldnât believe that someone as street-smart as Levi didnât know about it.
âThatâŚâ she started her explanation, slightly ashamed like a kid afraid of answering a classroom question wrong. First confidently, then doubts sank in. âThat you have to jump ten times after it, so⌠so you donât get pregnant?â
Confusion, then realization. Leviâs frowning face as he tried to process what she had just said turned into his normal stoic one, and then he bit his bottom lip. His chest began to shake as he inhaled rapidly through his nose. He began to chuckle, and when his weight fell back onto the mat, he was loudly laughing.
Her disbelief at seeing him genuinely laugh for the first time was mixed with offense. âWhatâs so damn funny?â
Levi kept trying to control his reaction, stopping momentarily, but then he remembered it and laughed again. Covering his eyes with his forearm, he insisted on forming a sentence, but it was just too hilarious somehow.
âLet me get this straight,â he chuckled, âyou thought that jumping ten times, not nine, it has to be ten, would magically prevent you from getting pregnant?â
At this point, she was heavily offended. âWell yes!â Her enthusiastic affirmation only made him more entertained.
âThatâs the dumbest shit Iâve ever heard,â his declaration between chuckles made her pout heavily at him, feeling the embarrassment quickly washing over her. âIf it was that simple, brat, I wouldnât have been born.â
His hand ran through his features as he calmed down, slightly shaking his head with closed eyes as he processed the idea. âGod, how fucking bad are surface bastards that women have the energy to be jumping around after getting fucked?â
âWell, that was my question! Because Iâm tired!â she complained loudly, feeling she finally had a fair point in this conversation.
To her surprise, Levi rolled to his side and grabbed her face. Her resistance due to her petty anger was pointless because he easily held her. Both hands on each side of her head, he then planted a kiss on her forehead.
âYouâre so fucking stupid,â his whisper was fully covered in a thin layer of tenderness.
The pout on her features didnât cease as his fingers ran down the side of her face; it felt insulting that he was looking at her with such appreciation after laughing in her face. His knuckles caressed her cheekbone so gently.
âWho told you that shit?â
âThe girls in the barracks always talk about it,â she confessed, hoping that common knowledge among her companions would erase her ignorance.
âIâll pull out and weâll count days, thatâs what we will do,â Levi explained.
Probably my favourite scene ever from Holy Ground.
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this comes from @serasvictoria with this ask the prompt words were: pillow, caught, crush
18+ no minors, angst leading to smut, vulgar, eddie talks about his dick and steveâs đ
2.1k // eddie x fem reader
your ex hears youâve moved on; is he ready to let you go?
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âDonât be a dumbass.âÂ
Ringed hands were folded together, glistening from the makeshift dramatic lighting in Garethâs basement.Â
In the summer, Hellfire moved locations from one member's place to another, rotating every Friday to a different place. A new aroma to tickle oneâs nostrils upon entering whichever home was the designated spot for the evening, to host Hawkins very own hell bound teens.Â
Some homes were kept nicer than others, while Eddieâs trailer smelled like stale cigarettes and bong water, the Sinclairâs living room was pristine with updated furniture, smelling of warm vanilla and the smell of dinner still lingering in the air.Â
Gareth takes another gulp of Mountain Dew, wiping the lime colored beverage from his lips. Belching on the spot.Â
âWhy would I lie about that?âÂ
Eddie shifts in the folding chair leaning forwardâ the chain from his waist clinking on the metal, âwhatever man, donât fuck with me.âÂ
Gareth grins, hands up in surrender, âlisten dude, Iâm just telling you what we saw, no need to shoot the messenger.â
What Gareth and Jeff had seen weighed heavy on their minds. They had even contemplated on keeping it secret. The two couldnât decide if Eddie should know or if it would hurt himâ in the end Gareth opened his big mouth and blurted it out, in the most repugnant way imaginable.Â
The painted tin container used to hold dice was crushed under the weight of Eddieâs fist as he hammered it onto the table.Â
Jeff shook his head, sucking in a breath between his braced teeth, looking away from the soon to be manic Munson.Â
Eddieâs temper ran hot when it came to one thingâand one thing only, you.Â
Raking his fingers through his scalp, he kicks the back of his chair upon standing, ragged breaths in and out, eyes to the ceiling. You still had a hold on him, it had been monthsâand the only one who seemed to not be able to move on was him.Â
He chuckled, pinching the inner corner of his eyes and shaking his head, âone of you take over as DM, I gotta go.âÂ
Bounding up the stairs before he could hear any bitching from his two longest standing friends, the carpeted steps squished under his quickened boot steps. Stealing a cookie from an iridescent colored decorative plate on the kitchen counter, Eddie stomped out the front door and to the paved driveway, starting his van with a flick of his wrist, pedal to the floor as he reversed onto the street, running over flower beds in his wake.
â
The daffodil warmth of the sun was high in the sky, a small stitch of wind blew the blades of grass gently, feathering the soft pages of your book every so often.Â
It was a perfect summer day as you laid out on your driveway, ass parked in a tiny kiddie pool from your youth, blue in color, the flimsy plastic circle was filled with cool water straight from the hose.Â
A few shots of spiced whiskey danced on your tongue and tangoed with the carbonated bubbles of the mixed in Coke, fizzing with each slurp from your straw, you donât have a care in the world.Â
Admiring your freshly painted nails in the pastel bubble gum shade he had picked outâ it was a stark contrast to the ruby reds you had been accustomed toâ but those days were long gone, and things were finally starting to look up for you.Â
It had been four months since Eddie broke things off, claiming he needed âspace to find himselfâ and although you spent a majority of that time wallowing in ice cream containers and mopping up tears when you saw a brown set of curls, or heard the jingle of a chain walletâ you moved on.Â
He wasnât from Hawkins. Didnât know of Eddie at all, and you preferred to keep it that way. You were never ashamed of the boy you loved for so many years, the only embarrassment you felt was the night he ended things like someone would end a call after placing an order for pizza.Â
Like it meant nothing to him, like you meant nothing to him. But that was then, and you were happier now.
