#I WISH THEY HAD MORE TIME TO REPAIR THEIR RELATIONSHIP
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A helping hand
Summary: Your boyfriend ignores more than one task.
Pairing: Biker!(Neighbor) Bucky Barnes x Neighbour!Reader
Warnings: lazy/awful boyfriend, cheating, breaking up, paying for help the naughty way, smut, unprotected sex, oral (fem rec), dirty talk, sex in a car
A/N: Inspired by a post on TikTok.
The story was written for:
@avengers-assemble-bingo: Kinky Bingo: Square filled: âThatâs a good girl.â
buckybarnesbingo 2024 (expired): Square filled: U2: Kink: Lingerie
buckybarnesbingo 2023 (expired) K1: Wish
buckybarnesbingo 2022 (expired): Y5:Â Kink: Vibrators
@buckyboybingo: Square 18: Car sex
âBabe, can you have a look at the bathroom door? It gets stuck all the damn time. Yesterday, I fought for half an hour with it before I could leave the room.â You sigh as your boyfriend takes his sweet time to answer. He has the week off but didnât help you with anything at the house. âBabe?â
âIâm not a builder nor a handyman, Y/N!â He finally answers after wolfing the breakfast you made for him before cleaning the kitchen down. âIf you want it to be done, hire someone or do it yourself.â
Another task on your long list. âFine, Iâll do it myself.â You grumble and begrudgingly put your book away. All you wanted was to have some free time on your week off too.
Jason comes back home late at night. He was having a blast playing video games with his friends and eating all the snacks you bought last week for a lazy night with streaming and your favorite movies.
âOh, good, you are back,â you call from the bathroom. âBabe, the sink in the bathroom is leaking, and the tap is still dripping. Can you help me fix this tomorrow?â
âSorry, I have plans with the guys tomorrow, and I am not a plumber,â Jason yells from downstairs before taking the leftovers of tonightâs dinner out of the fridge. The meal you prepared for the two of you, for him to not come home.
It feels like Jason doesnât even try to make this relationship work any longer. Heâs just not in it anymore.
You close your eyes and huff. Of course, he wonât help you fix the sink either. Whatever. Youâll find a way to get the door, sink, and tap somehow. Even if you must pay a handyman to fix everything.
The next day you had to go on another shopping spree. Jason and his buddies did not only eat all of your snacks, but the food you needed for dinner too.
âOh, fuck me,â you kick one of the wheels of your car. âSeriously? The sink is a mess, the tap, and the bathroom door. On top of it all, you have to mess with me too?â
âHello, neighbor! Is everything alright?â Bucky, your neighbor of two years, waves at you. He stopped his bike in front of your house to jog toward your car and help you with the bags in your trunk. âWhatâs wrong, doll?â
âUrghâŚeverything,â you huff. âI got no time for my car to break down. I need to repair the sink, the tap, and the bathroom door. And my vibrator broke, so no, nothing is good.â
âWhat about your boyfriend?â Bucky furrows his brows. âWhy doesnât he help you with all of this?â He glances at the engine light. âI could help you with the car and everything else.â
Bucky grins as you consider his offer. Jason would get mad if you let your neighbor repair all the things in your house. On the other hand, Jason is barely around and doesnât care much about helping you repair the sink or anything else.
âWhat do you want in return? I spared some money and could pay you back for your time.â
Buckyâs grin widens when you tell him youâll talk to your boyfriend first. Youâll give Bucky a call if Jason refuses to help you.
âJason, babe, could you help me with my car? The engine light is on again, and the engine died three times on my way back home!â
Jason barely looks up from his fishing magazine. He plans to spend the weekend with his friends, not you. âBabe, Iâm not a mechanic!â
âBut you work on your old-timer all the time. Youâre good with cars. At least have a look at it and tell me how much it will cost me to let a mechanic repair it.â
âNo time. I need to focus onâŚâ He mumbles the rest, and you donât care what he has to say. You just wish that for once, you and the home you share were more important to Jason than his friends.
Rolling your eyes at his poor excuses, you decide to ask Bucky for help. He offered to lend you a hand, and you wonât turn him down. You only need to ask him about payment.
âBabe, Iâm off for my weekend with my friends. Have a good time,â Jason says as he walks into the bathroom to grab his toothbrush. âOh, the door works again.â
âYeah, I know,â you reply from inside the walk-in wardrobe. âBucky offered his help and fixed everything today, even my car. We went on a test drive too.â
âThatâs great,â he hastily says and pokes his head inside the wardrobe. âSoâŚwhat did he want for it?â
You smirk. âOh, he said I could bake him a cake or,â you giggle at the next part, âor sleep with him.â
Jason snorts. âWhich cake did you make him, and are there any leftovers?â
âYouâre so funny,â you snort. âIâm not a bakerâŚâ
âWhatâŚme?â Jason watches you roll a suitcase out of the walk-in wardrobe. âNo wayâŚno. You wouldnâtâŚwould you?â
You pat his cheek and say, âWell, it all started as a jokeâŚâ
âWow, that was fast!â You watch Bucky clean his hands, trying to get the grease off his skin. He not only fixed your sink, the tap, and the bathroom door but also your car. âHowâd you do it?â
âIâm good with my hands,â he replies, that sexy smirk on his lips again.
âSoâŚhow can I pay you back?â You ask, stepping closer to your car. âYou did a great job.â
âYou could bake me a cake.â Bucky steps closer to look over your shoulder at the engine light thatâs now off again. âOrâŚâ He moves his hands to your hips, squeezing lightly as he nuzzles his face in your neck, âSleep with me. Let me make you scream my name in different languages because I know that piece of shit you call your boyfriend doesnât do it right.â
Without hesitation, you turn around to face Bucky. He expectantly looks at you, not a doubt in his blue eyes as he waits for your answer. Bucky knows you are not going to turn him down. Why would you?
âI hope youâre only half as good at fucking at repairing my car.â Fisting his shirt, you bring him closer for a messy kiss. âHow about we go for a ride in my car?â
âHow about I go for a ride with you in your car?â He doesnât wait for an answer. His mouth covers yours, swallowing the needy noises you make when his hands start to roam your body.
âWhy not?â you purr against his lips. âThis backseat hasnât seen any action for ages.â
âIâll fucking ruin it.â Bucky pins you against your car, hands moving to your ass to grope you roughly. âYeah, youâll scream my name.â
Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck, keeping him close to your body. The kisses you share are not sweet or innocent. Itâs almost primal and beyond sensual.
âHow could you wear a dress like that and make me rock-hard while I tried to be a gentleman?â he mutters against your lips. His right hand moves under your dress, finding your brand-new lace pantiesâthe ones you bought only for him.
He shoves your panties aside to pinch your clit. âYouâre already soaking my fingers, and you didnât even see my cock.â Bucky smirks before he rips your panties off your body.
You whine against his lips; these were new, and you liked them.
âSo needy, baby doll?â He laughs against your lips as if heâs not poking you with his erection. âIâll take good care of you.â
Bucky toys with your clit, tugging and pinching it, just the way you like it. âBuckyâŚâ You whine loudly. âPlease.â
âPatience, baby.â He pecks your lips and moves you toward the back of your car. âGet on the backseat and spread those pretty legs for me. Iâll eat this cunt first.â
You lick your lips. Jason never was an enthusiastic pussy eater. âFuckâŚâ You curse and eagerly open the door and get in the backseat.
Bucky doesnât wait. He crawls onto the backseat and puts your legs over his shoulders. His mouth immediately claims your pussy, licking and nipping at your sensitive flesh.
You cry out and slap the backseat, feeling his lips seal around your clit. âBuckyâŚwhat if someone sees?â
âI donât care,â he grunts against your cunt. âAnyone sneaking close to your garage will know youâre mine now.â
You buck your hips. His hands grip your hips, holding you in place. Bucky doesnât like giving up control. He alternately laps at you and sucks your clit into his mouth.
His tongue, the skilled muscle, teasingly flicks your little nub. Your hands shoot toward his head, cupping the back of his head to press him closer to your cunt.
He laughs against you, stopping right when you are about to find release. âNot yet, baby,â Bucky purrs. He places a searing kiss on your clit. âYouâll come on my cock only.â
 You watch him unzip his pants and push them down. Gasping, you look at his erection. Heâs thicker and longer than Jason, and you wonder if you can take him.
âWeâll make it fit,â he snickers as you stare at him with wide eyes. Bucky crawls on top of you, teeth biting your nipple through the thin fabric of your dress. âIâll take my time later. Now I need to be inside of you.â
His stormy blue eyes search yours for a moment. He dips his head, breathing hard as you wrap your legs around him. âYouâre mine,â he declares, his lips crashing against yours seconds later.
Bucky wiggles his hips, brushing his cock against your clit. You jolt at the sensation, whining against his lips as he teases your entrance with the tip of his cock.
âSay it.â
âIâm yours,â you whimper and whine. âPleaseâŚI needâŚyou.â
âThatâs a good girl.â He pecks your lips, and filly sheaths himself inside of you with one hard thrust.
You cuss but eagerly buck your hips again. Youâre so full; itâs a struggle to accommodate his size.
âLet me in, baby. Thatâs good.â He slowly starts rocking his hips. His pace is fast; he pounds into you with deep strokes. Bucky buries his face in your neck, nipping at your soft skin.
Youâd like to giggle because the car rocks with the force of his thrusts. Itâs almost comical, but you canât focus on anything but the feel of Bucky moving inside of you and his lips pressing against yours.
You cling to him, nails biting into his back as he pushes you toward a much-needed release. âFuckâŚBucky⌠IâmâŚgonnaâŚâ Â
His warmth fills you as your walls grip him tightly. âBaby doll, fuck. YesâŚthatâs itâŚâ
Jason gapes at you. He canât find his voice as you gather your packed bags and suitcases.
âIâll be coming back tomorrow to pick up the rest of my stuff. You can have the house. It never was a home to me.â
âWhere are you going?â Jason asks, following you downstairs. âY/N! Where are you going?"
âBucky is waiting for me,â you reply and open the door. True to your words, Bucky is standing in front of the door to grab the bag and laptop in your hands.
âThe rest is upstairs?â Bucky asks, searching for any sign of distress on your face. âYou already told him?â
âYup,â you peck Buckyâs lips. âI packed everything. We can pick up the rest tomorrow.â
âNah,â Bucky says and jerks his head toward his friends waiting outside. âThey are all here. We can grab your stuff today.â
Jason just stares at Bucky, and his friends walk inside your home. He doesnât say a word when you tell him what to grab.
He runs one hand down his face, regretting that he didnât treat you right.
âWell, punk, you snooze, you lose,â Bucky taunts as he carries your suitcases down the stairs. âNow Iâve got your pretty dame in my clutches; Iâll never let her go.â
#bucky barnes#aakinky#bucky barnes x reader#biker!bucky barnes#biker au#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x y/n#tw: cheating#smut
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Omg Twst is kind of like a Disney creepy pasta, except as much as the concept of overblots is horrifying they designs slay too hard to be scary. Like yes I know that everytime someone overblots they are having a mental breakdown and they and everyone in their immediate vicinity is in danger of dying, but like omg those character designs. Like theyâre soooo freaking pretty! I gotta say Vil has to have one of my favorite OB designs. Maybe in a way he got his wish then? People love him, although I guess his OB is still in the role of the villain soooo. I also absolutely adore Riddleâs overblot design. Like in super biased because obviously Riddle is my favorite but like still that absolutely slays. Not to mention he has the first overblot so he slays with a shock factors. Also as much as I love Azulâs design one of my first thoughts when I saw it was oh no thatâs going to attract some ppl that into some interesting things đ.
LeoVil divorced right before the main plot line. I mean, did you see the comic in the second manga anthology where Vil gets him to model with him because his original partner couldnât make it. Like I canât. Also why does bro keep calling Leona nothing but a pretty face. There is no heterosexual explanation for those lines. Also every interaction they have in fairy gala lmao.
HELL YEEEEEAAAAAH!!! I need the Eda and Raine spinoff. That way not only could we focus on the adorableness that is Raeda, because I adore that ship. But also we could see more of how Lilithâs jealousy developed. Like I would love to have an episode dedicated to diving deep into why she was so easily to manipulate and recruit to the emporers coven, why she was so desperate that she was willing to cure her own sister. I mean I know itâs implied through subtext, she had a mother who didnât pay much attention to her since she was always focused on her other daughter bc Eda always needed more attention, so Lilith craved importance and attention as a result, and all the while she was being fed a steady stream of propaganda about how great the emporers coven is. Plus, sheâs always been an obedient girl who listens to authority, so of course she would believe what she was told, she let the system take advantage of her and eventually became part of it. We could also explore you he Darius, Odalia, and Alador and see how they came to be. For instance it seems like those three all used to be friends but now Alador and Darius hate each other (and maybe like like each other a bit too tho lol) but how did things end up like this, and was Odalia always the way she is now, or was she like Amity once? Is perpetuating some kind of generational trauma cycle. (Odalia is so Mrs. Rosehearts core lol). I would also love to see a spinoff where each episode features a different golden guard and we get to see each of their stories and how they differ from person to person and how Belos slowly changed his methods overtime and then weâd also get more lore on how grim walkers work which Iâm super curious about. Another spinoff Iâd love to see is one detailing Veeâs time at camp. Iâd love to know what she got up to there and how her relationship with her her friends and her crush on masha is. There is so much potential for hiding that she is a basalisk and reverse isekai shenanigans as well as the angst potential from all of that. And then of course thereâs the idea of a sequel show like Steven Universe Future where weâd get to see how the characters are doing while repairing their post Belos world after the original show is over. We do kind of have this as a fan project if youâve seen any of the owl house revived on YouTube because that whole thing is super cool you should look it up if you havenât. Anyway while all of thatâs pretty unrealistic, Iâm still super excited to see Danaâs full creative freedom shine in knights of Guinevere especially since sheâll be able to go full horror mode and Iâm all for that.