So when you looked up to see Garethâs wide eyes staring in shock was not at all how you imagined your date would go. You had been caught red handed by his best friends, and you knew it was only a matter of time before he found out.Â
Toes twirling in the water you bobbed your head along to the music playing on the portable radio, sunglasses perched on your noseâ not a single care in the world.Â
Until the music turned to something more familiar.. the screech of guitars and aggressive tempos, you could practically feel the warmth leave your skin as the dark cloud of Eddieâs van cast its shadow on your skin, parked in your driveway like he belonged here.Â
By the way he tore around the corner and through the stop signâ you knew he was pissed. The clunk of his rings scraped against the paint as he reached through the window to open the doorâstill broken.Â
âI donât smoke anymore Munson, but if youâre offering freebââ
âWho is he?â he interjected, in no mood for your joking tone.Â
Sucking your drink until the ice clinks together at the bottomâwhiskey making you ballsier than you ever had beenâyou finally answer, âWho is who?âÂ
He crosses his arms, trying to stay calm, although all he wanted to do was scream, âthe guy, cmon princess, don't play dumb with me.âÂ
Staring at him you canât believe the audacity of the boy standing in front of you, coming here, demanding to know whatâs going on in your life when heâs the one who practically skipped on his way out of it.Â
instead of stomping around and causing you a scene, you simply ignore him, âyouâre in the way.âÂ
âHuh?âÂ
Pointing with a lazy finger to the sky you watch as his eyes follow, âdonât tell me you came here to bitch me out, youâre wasting your time.â
He leans in over your body so close that you can see the chocolate color of his eyes, eyes that you'd lose count of the times youâd stare into them.Â
âIâm not leaving until you tell me who he is.âÂ
âOkay.â You say nonchalantly, unbothered.Â
âOkay?â
âYeah go ahead, stay. âs long as you want,â you push yourself up from the pool, standing in a string bikini that matched your nails, âIâll be the bigger person here, and Iâll leave.âÂ
Water dripped down your thighs as you walked to the front porch and pushed the door open, ready to slam it shut and twist the lock upon entryâbut a dark boot prevents your dismissal.
Rolling your eyes you try to kick his knee to get him to move but he wouldnât budge, and you huff in annoyance.Â
âPretty sure this is harassment.âÂ
You ignore the way he walks in your house like he knew his way around, even though he did, your house was a second home to him for years.
Shutting the door with dramatic flair, Eddie leans into your space, inches from your nose, âjust answer my question sweetheartâ and Iâll be on my happy little way.âÂ
âYouâre deranged if you think Iâm telling you anything.â
He cocks his head and laughs like a jerk, mocking you.
âThata more than likely, but I know better than anyone,â his eyes undress you, fingernails skating across your thighs, âhow much you like it.â
You turn and shout over your shoulder, âgo home Eddieâ Iâm not in the mood for this!âÂ
He barrels around you, demanding your attention.Â
âAww youâre not in the mood?â his voice dipped to a gravelly bite of anger as he put his hand over his heart, âmy sincerest apologies to your feelings babyâŚbut I somehow donât give a fuck about your little feelings when I find out from Gareth that you were sucking some guyâs dick in the Starcourt parking lot.âÂ
Your face heats in embarrassment and Eddieâs eyes are glassy, coated with pain. You never wanted to hurt him, never wanted him to look at you the way he is right now.Â
âEdââÂ
He smirks.
âI think itâs cuteâŚhonestly, still doing the same shit you did with meâŚâ he moves to brush your cheek with his thumb, âIâm flattered.â
âGet out,â you bite back, making to shove him to the door but youâre no match for him.Â
âDâdya swallow for him like you did for me?âÂ
âGet..âÂ
âHe bigger than me?âÂ
ââŚout!â your shoves are fruitless against his broad shoulders.
âLast I checked Harrington was the only one who had me beat⌠unless youâre fucking him too.â
The slap startled him, but he knew he deserved it. The torment in your eyes was fueled by his words and he fucking hated himself for making you feel that way.Â
He was hurting too, body shaking with rage and swallowing tears the whole drive here. But, when your tears fell on the apples of your cheeksâ all his pain turned to gloom.Â
âIâm sorryâ Iâ That was a dick thing to say.âÂ
âDo you think getting over you was easy for me?â
âI donât know.âÂ
âIt wasnât.. and truthfully I donât think I am yet, but what fucking choice did I have?!â
âBabeâ.âÂ
âI loved you, Eddie⌠I still fucking love you. Why isnât thatââ
His large hands clutch your cheeks, warm lips press into yours with a magnetic force you had forgotten about. Eddieâs tongue tasted like the tobacco spice of a camel, and a subtle hint of mint, and you devoured it like you were starved.Â
He whispers and groans how he was so stupid, a real dumb mother fucker, and that he never should have ended it.Â
Accepting his apologyâfor nowâyou pull him towards the couch, heels rocking on the carpet until they hit firm on the plush sectional, still lip locked with the man you swore, that you hated to your friends but your pillow heard a different plea ever since he broke your heart.
His arms wrap around your waist, fingers daintily pulling the string from your bikini bottoms until the soft fabric hits the floor. His Hellfire shirt joins them before you both collapse into one another on the cushions, Eddieâs hair draped into your face hiding you both away from consequences and the reality of bad decisions.Â
He breaks away from your lips to lick up the slope of your neck, and your head angles back in ecstasy. His body temperature was like fire against your skin, curling your legs around his back you couldnât get enough of him.Â
âSo fuckinâ beautiful,â Eddie grooaned, grinding into your naked cunt, his tongue kitten licking around your neck, working his signature hickey into your skin, âmy angel.â
You moan feather light in his ear, fingers twisted into his curls. His hand works down your front, sliding between your slick folds with skills you swore only he possessed.Â
He played your body like a guitar, knew how to tune you up, the proper way to hold you. A true expert of his craftâ your pretty little noises would harmonize from the simple touch of his fingers, your sweet cunt clinching onto him like vice.Â
âMissed that sound,â he chuckled, his bangs pushed up from the angle on your neck as you came undone, âso pretty like this⌠drunk on how Iâm making you feel.âÂ
Your eyes were pinched shut, chest heaving from the breath shattering orgasm you havenât had since you got dumped by him. Nobody came close to the way Eddie could do it.
Kissing him square on the mouth, you twist your tongue with his, massaging them together as if a flame could spark from the pink wet muscles.
Intimacy with Eddie felt like home, like a warm blanket straight from the dryer when you were freezing. A cup of soup to soothe an itchy throat.Â
He melted into you, collecting each gasp you choked out with a kiss from his lips, doing a poor job of hiding the smirk on his face when your breath was stolen from his pistoning hips.Â
Newâ but entirely the same, your bodies fell back into each other like no time had passed and he made up for what was lost, twice. Each time your cries rang out like music to his earsâ his favorite song.Â
You slept now, adjusting to his arm wrapped around you, a kiss to your forehead, and a new plea in your pillowcaseâ for Eddie to stay, forever.Â
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The bad kids haven't really looked too closely at the Rat Grinders (meta wise I know it's a commentary on different play styles and how shitty xp farming is and how op players/parties can become by doing the bare minimum if they put in the time while everyone else plays the damn game) but I find the split perspective problems absolutely fascinating. I can't wait for the Bad Kids to look at the Rat Grinders with envy and anger that the Rat Grinders got to live a normal highschool life without all this insane danger and experience being a teenager without it being the end of the world for them. Right now they just hate the Rat Grinders energy and are matching it back (which is a very high school thing to do. To have beef with a whole other group of kids and not even know why but you'll die on this hill because they started shit first)
Because to the Rat Grinders, from a purely outside perspective, the Bad Kids are fucking monarchs of the school, right? They skipped classes, ran around town, fought people, got arrested, hung out with a big devil? Every new staff member came at their recommendation? One of them has both her dads working at the school?? The destroyed school property, got teachers killed, straight murdered the coach? These fucking kids run around and are apparently scott-free? because the principal liked their chaos enough to let it go and help them avoid the police? To the Rat Grinders, the Bad Kids are untouchable. They're exempt from the law. They're liars, cheats and need to be humbled. It's unfair. From everyone elses perspective, it really does look like the Bad Kids have been given crazy favourtism.
Meanwhile, all of the Bad Kids have died at least once. They've been irreparably changed and are in a constant state of fight or flight. They assume everything is dangerous and anyone might be an enemy because for two goddamn years that was the exact case! They couldn't trust any adult first year! Literally anyone could have been infected with Kalina second year! who knows what happened with the Night Yord but I fucking bet they had issues with Yorbies pretending to be helpful just to kill them! Everyone, for two years, has been out to get them! They can't even sleep! And now they have to grind so hard or they fail. Adaine has a seemingly full time job after school basically every day because she literally can't afford to live? Fabian has taken on the most physically strenuous classes and sport one dude could and has dreams of also being a social legend because he's fucking lonely in that big house and he just wants to fill it. If anyone in the party fails or dies Riz is shit out of luck and wont ever get into a university? He so desperately wants his friends with him so he's working over time and ignoring his limits to make up for his party members not caring about the future. Fig is going through the strangest arc I've ever seen in my life? she's hard avoidant and taking three classes, so a 250% work load, because she's desperate to fill her time so she can't think about all the other work she has to do that if she ignores too long could crush her under the debt of her band from her label, or how alone she feels without her girlfriend around. Gorgug is so desperate to prove himself that he's doing four years of school work in one, trying to play catch up and also prove himself at the same time, he's taking it all so seriously but also is so fucking tired. And Kristen. Mother fucking Kristen "hey girlie" applebees. Expected to dedicate her life to a god with no direction, with the weight of failure being her gods death, while also being in school and also at your friends insistence needing to run for student body president and getting your priorities so mixed up and being completely left behind by her peers who didn't have to rework their entire world view and understanding of life in the span of a few months every few months.
The Bad Kids are in a terrible place. They're suffering. I want them to just say it out loud, to stop pretending they have it handled and are fine. I want Riz and Adaine to yell at the party to get their shit together. I want Fabian to tell someone how alone and abandoned her feels. I want Kristen to scream at Cassandra that she agrees, that it's not fair, she's just a kid, how could she be enough all on her own with no help? It sucks a god can only rely on a child, for both the god and child! They're both suffering from this arrangement! Neither is happy! I want Gorgug to beat the shit out of Porter with his inventions and rage at the same time, to make the best shit and use it in the most stunning way anyone has ever seen. I want Fig to finally get some freaking help, to have her teachers and parents reach out in a meaningful way and stop telling her to figure it out alone because clearly the pressure is too much for her to handle and she's drowning. I want someone, anyone, to look at the Bad Kids and tell them to stop. To help them. But I know it wont be that easy. I know it'll be the Rat Grinders yelling at how unfair it is the Bad kids get everything while they're on the sidelines that'll get under the Bad Kids skin and they'll yell about how awesome they are and that they didn't ask for any of this shit to happen to them and to fuck off. I know it's gonna get so much worse before it gets better. I know they'll figure it out and that it'll be a painful road there.
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12:05
Spencer Reid x BAU!Reader
18+â¤ď¸âđĽ MDNIâźď¸
You and Spencer can never be friends. You donât even like each other after the breakup. So why do you keep doing this with him?
Based only this song
You grunt in the mirror as you smooth down your tight dress. Spencer would be at this get together tonight. Spencer, your ex boyfriend. Spencer, your coworker who you carefully avoid. Spencer, who is bringing a date to the bar.
You pull up tinder to ensure your âdateâ is still good to meet you there, if you could call a complete stranger a date.
Thanks to Garciaâs tip that Spencer would be bringing a friend masquerading as a date to âsave face,â you were able to secure a faux date of your own.
ââ
Spencer eyes you from the other side of the bar, his date clinging to his arm drunkenly.
He texts you, a familiar message.
Spencer Reid: 12:05
The night has been impossibly long and youâre only two hours in to Garciaâs need to âcelebrateâ Hotchâs official retirement. Even if he isnât here. Heâll be in hiding until Scratch is dealt with.