Yeah, I mean, there are a few non visual novels Iâve watch playthroughs of like the Stanley parable, and most recently Mouthwashing which omg that game is craaaaazy, but both of those are still super story oriented, itâs pretty hard for me to sit through watching someone play a game that even if it has a good story is also super gameplay heave bc cu need to do that myself to be engaged, but at the same time thereâs a lot of games that I suck mythically at the mechanics of so I donât have much of a choice but to watch playthroughs if I want the full story lol.
He did get domesticated lol. I donât think I made up that phrase about him tho Iâm pretty sure I heard it somewhere from someone talking about him lol.
Guys, I love the heartslabyul dream arc and I understand they probably did the order for plot reasons so they could have certain characters in some dreams and not in others but like⌠THE CHARACTERS NAMES ARE 1234 AND YOU DID THE DREAM ORDER AS 2413!!! WHAT?!?! On that note actually, why is Trey named Trey and Cater named Cater? Because rank in the dorm wise we have 1 and 2 as the freshmen and then you would think that the normal junior would be 3 and then the vice housewarden would be 4 but noooo the normal junior is 4 and the vice housewarden is 3. How does this make any sense? This puts the power order at 1243! Iâm not saying Cater should have been vice, Iâm saying Trey and Cater should have swapped names. Like Iâm sorry, your characters names are 1234 and you couldnât even do us the basic courtesy of ordering them properly?!?! Am I the only one bamboozled by this? (I saw opportunity to use the word bamboozled, I took opportunity to use the word bamboozled. Now I have used the word bamboozled even more times you see.) idk maybe itâs supposed to be weird because itâs Alice in Wonderland or something but come on!!!
#twst#twisted wonderland#book 7 twst#twst book 7#twst book 7 spoilers#leona kingscholar#vil schoenheit
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it is not slacking off to write or create it is not slacking off to do things that are fun i am not slacking off or procrastinating right now i'm allowed to do things i enjoy doing for fun including playing games and writing and such
#if i say it enough i will remember it's true#can you guess which aspect of capitalism i'm struggling with today?#it does not help my bones are somehow WORSE than yesterday even after all of the rest i took so that's Super Fun:tm:#so i've got that on in the back of my head#ugh#i... am putting off calling my grandma - i meant to do it last week but i got too in my head about it#and uno reversed myself into forgetting to do it at all until the Worst Times Possible#(generally around Normal Fuckin Meal Times)#i want to call to wish her a belated mother's day and check in re: grandpa but also...#also i don't want to have to do a phone call i don't want to talk to them about anything at all#they stress me out to talk to and it makes me super uncomfortable to be on the phone in general let alone with a Heavy Topic over our heads#like.... i'm comfortable with where i'm at acceptance-wise with Grandpa's whole situation#and i know i am late for a better relationship with the pair of them in general#like i'm not going to repair a relationship that wasn't built to collapse down to this point this is as far as it got built up to#i'm not building more relationship between me and someone who i know is passing soon when they didn't take the opportunity either#like they had just as much chance as me to improve our relationship after i became an adult and they chose to use my mother as#an intermediary which has stunted their connection to me and that's not my fault#i admittedly did not reach out but i was not taught i could safely do that to anyone#because my parents badmouth literally any person they know for one reason or another#i regularly fuck up in conversations with my grandparents because i'll say somethign that is a holdover from my understanding of them#through my parents and it's like. kind of really insulting! and i've been doing it my whole life and i know as soon as i get their reaction#and i can't recover because i don't actually know them at all#so i can't be like ''oh my god i know that's inaccurate i have no idea why i said that'' because i *don't* know until after i've done it#every goddamn time it happened the last time i got a call from them too#like... my bio fam/family of origin is just not good at keeping in touch and i know i'm a product of that#and i know theoretically how to adjust for it but it does require work on the other end of the line too#and unfortunately i know my bio family too well and know they won't do their part#i grew up in the group project everyone hates#and i'm on my way to deciding they can show up to the presentation day without me#i've started a new family project over here with blackjack and hookers
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Causerie
Summary: You send Arthur a letter. Pairing: Arthur Morgan x female!reader Word Count: 2,185 Tags: Male Masturbation, solo handjob, mentions of oral and unprotected p in v, dirty talk, long distance relationship, high honor Warnings: 18+ MDNI
an: So this came out of nowhere LMAO It's a bit different from what I'm used to, but I ran with it. The mentioned photo was heavily inspired by @sir-walton-goggins's under-the-cut sketch of their OC, Kris Blake. đđđ I hope you enjoy! Thanks for reading!
Causerie: an informal conversation
Channeling the self-control of a brigade of soldiers, Arthur willed his unruly cock flaccid as he left the post office. An envelope addressed to Tacitus Kilgore in familiar dainty cursive teased him from inside his satchel. The nagging twinge in his gut could only be satiated by his fist wrapped tight around himself in the solitude of his tent.Â
He didnât know how heâd make it through the rest of the day without losing his sanity. Once youâd unknowingly planted the seeds, his thoughts of you grew wild and untamed like the weeds at your feet. Heâd never seen something so ridiculousâa woman in her day dress, the lacy hem stained with dirt, trying to repair a loose fence post on her own.
âNo man âround here?â he had asked, holding his hand out for the hammer.
âThere is now.â
You beamed, your smile stunning him like a camera flash. Unbeknownst to him, that grin was a brand, marking him as yours for a long time to come.Â
Every time he passed by the quiet homestead, he found himself lightly pulling on Boadiceaâs reins and scoping out something to fix. Your ways of showing gratitude, like a hug or kiss on the cheek, turned his neck to shades of crimson, yet heâd still come knocking again some time later. On his last visit, you were dragging him to your room by cotton suspenders, mouth attached to his before he could get a word in.
An innocent lamb you were notâhe was sure of it now in a half-daze, hypnotized by your breasts as you bounced on top of him. Matter of fact, you mustâve been a witch or a succubus; heâd never felt so used, drained, and perfectly satisfied.
And guilty, too. He couldnât even look at you as he confessed to his life of criminality, finally admitting what heâd come to tell you in the first place. After this job, he was leaving for good.
To his surprise, you didnât put up a fightâjust wished him wellâand dammit, that made him want you even more. You didnât follow him outsideâonly watched from under the blanket as he said his last goodbye and promise.
âIâll write tâyou.â
Receiving your letters kept his heart ticking and dick aching. What started as a pile of polite notes quickly transformed into a library of erotica. His hands trembled in anticipation as he opened the latest letter.Â
Dear Arthur,Â
Are you still alive? I hope you havenât gone and gotten yourself killed. Iâm sorry if I kept you waiting. A new photographer opened up in town, and I stopped by the studio one evening just before he closed. I may have batted my lashes and stood a little too close when I asked for his help. A special photo of me would be the perfect gift for my dear husband, who was about to be shipped away to war in the Philippines. You shouldâve seen how red he got when I dropped my blouse. I tried to sit pretty. Did it work?
A photo? Arthur checked the discarded envelope, searching for the supposed gift. A small photo was still tucked away in the envelope. He took it out and held it up to the lantern to get a good look.
Christ.
You were directly in the center of the camera with a lazy smile on your face. Pearls adorned your neck, and velvet cloth draped over your shoulders, just barely covering those twin humps on your chest. Fuck, he wanted to rip that photographerâs head clean off his shoulders for capturing you like that, but goddamn, he wanted to shake the manâs hand too. This slip of paper was a slice of heaven on Earth.
And for what he was about to do with it, he was going straight to hell. Setting the letter aside, the gunslinger undressed down to his union suit with the ardor of his twenty-year-old self. As he settled back onto the cot, he locked on to your sultry eyes and sighed contently.
I had a dream about you. Do you ever dream about me? Â
The bulge in his pants begged for attention, and he appeased it, palming himself idly while his eyes stayed trained on the photograph. Heâs too old and weathered for thisâpining over some girl and touching himself like heâd gotten a second wind of puberty.Â
But he couldnât help it. Even after deafening gun fights and vicious animal attacks, heâd find a letter to re-read, and now he had this picture to accompany his fantasies. His gaze shifted from the photo back to your words on the page.Â
We were in this beautiful room in a palace or someplace like that, swimming under blankets. It was far from my humble bed, but it felt like paradise.Â
If only you knew, that little bed was his paradise.
Dream you tasted like whiskey and ash and smelled like leather and gunpowder. I donât think it was too far off from the real thing. We werenât wearing any clothes, of course, and your head was tucked between my thighs.Â
Breath shaking, his hips shifted upward, the memory of your thighs on either side of him overwhelming his senses. Arthur sucked in his bottom lip and didnât waste any more time undoing the bottom two buttons of his union suit. His cock sprung free, twitching and yearning. Flicking his eyes to your photo once more, his right hand moved on its own, kneading his leaking tip. He peeked over the edge of the paper, watching precum drizzle down his shaft, imagining it was you leaking around him.Â
Oh, Arthur, I could feel your lips on every part of me at once, kissing up my stomach, bosom, arms, thighs, legs, all over. But when you found my lips again, I donât know how my pounding heart didnât suck me out of the dream. Has anyone ever told you how gorgeous your eyes are or how heavenly your hands feel? And your back, Mister Morgan, is like a brick wall. How I wish I couldâve dug my nails into it.
Arthurâs fisted pace quickened as he stifled a groan, trying his very best to keep the sounds of his sin quiet. He urged himself downward into the cot, hoping the friction could mimic the sting of your nails dragging down his spine, but it was no use. Tightening his grip in frustration, he turned his attention back to the photograph of you. He wanted to study your hands, to imprint them in his mindâs eye so he could imagine them scratching his back and pleasuring his cock.
But the photo was too close up, only your face and a peak of your breasts captured at that moment in time. Would he be too brazen to ask for another? To request a pose? Hellâheâd stuff the money in an envelope with a list of the depraved positions heâd like to see you in. Your hands on your bust, legs spread open, on all fours, one with your pretty fingers in your mouth, and a full body shot with just the pearls. Dammitâheâd kill for it.Â
But then, at the very end of the list, heâd ask for a respectable one. One of you with your hair pinned up under a fancy hat, dressed in your finest, wearing a necklace, earrings, and a bracelet with your hands folded politely over your lap. One that was sweet and proper. One that he could tuck in his journal, frame, or pin up on the wagon. One that he could take out in broad daylight and pretend, just for a moment, that he really was that war vet admiring a photo of his loving spouse.
His hips moved involuntarily again, jutting up into his fistâthe placeholder for the pussy of the woman heâd one day make his wife.
I didnât plan to get you in bed that night, as unbelievable as that may sound. You were just so damn handsome and so so kind. I couldnât help it. I needed to know how youâd feel inside me. I hope you donât see me as just some Jezebel.
âNo,â he gasped out. Wet sounds of his strokes accompanied his declaration.
I really did and still do have feelings for you, Arthur. Itâs quite scary, actually. Maybe thatâs why my dreams about you are so vivid? I realized just how much I cared that night, looking down into your eyes. I donât take you as the type of man to just give yourself away on a normal day like that, so I hope you feel the same way as me. Did I ever say thank you? Thank you for being such a giver. I have a tendency to take, take, take when Iâm on top, but you got payback in my dream. You had me pinned under all of your weight, damn near suffocating me. It was the good type, though. When you pushed into me, I forgot all about it. I never took you for an eager man either, but you were drilling me into those blankets with the fervor of a threshing machine. Are you an eager man, Mister Morgan?
He answered in shallow pants, twisting his fist around his length and rocking his hips.Â
I have a curse of waking up right when Iâm on the edge, so as you can imagine, I had a wet problem to take care of. My fingers just donât quite do it like you. I wish we couldâve had more time together. I get the feeling that you do a lot of taking care of other folks and donât get that in return. Am I right? Iâd take care of you, Arthur. Iâd keep your belly full and drain your balls all in a night.
They tightened at the thought, and his hips were a piston now, going up and down on their own accord.
I know youâd never ask because youâre too nice, but Iâd get on my knees for you and take care of you in that way. Iâm sad we never got to try it, that I never got to taste you. The thought gave me the silliest idea. Are you looking at my picture? Imagine that pearl necklace is your spend on my chest.