Your date- Adam- is leaning on the bar stool behind you. He doesnât mind that youâre leaning into his lap. His hands trail up and down the sides of your legs nauseatingly. Not because heâs unattractive but because he isnât the only who has your attention.
Spencerâs eyes are bloodshot as he spins the liquor glass between his deft fingers, grinning insincerely at whatever his date is saying. His eyes havenât torn from yours for well over a minute as you lean forward on the bar, giving him a full view of your cleavage in the tight dress.
âDamn,â Adam praises because you just gave him a full view of your round ass in said dress.
Spencer clenches his jaw and swallows hard when Adam wraps his arms around you. He one ups you and turns to slowly and sinfully kiss the desperate girl clinging to him. You watch those lips work delicately and teasingly, those lips you miss on your body.
You look at your watch. Itâs time.
âGet off,â you swat Adam away.
You rush to the bathroom, anger and jealousy flaring in your chest. You know Spencer just called âCheck mateâ mentally. Ugh.
You also know heâll be in soon.
You splash water in your face and regard yourself with annoyance in the small bar bathroom. Graffiti litters the walls but itâs the endearing kind, the artful kind.
The door opens and you turn, not wanting to have one of those moments with another girl that âgets itâ in a bar bathroom. You startle at the sight of Spencer pushing the door closed behind him. He came. His tall frame takes up most up the doorway and it doesnât matter because he locks it.
âWhy are you here?â He asks. You scoff.
âThese are my friends too,â you inform him.
âYou know what I mean.â
He looks at his phone. 12:05am.
Thereâs a silent understanding. You both know what you want.
He looks so beautiful in the dim lighting, his eyes slightly glossy, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows⌠and that fucking disheveled hair. You shift your weight to your other foot, uneasy.
You move to push past him but he grips your bicep, halting you. Weeks of tension comes to a head when his skin touches yours and your eyes flicker up to his.
âYouâre maddening,â he rasps and shoves you back against the door. So he noticed then, all the lengths you had gone to in order to drive him crazy.
âDonât you have a date to get back to,â you retort and heâs got you caged between his arms- his lips hovering over yours.
His scent is as intoxicating as ever, sending shivers through your body as it recalls what pleasure usually accompanies that scent.
âDonât you?â He grins. Neither of you give a fuck.
He drops one hand and trails his fingers up your bare thigh until your dress is rolling up. A small moan escapes you as goosebumps dance up your skin. His eyes are full of lust, need.
He squeezes your thigh in the same instance that he kisses you aggressively. The taste of bourbon mixes in with the pins colada on your tongue. But beneath it all⌠is him.
And then your hands are under his shirt, touching his lean body as his own hands grip your ass. Both of you pant into the needy kiss as you urgently touch one another.
âI still canât stand you,â you huff, pulling him free of his pants.
âIâm still pissed at you,â he swears as he lifts you and wraps your legs around his narrow waist.
You donât have the ability to focus on the nature of the breakup because he pulls your thong to the side and pushes into your dripping cunt with ease. You sink down onto him and throw your head back.
He feels so good, so deep, as your body stretches once more to accommodate him. He hungrily kisses and bites at your neck as small whimpers escape him. You roll your hips in time to his thrusts which drives him crazy.
Lady Gaga is singing about paparazzi in the club as Spencer fucks into you. Your back slams into the hard door and you moan because somehow it intensifies the pleasure.
âSo tight,â he groans.
Your nails dig into the back of his neck as you hold onto him tight. The pleasure is blinding as your climax builds and you know you shouldnât be here doing this with him but your body needs every thing he has to offer.
He remembers everything, he remembers how your body works. One of his hands trails down between the two of you to rub your clit as he arches to hit your g-spot.
âOh god,â you whine.
âItâs just me,â he rasps breathlessly.
Egotistical.
Your body tenses and you come apart, shaking and moaning his name. You drench him in your arousal and he groans in pleasure, pulling his cock out of you fully before slamming back in.
His hands grip your hair and pull your head back so youâre looking at the ceiling. He bites down on your cleavage and he sucks hard.
âFuck,â you cry out.
Spencer stills and you feel his cock pulse inside of you as he finds his release. He grips your hair harder and you do the same to him- pinning each other in awkwardly painful and hateful positions as he cums inside of you.
When heâs done, he pulls out of you quickly. You move back to standing and tug your dress down. You both regard each other with satisfaction and disdain as he fixes his belt.
He licks his lips and runs his fingers through his hair on an exhale. You both know you can never be friends. You donât know how to do anything except hate each other, bicker, and fuck each other.
âSee you at work on Monday,â he smiles sarcastically and exits the bathroom.
Your legs are still trembling as you war with hatred and satisfaction.
When you make it back out to the floor, Spencer has joined the group and their dates in a massive booth and his date is perched on his lap.
He grins at you and waves two fingers, gesturing you to join him and the group. Heâs smug, heâs a jackass. You narrow your eyes on him and drag your date from the bar.
Fine, youâll keep playing this game.
You take up residence in Adamâs lap and laugh at something Lewis says. You feel Spencerâs eyes on you.
Fuck you, Spencer Reid.
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Kinktober day 2
ftm yautja oc (Bhankui-ya) x male reader
Can Yautja be FTM? No idea, but this one can. Ive only watched one predator movie, so this is mainly just cooked up from my own imagination and attraction to Yautja, as well as the many fics I read. I used a generator for the name, so if itâs bad, blame the generator.
This is also more just âhaha funny relationship between a yautja and his oomanâ kinda vibes. very fun to write, i would love to write about Bhan again.
Mixed wording for the yautjas bits.
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Dating a yautja was an⌠interesting experience. Bhankui-ya, or as you called him, Bhan, was no exception. But really, dating a scaley 8ft tall alien warrior who could rip your spine out of your body with his pinky really didnât get any weirder. You were never gonna complain though, except for the times he would sit his entire weight in your lap, and you were left gasping for air. It wasnât your fault that yautja weigh the same as three men of their size. You loved it though, and you had a feeling Bhan knew that.