Jesusâthe perverted imagery hit him like a train. He looked at the pretty pearls atop your chest. Goddamn, minx.Â
Donât think me too crass, but do you touch yourself to my letters like I touch myself to yours? Yours are more well-mannered than mine. But still, I wonder, is your fist wrapped around your cock?
âYes, darlin.âÂ
Goddamnit, he was talking to himself now, arm cramping as he pumped feverishly at his engorged dick, his orgasm waiting to explode behind his eyes.
Do you imagine itâs me instead? I wish it was me. I wish I was on top of you again, milking you for everything youâve got. Would you give it to me this time, Arthur? Would you spill inside of me?
And spill he did, teeth gritted and grunting, as hot ropes of lust spurted out over his hand. Once again, heâd made a mess of himself on account of you.
Shame crept in as he floated back to reality and stared up at the canvas of his tent. He brought the letter back to his face to read the last paragraph. The least he should do was finish itâdirty old bastard. But when he landed on your words and processed them, he was left with a numb, longing ache in his chest.
If we were together, Iâd help clean you up, then maybe we could spend the rest of the night all tangled up in each other. Iâm sorry Iâm not there to touch you for real, but I hope these letters bring a little light to that hard, lonely life of yours. If I can make you feel good, even from far away, thatâs enough for me. I miss you. Any chance you could come see me soon?Â
Yours.
Arthur sighed and folded your letter back up neatly, tucking it away in his now hollowed-out copy of Rambles Through Woods and Plains. Though your photo and letter were out of sight, his mind refused to wander from the subject of you.
An assortment of motion pictures flickered in his memory: the way your head tipped in laughter at his dry sarcasm, how you so graciously welcomed him to that sitdown meal, the way you worried about him just as much as he worried about you, and how your words, even from afar, brought him unmeasurable comfort. Making it back across the Upper Montana could be a brutal fight, but heâd outrun the law and take a few bullets if he had to. Heâd bare it all to bring you back with him.Â
As he relaxed into the cot, another thought drifted by, small and almost weightless like a dandelion seed in the wind: maybe he wouldnât have to bring you back at all. Perhaps he could stay right there with you.
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That's hilariously accurate. I wish Holly would go into the complications in that relationship. I know Taryn being pregnant and Jude being just the most forgiving person had probably everything to do with how fast that relationship was repaired, but Taryn shouldn't have gotten off as easily as she did.
I know there are people who think that how things went with Locke was punishment enough for her, but she literally got away with murder (which, don't get me wrong, is one of the funniest things in QoN, and I support it), but Taryn's deep selfishness never gets addressed. She could have gotten Jude killed with that having her take her place in her trial nonsense. She didn't know about Jude's geas. She didn't know that Cardan truly did love Jude and wasn't going to execute her for breaking her exile. Yet she asked her twin- who she'd betrayed at least 3 times by this point- to risk her life.
I am okay with them reconciling- like I said, Jude is incredibly, almost magically forgiving- but I need there to be more consequences for how Taryn treated her. Not punishment, necessarily, but no way they could just go back to being friends after that. And what about the position it puts Vivi in. She would have to deal with some of that fallout, too.
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Hot Blooded
A/N: This takes place during Days of Future Past. There's just something about Logan dressed in those tight ass jeans and wearing that silk button-up that just does something to me.
CW: Breeding Kink, Some Choking, Oxygen Deprivation, Overstimulation, Oral (female receiving), Unprotected Sex, Mentions of Blood, Marking, Primal Dom!Logan, Jealous!Logan, implied age gap, established relationship, Mentions of Male and Female Anatomy
Genre: Smut, some Fluff at the end
Pairing: DOFP!Logan x Fem Reader
The club was packed shoulder to shoulder with a sea of dancing bodies. 70's disco blared over the speakers loud enough to make the bones in your body vibrate with every beat of the bass. Sure, you and Logan had been sent back into the past to fix and repair things between Charles and Erik, but that didn't necessarily mean that you were going to be a stickler the entire time. What better way to blend in than this? While you were jovial and lively, Logan remained more on the stoic side of things.
He watched you closely while you leaned over the pool table. His eyes slowly dragged across the curves of your breasts and waist, then along the curves of your ass and thighs. The spandex pants you wore clung to your curves in all the right places. His eyes trail back up along the length of your legs and the subtle curve of your back just above your hips. Reaching into the front pocket of his jacket, he pulls out a cigar and places it between his lips. Lighting the end of the cigar, he takes in a slow drag from it; the smoke slowly curls and swirls into the air from the flame.
âIt's not rocket science, bub. C'mon, it can't be that hard, now can it?â He husks, smoke slowly billows from his mouth and nose as he speaks. You could feel his body against yours as he leans over you, resting his hands over yours to help you line up your shot against the number 2 ball. âNice and easy, draw back, and shoot.â
The cue ball collides against the 2 and sinks it into the corner pocket. âGood girl. Now, let's see if you can do it to the 4 ball. Just like I showed you.â He pulls away to watch you. Your heart was pounding in your chest and ears. Parts of you wishing he hadn't pulled away. The overpowering aroma of rustic oak, leather, mint, and tobacco lingered in your senses. He smelled heavenly to you, and looked even better. You lift your gaze to be fixed on him. He was a fine piece of work indeed. Your eyes follow him as he walked around to the other side of the table, his eyes trained on you. There's a cocky smirk at his lips as his eyes trailed down to the teasing amount of cleavage your crop top had been showing off.
âEnjoying the view, Logan?â You finally ask with cocky confidence as you line up your shot against the 4 ball. Cursing under your breath as it rolls just short of the pocket. Perhaps you had spoken too soon, not that you minded. Despite his stoic exterior, Logan looked to be in his element. He was already a few beers deep into the evening and seemed to be enjoying himself with you even though you had to practically drag him out here.
âDon't go gettinâ too cocky now, bub. There's still plenty to go. We're just gettinâ started,â he exhales another plume of smoke before grabbing up his poolstick. You couldn't help but stare and drag your eyes across his body. The way his hair was slicked back, the first two buttons of his shirt were undone, showing off a teasing amount of hair on his chest. His dog tags hung lazily around his neck, drawing your attention to them. A familiar heat began to grow between your thighs, but who could blame you? There was something about seeing this side of Logan.
You prop yourself up onto a stool that sat catty-corner to the pool table. Grabbing up your bottle of beer and tipping your head back, you take a long drink while watching Logan. He was definitely beating your ass at this game of pool, but you didn't mind it. In fact, you were enjoying yourself a little too much to even care if you lost this game. You were far too engrossed in the atmosphere. The blaring music, flashing lights, the sea of bodies that covered the dance floor, the stylish clothes, but most of all, you got to have this moment with Logan. You watch intently as he sank several of the striped pool balls into the pockets around the table.