How you came to date your partner, mate, as he called it, was another strange set of circumstances. You had a past of your own, and there wasnât much left to live for. So, you had set out to take down the people whoâd harmed you and your loved ones the most with you. Your body was littered with the scars they left on you, and your heart was covered in even more, aching for the siblings theyâd taken from you. Be it from their abuse, or your siblings taking their own lives because of them.
It hadnât truly registered at the time. You didnât know what a bad blood was, or that Bhan was an enforcer. You just knew that scaley fucker, who was already missing an arm and hissing like a wet feral cat, was trying to take your kill goal from you. Bahn would later tell you, after laying in bed feeling like hed just drained the very life out of you, that you fought more feral than a kiande amedha fighting for its queen.
You still didnât really know what that was, but you had seen skulls, trophies, Bhan kept of them. Apparently, they were a big deal, and seeing you acting like one got him wet. For some reason. But hey, you got hard seeing him cleaning his knives and spears, who were you to judge that he got heated up seeing you rip a bad bloods mandibles right out their face.
Anyways. In the end you came with him, since youâd âproven yourselfâ somehow. And having literally nothing and no one on earth, you just followed. You were no warrior or hunter, at least nothing compared to yautja. But you had a âlook in your eyeâ in Bhans words, or rather clicks. The implant to understand him still itched at times. You just âneeded to unleash itâ whatever that meant.
Turns out the one place you can unleash this so-called power is in the bedroom. Because, where yautja may be the superiors in many ways, it seems in the way of the body humans were still more advanced. Bhan would tell you it was because âOomans like you are controlled by bodily urgesâ, you just think heâs jealous you used to fuck a toy before you met him.
You honestly felt like you were on top of the world the first time you used a vibrator on his clits, because apparently his people had three. Seeing him rip holes in his seat and how he would arch, and roar made you feel euphoric, it had to be the same rush Bhan felt on a good kill. But instead, you got it from making him squirt so hard his legs were shaking.
You never got to live on that high for very long. Apparently Bahn liked to âpeel you back down againâ so you âdidnât get too confidentâ. Apparently, a confident hunter was a dead hunter, or something like that. It was pretty hard to think about his âlessonsâ when he was riding you though, his sheer bulk slamming down on your already aching human hips until you were making noises similar to the creatures he hunted when they were dying.
That didnât stop you from stocking up on toys though. The next time you came to earth, you scrounged up money one way or the other, and immediately entered the best quality shop you could find. Bhankui-ya was off doing whatever he needed to do, and in the meantime you were trying to find out which wand would work on him.
The conversation with the store clerk was embarrassing, to you at least. They seemed quite entertained as you fumbled out that you were trying to find something that would work on your âtaller than you can imagine, buff as hell and more dangerous than a tiger on steroidsâ partner. They were very helpful though, and even gave you some discounts and wished you luck on your way, as you stumbled out of the store with at least two bags on each arm.
It was only experience at this point that helped you remember where the ship was, since it was invisible and all that. But as you got inside you immediately clambered off to the bedroom, where you got to work. Bhankui-ya wouldnât know what hit him when he got back, you would make sure of that.
Of course, you shouldnât have been surprised when your mate came back beaten and bloody, but lugging the bad bloods head under his arm. You had gained a fascination with seeing the heads of his kills, alright? So, what if it made you morbid. And Bhan? He just seemed to almost preen as you oohd and aahd over his kill.
Patching him up was a coupleâs activity, mainly just because you liked patching him up, and Bhan liked when you did it. He could have easily fixed himself up with the many tools he got as a yautja, but where was the fun in that, when he got to see his little blood thirsty ooman patch him up instead. Bhan did have to stop you from licking his blood up at times, lest he decided to ride you right then and there.
In the end you forgot all about the wide array of toys youd laid out in the bedroom, in the order you planned to use them on him. You sent Bhan on his way, deciding to be a good mate and drag his heavy as fuck armour and weapons off to where they needed to go for cleaning and polishing. It caused aches in your back, but Bhans purrs made it all worth it.
Walking into the bedroom Bhankui-ya got to see your little plan, and if the hunt and your pampering, as well as that flicker of bloodlust in your eyes hadnât got him wet, then this did. How sweet of you, his little mate, to want to pamper him this way. Had you remembered it was your anniversary? (you hadnât) how could he not use the gifts you set out.
Walking into the bedroom to see Bhan fucking himself with one of the toys, a vibrator against his clits made you almost pass out. Hed even worked one of the plugs into his other hole, his muscular thighs spread wide open as he purred in your direction, his noise like a siren call that had you stumbling over your own feet, almost making you eat floor.
Bahn had tried to laugh at your stumbling, but you were on his slit like a starved animal. It was only the fact that Bahn let you that you got the vibrator away from his nubs, mainly because he loved your mouth on him. It was just so much nicer to have a human eat him out than a fellow yautja, he had taken lips for granted his entire life.
Having just gotten back from a hunt left him more pliable, and willing to go along with your whims. Which was how you got four of those wired vibrators strapped to his thighs, and up his cunt, set to the highest setting as you fucked into his ass. The wand youd bought was worth all the money as well, as you used it to swap from one bundle of nerves to the other, Bhankui-ya howling loud enough that your ears were ringing. You wouldnât be shocked if they were bleeding, but did you care? No, no you did not.
The adrenaline from his hunt, your powerful scent of want and hunger, and just the fact that Bhankui-ya didnât indulge in other mates before you, left him sensitive and so needy, something you gladly abused any chance you got.
The bed needed to be completely replaced afterwards, but thatâs how it went every time you got him like this. Never in your dreams did you think you could have someone as powerful and dangerous as Bhan, limp and panting, his entire body shaking and spent. Seeing his mandibles quivering always made your heart lurch, it felt like a symbol that you had done it all right.
Times like this were never about you or getting you off. But you also knew Bhan wouldnât accept it if you didnât get to finish too, so you always did it wherever he wanted it most. There was little chance of you two having offspring, mainly because Bhan had an implant that made pregnancy impossible. Because, unsurprisingly, yautja had even better prevention care than humans could ever dream off. You swore you heard him chirping about pups every now and then though, when you had him so wrung out that his eyes kept rolling back, even when you werenât doing more than petting his torso.
Aftercare was also something Bhankui-ya could appreciate that came from humans. Yautja did care for each other after mating, but it was mainly just to patch each other up if it got bloody, or feeding the other food and water. Being rubbed all over and massaged was enjoyable, so you wouldnât catch Bhankui-ya complaining.
You both knew you were gonna be the one shaking and limping in a few days though. He couldnât let you get too confident, now, could he? Maybe hed even show you how some of the weapons he owned could be used in more⌠fun and creative ways.
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Study buddy or... fuck buddy? - Yeosang
KINKTOBER DAY 8- REQ. BY anon
~"yeosang x reader; please add squirt and virgin reader?"
pairing: yeosang x fem!reader
genre: 18+, college au
summary: anatomy lessons weren't this.. practical in the past.
wc: 2.7k
warnings: college au, friends with benefits, protected sex (we cheered !), cumming, squirting, first time sex, yeosang is a lil gentle boi at first, gets a lil bit rougher throughout the moment, he's a damn tease, aftercare, unedited, completely consensual, making out, for sure forgot something.
Author's Note: Hm. I liked writing this one. Was a lil bit harder at first cause I didn't quite have ideas for the plot but.. the ironic situation was that I got this idea while actually studying anatomy... sigh, to be fucked senseless while in break from studying... slams desk. Anyways! My loves, hope you like it!! đââď¸đ
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the member in any way.
The soft hum of fluorescent lights filled the classroom, the buzz faintly drowned by the chatter of students packing up their bags. Another long day of classes had come to an end, and the weight of exhaustion was heavy in the air. You let out a slow sigh, stretching your arms over your head as you leaned back in the chair. Mind buzzed with information from the anatomy lectureâcomplex structures, nerves, and muscles all swirling together in a chaotic mess.
Being a medical student was no joke. Between the countless hours of lectures, labs, and the never-ending stream of exams, it felt like there was hardly time to breathe, let alone focus on anything outside of school. Relationships? That was out of the question. Who had time for the emotional rollercoaster of commitment when you could barely keep up with the textbooks?
"Hey," came a familiar voice from beside you.
You turned your head to see Yeosang slipping into the seat next to you, his expression as calm and composed as ever. His light blonde hair fell just slightly into his eyes, and he pushed it back with an absent-minded flick of his hand. Even after hours of classes, he still looked effortlessly put together, which was more than you could say for yourself.
"You surviving?" he asked, his lips quirking into a small smile as he dropped his bag onto the floor.
"Barely," you chuckled, rubbing your temples. "Today was brutal."
Yeosang nodded in agreement, leaning back in his chair. "Tell me about it. Anatomyâs kicking my ass. I donât know how youâre managing to keep up with all of this."
You shrugged, trying to play it off even though you knew the material was just as hard for you. "You just do what you can, I guess. Itâs not like we have a choice. Weâre all drowning in the same boat."
He smirked, his eyes drifting toward me. "Lucky I have you to help me stay afloat."
It was a lighthearted comment, but it carried the familiar tone of your casual dynamic. Yeosang and you had developed this strange, unspoken arrangement over the past few months. Friends with benefits, no strings attached, no drama. You both agreed early on that neither of you wanted anything serious. Medical school was already overwhelming; the idea of adding the complications of a relationship into the mix felt like an unnecessary distraction. And honestly, it worked. You kept things simple, funâjust two people who got along well, enjoyed each other's company, and let off steam when the stress of school became too much. You never had sex with him tho. With no one. You thought it would interfere with the feelings between two people, hence you and Yeosang only had make out sessions for now. And he was okay with it. Tho, it was about to tkae a 180 degree turn..
"Yeah, I guess youâre lucky," you teased, nudging him with your elbow.
His grin widened, and he gave you a playful nudge back. "Speaking of which, I was wondering if you were free tonight. You need help with some of this anatomy stuff. Weâve got that exam coming up, and Iâm seriously struggling."
"Anatomy?" you raised an eyebrow. "Thatâs not exactly light studying."
"I know, I know," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "But if I donât get this stuff down, Iâm screwed. Youâre better at this than I am, and I could use the help."
You hesitated for a moment, considering your options. It had been a long day, and you were tempted to just go home and crash, but the thought of studying alone didnât sound appealing either. Plus, you knew Yeosang needed the help. And, if you were being honest with yourself, you didnât mind spending time with himâespecially in a more relaxed setting.
"Fine," you finally agreed, gathering your things and standing up. "But you owe me coffee or something for this."
"Deal," he said, standing up as well, his smile genuine. "Iâll make sure to have some at my place. Youâll need it."
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Yeosangâs apartment wasnât far from campus, and the walk there was peaceful, the evening air cool and crisp as you made your way through the quiet streets. When you arrived, he unlocked the door and ushered you inside, the familiar scent of his place hitting you immediately. It was clean, minimalist, the kind of space that felt uncluttered and calmâperfect for someone like him, who always managed to maintain that same composed demeanor no matter how stressful school became.
"Make yourself at home," he said, tossing his bag onto the couch as he headed toward the kitchen. "Iâll grab us some coffee."
You dropped your things on the dining table, already pulling out the anatomy textbook and notes. It was a massive textbook, the kind that seemed to weigh as much as all your collective stress, but you flipped it open, scanning through the sections you knew you'd be covering.
Yeosang returned a few moments later, setting two mugs of coffee on the table before sliding into the seat besides you. He leaned back casually, watching as you flipped through the pages, his eyes following the movement of your hands.
"So, where do we start?" he asked.
You took a sip of the coffee, the warmth of it soothing after a long day. "Letâs go over the musculoskeletal system first. I know thatâs usually where people get tripped up."
For the next hour or so, you worked through the material, explaining the finer points while Yeosang asked questions here and there. Despite the subject matter being dense, the atmosphere between you was relaxed, easy. It was always like this with Yeosangâno pressure, no tension. Just a comfortable rhythm.
But as you moved through the material, you couldnât help but notice the way his gaze lingered on you a little longer than usual, the way his hand would brush against yours when he reached for his pen or the way his knee pressed lightly against yours beneath the table. It was subtle, but it was there. Familiar.