The atmosphere of the nightclub almost hypnotized you. It was so easy to lose yourself. Your body swayed slightly in rhythm with the melodies of the songs that blared over the speakers. It wasn't until you heard an unfamiliar sound of someone clearing their throat that you tuned back into reality. Your brows furrowed slightly at the sight of an unknown man leaning against the table. He rested an elbow on the table, his eyes trained on you which made you shift your weight and lightly tug at the hem of your top, adjusting its position to try to cover yourself from the prying eyes of the stranger.
âWhat's a foxy mama like you doinâ sittinâ here all by yourself? You look like you're ready to be jivinâ. C'mon, let me show ya a good time.â The man gives you a wink and steps closer to you. The expression you held didn't seem to be enough to deter him away. âC'mon, don't be playinâ hard to get. A fine piece of ass like that oughtta be down for a piece of this. C'mon, babe. What's it gonna take?â
You feign a fake smile, setting your beer down and gesturing with your head towards the pool table where Logan had just aggressively struck the cue ball against the striped 9 ball. âIt's gonna take you gettinâ through him. You're welcome to be my guest, but truthfully, I really wouldn't advise it.â
The man follows your gaze. He let's out a hefty snort of laughter. Something about his body language told you that this wasn't going to end well. âPffft, you have got to be trippinâ. Don't tell me you seriously came here with your Pops. Hey! Hey Pops! You mind if I borrow your daughter here for a quick sec?!â The man calls out over the music towards Logan. You swallow dryly at the death glare that glazed Logan's eyes. His eyes narrowed at the close proximity that this stranger had to you. In that moment, the small crowd of people that had been occupying the pool tables and dartboards had shifted their attention towards you, Logan, and this stranger.
Logan sets the poolstick down across the table. His movements were rigid and deliberate; his eyes never leaving from the stranger as he approached the table you sat at. He reaches in front of the stranger, placing himself in the middle of you and him as he grabs his glass of whiskey and tosses it back with ease. He stands there in silence for a few moments before curling an arm around your shoulders. There's a smug smirk at Logan's lips as he does so, as though daring this fool to say something else. You lean into his embrace, wrapping an arm around his waist after sliding your arm underneath his leather jacket. He arches a brow at the stranger, inclining his head just slightly. You could feel how the muscles along his back and sides tensed and flexed with the movement.
âPerhaps you didn't hear me the first time, Pops. But since you're right here, guess I'll go âhead and ask ya again. You mind if I steal your daughter away here for a little bit? It's a Saturday night, and she is just lookinâ foxy as hell. And you, well, you look like maybe you can use a night to yourself. Y'know, can go get your jive on.â The stranger very stupidly jokes towards an unfazed Logan. The corners of Logan's mouth pull into a tight smile, causing the corners of his eyes to crinkle slightly as he forces out a hearty laugh. This leads to the stranger and his subsequent group of friends to also erupt into laughter.
âI heard you loud and clear the first time, bub. Either you're incredibly ballsy, or incredibly stupid to ask me the same question twice.â Logan gently pulls away from you to step towards this stranger. Logan towered over the man with ease. âNowâŚdo yourself the favor, and get out of here kid.â
You watched intensely at the exchange between the two. Of the years you've known Logan, never had you ever seen this side of him before. Seeing this side of him had you turned on and wanting more. Judging by the body language on Logan, this wasn't going to end well at all. You slide off the barstool, moving to stand beside Logan. âLoâŚjust leave this putz be. He's not worth getting riled up over. Besides, we have a game to finish.â You press your body against his arm while rubbing his chest. You could feel the way the muscles of his pectorals rippled and flexed. A groan falls from your lips as the stranger opens his mouth again, and Logan gives you a look worth a thousand words.
âLook, I'm jusâ sayinâ, dude. An old man like you can't possibly keep up with a fox like her. So why don't you go back to your little game, anâ let me jusâ takeââ Before the stranger can finish his sentence, Logan slugs him across the jaw, followed by kicking the knees out from under the man. You cover your mouth in both shock and amusement as the scene unfolds before you. The stranger is obviously dazed and confused on the ground. Logan snatches him by the scruff of his collar with a menacing snarl.
âNow listen here, bub. I tried to be nice. I did. But you just don't know when to shut the fuck up. Keep your fucking hands and eyes off my girl. Get out of here, you're not worth the fucking time,â Logan threatens, kicking the stranger in the ribs. The poor putz scrambles to get to his feet, tripping on his own feet while shooting a death glare towards Logan. He returns his attention towards you, snaking an arm around your waist to pull you against his body. You knew damn good and well that Logan wasn't one for public displays of affection, but his possessiveness over you turned you on beyond comprehension.
âSomeone is getting jealous. He isn't even worth getting riled up over, Lo. Let's just enjoy ourselves while we can.â You say lowly while rubbing his chest. A small smirk tugged at the corners of your lips while you fiddle with the button on his shirt. He could smell the arousal that pooled between your thighs. âOrâŚwe can ditch this place all together.â
âI thought you'd never ask.â He husks under his breath. Inclining his head, he gestures for you to head towards the exit of the club. His eyes were now trained on you as he followed closely behind. Every step he took was calculated, deliberate, and held purpose. Once outside, he shrugs out of his leather jacket to offer it to you as you both approach his motorcycle. âOnce we get to the hotel, that ass is mine.â
A high pitched yelp escapes your lips at the sudden sting of his hand colliding against your ass. The spandex pants you wore didn't help one bit. The small layer of fabric didn't provide much protection for your ass. The skin there burned from the initial impact, but you knew you wanted more. You watch as Logan gives you a satisfied smirk while swinging a leg over his motorcycle while he waits for you to get situated behind him. You wrap your arms around his waist, resting your hands near the insides of his thighs. As he kick starts the engine, the vibrations of the rumbling engine made you want to squeeze your thighs together. Once you nod against his back, he revs the engine, speeding out of the parking lot.
The wind whipped through your hair as Logan weaved through the traffic on the streets. The night life was so much different from what you were used to back home. Parts of you wished you could stay in this time, this moment. You pull yourself closer against his back, one of your hands crept closer towards the inseam of his jeans and inching closer towards the ever growing bulge hidden beneath the fabric of his jeans. You eagerly palm his hardening cock through his jeans. A soft âfuckâ falls from his lips, only to be swept away in the icy wind of the night. The ride back to the hotel felt like it would never end. Throughout the entire ride, you agonizingly teased him and palmed his throbbing cock to the point the sexual frustration was beyond evident in his eyes. He brings the motorcycle to a screeching halt in the parking lot of the hotel, where he eagerly disentangles himself from your arms.