Eventually, you leaned back, stretching your arms above your head and letting out a long sigh. "Okay, I think weâve covered enough for now. You should be good for the exam."
Yeosang didnât respond right away. Instead, he shifted in his seat, his eyes watching you with that same quiet intensity you'd seen beforeâwhen the interactions had veered into something less academic, something more physical.
"Youâre a lifesaver," he finally said, his voice lower, softer than before. He leaned in just a little, his arm brushing against yours as his eyes locked onto you. "I really donât know how Iâd get through this without you."
There it wasâthat shift, that unspoken tension that had always existed between the two of you, just beneath the surface. You felt it too, the pull between, the way your casual arrangement had always felt so effortless, so natural. No strings, no complications. Just the two of you, in moments like this, where the lines blurred between study partners and something more.
You met his gaze, heart rate picking up slightly as you saw the way his expression had changed. His hand, warm and sure, moved to rest on your thigh, fingers gently tracing small, lazy circles there. It wasnât aggressive, just a quiet, deliberate touch that sent a shiver through your body.
"Yeosang," you began, voice trailing off as his hand moved a little higher, his touch firm but not demanding.
"Weâve been studying for a while," he murmured, his voice low and smooth as his thumb grazed the inside of your thigh. "Maybe we should take a break."
"I-" you stuttered, not knowing what to do. You wanted to.. have sex with him, that's for sure. He was a good guy, whom could be even better in bed, you thought. But was it ethical? to fuck your.. best friend? Without being in a serious relationship? Well, in reality, friends with benefits is known for exactly that thing but at first you omitted that detail.. You loved how good you get along with him, all the intimate moments you had, without the proper sexual part. You were a virgin after all..
and you always thought that you'd never fuck him. But was it the same today...?
You never told him this, yes.. You remembered. You never told him you never had sex, either. The reason you were still "friends with benefits" if you could even call making out that, was that he was damn patient with you. You loved that about him.
"W-what do you wanna do?" you asked, seemingly confused but you knew where this was going.
"I mean.. just the usual, if you don't want something more" he said.
There it was. His patience running thin but never actually doing something about it. He was patient. Now, it was up to you. He was contently looking into your eyes, waiting for any sign from you.
Your hand went for his biceps, looking in his eyes. Then, he slowly went in for a kiss, not wanting to startle you. The kiss was needy, lustful, like it has always been. Tongues interlocking and touching, his hands were all over you.
He'd always get turned on from kissing and touching you. It was partly sexual, after all. And he always also got slightly hard, but he'd take care of it by himself later that day. It was.. sketchy, how patient he was. Seconds later you acted on instinct and impulse, but where did the action come from? Your right hand went from his biceps to his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch.
Yeosang stopped for a moment and looked at you, surprised. "Hm? Tell me sweetie, what do you wanna do?" he said, cupping your face. "Tell me" he murmured in a soft tone.
"I-uh" you stuttered.
"Hm?"
You didn't continue your words but you still answered his question. Your hand rode up his thigh, even closer to his crotch. Then, almost acting on instinct, your hand unbuckled his pants. He smirked at your action and leaned in for a slower, sloppier kiss. He smiled against your lips, sending shivers down your spine. He took you in his embrace and placed you in his lap, still kissing you. His hands went traveling, slowly making their way up to your breasts, to which you flinched for a short second.
He stopped.
"Hey, we don't have to do this if you don't feel comfortable with it. We can do the usual" he said in a reassuring tone.
"N-no" you said. "I wanna do this."
"Then.. may I?" he asked.
"Yes " you firmly said, kinda excited for what was gonna happen next.
You went in for a kiss again, your hands carresing his back softly. As you embraced him you started taking off his shirt, his muscles leaving you speechless. He saw your expression and giggled, finding you cute. He also took off your shirt, then he nodded, asking you if he can also take your bra off. You nodded affirmative and he left your chest bare in front of him.
Yeosang embraced you and put you on the desk, pushing away all the anatomy books you were supposed to have started studying by now. He took off your scrubs slowly. Yes, you had a practical that day and you were too damn lazy to go home and change yoursekf befoee going over at Yeosang and you also went right after classes. On the other note, he was wearing jeans cause he had only anatomy classes today. As soon as he took care of your clothes he also took care of his, both of you being left in only your underwear. His cock was already straining against the briefs, where your eyes spent a little too much time to stare at. He didn't say anything, even tho he probably saw you.
He took of your panties and threw them on the floor and looked contently at you. His rifht hand rode up your thigh and went for your folds, being really patient wirh you. He was looking you in your eyes to see any discomfort or sometning. But as soon as he saw that you were okay with it, he used two of his fingers to thrust them in. You moaned softly at the sensation, arching your back in response.
After he prepped you for a couple of minutes, basically already making your legs slightly tremble, he took you in his embrace and took you to his room where he put you on the bed. He softly pushed you back as he kneeled halfway on the edge of the bed. He took his briefs off and his cock sprung out, leaving you agape. He climbed on tbe bed right between you, feeling his length right against your folds.
"WAIT, wait." you suddenly shouted.
"Hm? what happened?" he said confused.
"I have to tell you something-"
What? Tell me" he sounded a bit worried avout what you'd say.
"It's just that, uh- Ah fuck it. I haven't had sex... never." you finally told him. "So please.. be gentle with me...?" you whispered.
Yeosang giggled. "Seriously? This is what you've been stressed about? Don't worry, I'll take good care of you, silly." he giggled and continued.. "May I? I want to make sure you're comfortable and all.." he whispered.
"Y-yes." you shyly said.
He looked at you and observed your expression. He knew you were turned the fuck on. Your folds literally dripping on the mattress, legs slightly shaking from only his fingers and eyes wide to see what he eas about to do.
"You don't know just how much I've wated this... but I care too damn much about you to have pushed the note or make you do something. Thanks.. for trusting me" he smiled against your thigh.
Yeosang stroked his length for a couple of times, then opened the drawer besides the bed. He took a condom out and put it on, making you feel even safer with him. He looked you in the eyes and nodded, to which you nodded back and he slowly pushed himself in. Your back slightly arched under his action, eyes teary and your hands holding onto his hands. He started slowly thrusting, watching you contently.
"Does it feel good to you?" he asked, hands holding your waist thightly.
"Y-yes!" you soflty shouted.
"Then.. mind if I go a little.. rough?" he bottomed down. "You gotta get a taste of how you'll be fucked in the future, sweetie"
You smiled. The little.. joke? you thought of it as a joke, yes, made you smile. He took that as a yes and as soon as he started thrusting a little bit faster, your chest rose up, soft muffled moans could be heard. You started to feel your core getting thighter and thigtber, you kinda new what that feeling was. To be true to yourself.. you haven't had sex with anyone but.. you fingered yourself at least twice since the semester started.
"Yeosang I-" you stuttered.
"Hm?" he was out of it.
"I'm.. c-close" you finally said.
"Me too" and as soon as he finished his words he raised your back up and took you in his embrace. You were now on your fours, back arching against his chest with every thrust. Kisses started trailing along your spine and shoulders, sending shivers down your spine. Within a couple more thrusts you finished, clenching onto him harshly. Surprised, he stopped for a short moment then started fucking you again, even more forcefully. It hurt but oh god... you were right when you told yourself he might be goon in bed. All sort of thoughts were running through your head, your chest slowly falling on the mattress.
He lifted you up.
"I'm not done... yet" his thrusts became sloppier and heavier, panting softly in thr nape of your neck, leaving kisses all over. As soon as his hands found their way to your breasts and pinched your nipples, you moaned loudly and.... squirted all over the place. Yeosang found that damn hot and came as soon as your moan revebrated through his body. He softly fucked you through his high, then came to a stop.
He slowly put you down and pulled out, throwing the condom away. He covered you with the weighted blanket he'd always had in his bed and hugged you thightly.
"...hey. How was.... it?" he spoke first in a soft tone.
"..A-amazing" you said, head still dizzy. "Though.." you continued.
"Hm?"
"I didn't quite expect to.. you know. Squirt..?" you giggled. "You're really something, Yeosang"
A smile rose on his face, "and this is not even everything that I can do" he laughed, teasingly.
"I bet"
"Hah, come on now. Let's get you washed up." he lifted you up and carried you to the bathroom.
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Oh my fucking god I loooove your works. Literally fot me giggling, screaming and kicking my feet up in the air reading then
May I ask Remy with an insecure reader who craves someone who loves spoiling reader? Maybe reader never got what they want growing up, so they go to a mall together, and Remy notices reader starring at a lot of things but not buying anything.
Then Remy confronts reader and tells her that it's okay to want things, and that he's happily willing to pay for her
Bonus if reader fights him to split the bill :)
(based on my fantasies and personal experience !!)
thank you so much for considering this!!
A/N: I love this so much. Remy would absolutely steal for you too if it came down to it LOL. Also, I'm so sorry it took so long for me to write this up! I've been extremely busy đ Pairing: Remy LeBeau x Reader Prompt: Remy wants to spoil reader so he does just that. Reader is not used to having expensive things.
For You, Anything
The dazzling lights of the mall cast a kaleidoscope of colors across Remy LeBeau's chiseled features, accentuating the playful glint in his eyes. Beside him walked you, a quiet beauty whose gaze drifted longingly over the displays of sparkling jewelry and luxurious clothes. Your fingers fidgeted nervously, a subtle sign of your inner turmoil.
Remy, ever the observant charmer, noticed your silent yearning. He'd seen it before - a flicker of desire followed by a swift retreat into self-doubt. It tugged at his heartstrings, knowing you craved the simple pleasures that life had denied you. He understood the weight of your past, the unspoken scars that made you hesitant to embrace the good things life had to offer.
"Somethin' caught your eye, cher?" he asked softly, tilting his head towards a window showcasing a delicate necklace. The pendant, a shimmering teardrop of sapphire, seemed to mirror the longing in your eyes.
You blushed, your gaze darting away. "Oh, it's nothing," you murmured, a practiced smile masking your insecurity.
But Remy wasn't fooled. He gently took your hand, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. "Don't be shy, ma belle. It's okay to want things."
Your eyes widened in surprise. "But I..."
"You deserve the world, (Y/N)," he interrupted, his voice laced with sincerity. "And gambit more than happy to spoil you."
A warmth spread through your chest, a mix of disbelief and gratitude. "Remy, you don't have to..."
"But he want to," he insisted, his smile as bright as the midday sun. "Let Gambit show you how much you mean to him."
Reluctantly, you allowed him to lead you into the store. The air hummed with quiet luxury, the scent of polished wood and expensive perfume mingling in the air. Your eyes sparkled as you tried on the necklace, the sapphire catching the light and casting an ethereal glow on your face. It was as if the jewel had awakened a dormant part of you, a part that dared to dream and desire.
At the register, Remy reached for his wallet, but you stopped him, a hesitant glint to your eye. "Are you sure?"
Remy sighed, then placed a kiss to your cheek. "Positive." He paid for your jewelry and you felt seen, cared for.
You were positively blushing as he opened the box and clasped the little dainty necklace around your neck. "It's as beautiful as the person wearin' it."
As you left the store, hand-in-hand, you felt a lightness you hadn't experienced in years. The weight of your past seemed to lift, replaced by a newfound sense of self-worth. Remy's love was a balm to your wounded soul, filling the void you'd carried for so long.
The evening continued with a surprise visit to a fancy restaurant. As the waiter presented the bill, Remy reached for it, but you were quicker.
"No way, Remy," you said firmly, pulling out your wallet. "You bought me the necklace, I'm splitting the bill with you."
He raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. "Are you sure, cher? I don't mindâ"
"I insist," you interrupted, meeting his gaze with determination. "It's only fair."
Remy chuckled, his heart overflowing with love for your stubborn independence. He knew it was important for you to feel like an equal partner, not just someone he showered with gifts.
"Alright, ma belle," he conceded, his voice laced with amusement. "But next time, it's on me."
Later that night, nestled in his arms, you whispered, "Thank you, Remy. For everything."
He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Don't ever be afraid to want, cher. And remember, I'm always here to give you the world."
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