âYou're fucking mine. You've been driving me crazy all fuckinâ night dressed like that.â Logan growls as he stands and pulls you against his chest. His lips crash into yours for a feverent and needy kiss. His hands grips your hips, nails digging into the tender flesh just above the waistband of your pants.
âThen make me yours. I'm all yours.â You breathe into the kiss. The primal growl that came from Logan, rumbled through his entire body. The hunger in his eyes made every fiber in your burn. You needed him to fuck you, to claim you. Using his height and body, he guides you to back up towards the entrance of the hotel. Once you manage to turn your back to him, he's following behind you again like a hungry wolf that's ready to devour you.
Your words drive him over the edge. He fumbles with the key-card to get into the room. His lips and breath are hot and demanding against the hollow of your neck. Once the door is open, you both nearly tumble to the floor in a frenzy of needy touches, kisses, and hands roaming across the spanse of each other's bodies. Logan's hands find their way to the bottom most curves of your ass, hefting you up against his body. Your legs wrap around his waist as he pushes you against the wall in a heated kiss. His teeth scrape against your lower lip, asking for entrance into your mouth. Obeying, your lips part and his tongue eagerly roams and explores the inside of your mouth. The kiss swallows your pitiful and needy moans as you taste Logan. You could still taste the faint remnants of whiskey and cigar on him, but it was intoxicating. Your hands eagerly work away the buttons of his shirt, roaming across his chiseled chest.
He slowly ruts his hips against yours. The friction elicits a heated whimper from you. âLogan, pleaseâŚâ you plead pitifully, raking your nails down his chest.
âPlease what?â He growls while sucking on your lower lip. âUse your words.â
âFuck me, Logan. Fuck me. Make me yours. Ruin meâŚâ Another gasp falls from your lips as you're carried over to the bed, where he roughly sets you down. His lips crash against yours again; his hands grip your hips with a bruising strength before roaming up your body to just below your breasts. His fingers hook the hem of your crop top, pulling the fabric up and over your head and arms. Another moan is pulled from your lips at the rough sensation of his beard against the sensitive skin between the valley of your breasts. His mouth leaves a trail of hot kisses down your chest and abdomen, his tongue dipping into your navel before sinking his teeth harshly into the flesh just above your hip.
âLoganâŚOh fuckâŚâ you mewl helplessly as you lean back onto your elbows and kick your shoes off. He merely responds with another primal growl, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your pants and eases them down your thighs, tossing the garments somewhere across the room. Your eyes flutter as he kisses and nips a trail along the inside of your thighs. The scruffiness of his beard scratches at your skin, making you involuntarily try to close your legs, but he growls in protest, curling your legs over his broad shoulders. He locks gazes with you while placing a hungry but chaste kiss over your clothed clit. The dampness of your arousal against your panties grew more with every aching second that passed.
âKeep those legs open. I'm just getting started with you,â he commands through a husk against you. Using two fingers, he tugs your panties to the side to expose your glistening cunt. The hunger in his eyes grew more primal as he eagerly dipped his head into you. His tongue dragging agonizingly slow through your slick folds. His moan vibrates against your clit and quivering pussy as his mouth encases your clit. His tongue draws tight, deliberate circles around your bundle of nerves. He pulls away just enough to grab your panties into his other hand, tearing the flimsy fabric in half and tossing it haphazardly over his shoulder. Your fingers find their way into his hair, gripping tightly and guiding his head back towards your needy cunt.
âOh fuckâŚfuckâŚLoganâŚâ you mewl at the sensation of the heat of his mouth against your clit. Your eyes flutter again as his tongue works you like a puppet. Every flick against your clit sent bolts of electricity through your body. He groans against you at the sensation of your nails digging into his scalp. Without warning, he plunges two thick fingers into your sopping pussy, earning a pleasurably pained squeal from you. A soft whimper escapes you as he pulls his fingers out, only to ram them into you again, this time deeper. Your walls flutter around his fingers, signaling to him to slowly fuck his fingers in and out of your needy cunt while he continued to eat you out. Soon enough, the room is filled with the squelching sounds of your pussy being ravaged by Logan.
With every pump, twist, and curl of his fingers, the fire in your belly grew hotter and hotter. You began to instinctively grind your hips onto his fingers and mouth. The harshness of the stubble on his chin left your legs trembling. With every flutter of your walls, Logan worked his fingers deeper into you, curling them upwards against your g-spot. The sensation makes your vision go white for a split second as you beg for him to do it again. He flicks his tongue against your clit in rhythm with the way he fucked his fingers deeply into you. This was enough to make the coil in your stomach become harder to control. Your thighs began to tremble and shake, the walls of your pussy convulsing as your orgasm grew nearer.
âL-Logan! Oh fuck!â You cry out helplessly as the first wave of your orgasm rocks through your body. He pulls his fingers out, your squelching orgasm following right behind. There's a dark chuckle that rumbles in his chest as he eagerly laps up your orgasm. Your legs tremble uncontrollably as you try to push him away. The sinful sounds of your squirting orgasm splashing against his chin and onto the floor fills the room. You cover your mouth to muffle the squeal that is pulled from deep within your chest. With every panting breath, your chest rises and falls, gasping for air.
âFuckâŚyou're doing so well. So good. I'm not finished with you.â He spoke gruffly. You lift your head to gaze at him. His chin, throat, and chest all glistened with remnants of your orgasm. His hair was a disheveled mess; his shirt bunched up and wrinkled around his waist. You swallow thickly at the prominent bulge in his jeans. He makes quick work of unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it somewhere across the room. His eyes drank in your form, dragging across the curves of your body. âTurn over. Hands and knees. Now.â
Just as you turn to get onto your hands knees as commanded, you hear the familiar clink of his belt buckle falling against the floor. After kicking off his jeans and boxers, he kneels behind you, swiping his fingers through your pussy once again. You grip the sheets in your fists at the sensation of him slowly dragging the head of his cock through your slick folds. Lining himself up properly, he slams into you, snapping his hips and burying his entire length inside of your sopping cunt. He snakes an arm around you, his hand finding your throat, digging his thumb and index into your pulse. He leans into you, forcing your knees deeper into the mattress as his chest presses against your back.
âWhen I'm finished with you, no other man is gonna lay his eyes on you. Everyone is gonna know just who you belong to.â He husks against the shell of your ear, earning a needy whimper from you. As he sits back up onto his knees, he drags his nails down your throat and chest, across your abdomen, and up onto your hip. He sinks his thumbs into the dimples just above the crest of your hips, pulling out of you, only to slam into again. His movements are forceful, powerful, and deliberate. Each snap of his hips rocks your entire body.
The grip he used to hold onto you with was bound to leave bruises, but you didn't care. You wanted him to mark you as his own, to claim you, to ruin you for any other man. Small, pitiful squeaky moans escape you with every thrust that rocks through your body. The room is soon filled with the sounds of the bed creaking, mixing into the symphony of pitiful squeaks and moans that Logan is able to force out of you, and the sinful sounds of skin colliding against skin. You pant raggedly, gripping the sheets tightly and biting onto the corner of a pillow as tears pricked the corners of your eyes.
He drags a calloused hand up the length of your spine, stopping at the nape of your neck, where his fingers become entangled into your hair. He tugs harshly, pulling your head away from the pillow, your mouth falls open into a small âoâ, a symphony of broken profanities fall from your lips. You manage to catch a glimpse of him from over your shoulder. The veins in his arms bulged slightly under his skin, small beads of sweat decorated his chest in a slick sheen of moisture that made his skin glisten in the pale moonlight. His hips snap against your, hitching forward as he grinds his cock deep into your sweet, tight, pussy.
âFuckâŚyou feel so good on my cock. You're taking me so well. Look at youâŚfucking beautiful.â He husks while leaning down to kiss and bite the back of your shoulder. His canines sank deep into your flesh, threatening to draw blood. You cry out helplessly at the searing pain. Hot blood pricks at your skin; the pain is soothed at the sensation of Logan's tongue tracing the rapidly bruising skin with his tongue. A shaky whimper falls from your lips as he pulls out, resting on his knees. âTurn over. Wanna see that pretty face while I fuck a baby into that tight, little pussy.â
Your legs felt like jello beneath you. He releases your hair, grabbing onto your hips to help roll you onto your back. His eyes rake over your body, snarling grin as he licked his lips. Your blood still fresh on his tongue; the metallic taste drove him wild. You weren't sure what came over Logan, but you wanted everything he had in store for you. Cupping a hand under one of your knees, he hikes it up onto his hip, placing his other hand on the mattress next to your head as he buries his entire girthy length into you again. Your eyes flutter at the sensation of being filled by him again. Your chest rose and fell with every gulp of air you tried to suck down while he fucked you into the mattress. Small grunts and growls fell from his lips, mixed in with small words of praise towards you.
You curl your legs around his waist, pushing him in deeper. This encourages him to lean over you completely, his forehead pressed against yours. His dog tags dangle carelessly around his neck, swinging with every hitch and snap of his hips against yours. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, you pull him into a needy and breathy kiss. Your tongues meet in a flurry of passion, allowing you to taste the remnants of your orgasm on his breath. His hand finds its way back to your throat; his fingers digging into your pulse and making your head spin at the sudden lack of oxygen. Your eyes flutter as a familiar coil begins to twist in your stomach. Within seconds it's impossible to hold back. Your walls flutter and contract around his cock as your second orgasm surges through your body, blurring your vision.
âOh fuck. Such a messy girl. So fucking messy.â He groans against your lips. Slowly, he moves his head to the valley between your breasts. His breath is hot and needy; his tongue swirls around the tender bud of one of your nipples before sucking it into his mouth. Your back arches upwards into him at the sensation. His hand slides down your side and onto your other breast. The roughness of his hand felt heavenly on your silky smooth skin as he massaged your breast, rolling and pinching your nipple between his thumb and index finger, earning a high pitched squeal from you.
Within moments, he switches the positions of his hand and mouth. Your nipples grow hard and achy at the attention. Your thighs quiver and tremble around his waist. You knew there was no way you could last much longer. Every fiber in your body felt ablaze as you chanted his name like a sinful prayer while your eyes flutter. Gripping his hair, you eagerly pull his head from your aching breasts. A string of saliva being the only thing still connected between his demanding mouth and your aching nipple.
âLoâŚfuckâŚpleaseâŚâ You pant, unable to form a coherent sentence. The coil developing in your abdomen was growing tighter. There was born possible way you could cum for a third time, but the hungry look in Logan's eyes said everything his mouth didn't. The way his hips stuttered against yours, you knew that he was getting close to his orgasm as well.
âFuckâŚMâclose tooâŚgonna fill you up, pretty girl.â He growls, gripping the headboard in his fist until his knuckles turned white. You drag your nails down his back, digging your heels into the back of his thighs. Your walls clench around him tightly, sending him over the edge. You gasp as his claws sink into both the mattress and the wall as he paints the inside of your quivering cunt white. The searing warmth of his cum fills and warms you straight to the core. Your nails sink deep into the flesh of his shoulders as your third orgasm wrecks your body, filling the room in squelching sounds.
His hips slow against yours, slowly coming to a stop as he pants heavily against your shoulder. Your legs slowly fall from his waist, trembling uncontrollably from the overstimulation. A small âfuckâ comes from his lips as he lifts his head to gaze down at you. Once you both come down from your highs, he retracts his claws and pulls you into a tight embrace, tenderly caressing your arms and back.
âFuckâŚdid I hurt you? ShitâŚâ He peppers your cheeks in tender kisses as he cradles you. His thumb tenderly caresses the bruising and bleeding bite mark he left on the back of your shoulder. âI got too carried awayâŚâ
âSsshhhâŚ.it's okay. IâŚI liked itâŚâ You assure him and rub his chest. He presses a tender kiss to the crown of your head as he stands up, still cradling you on his arms and walking with you to the bathroom for a much needed hot bath.
âStill thoughâŚI got too carried away, bub. Way too carried awayâŚâ It was the closest to an apology you'd probably get out of him, but you were satisfied with that. He let's you lay against his chest in the hot water, his thumbs drawing small circles on your hips. You lean into the crook of his chest, sighing contentedly while pressing a chaste kiss over his heart.
âI love you, LoganâŚâ
âI love you tooâŚâ
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Ok, but what about a yan!reader? Someone who was interested in history and found document of the Beasts back when they were still the virtues. Becoming absolutely obsessed until realizing that they're still alive?!! Even if they've changed, that doesn't mean anything to our dear little yan!reader! They'll love the Beasts all the same!
(Preferably dif scenario's with all three but if I can only do one than shadow milk :3 )
These are going to be a little shorter, but this kept me UP last night thinking. Thankfully, espresso!
CONTENT WARNINGS: Obsession, stalking, predator/prey dynamics, unhealthy relationship dynamics
Regardless of who you fall for, it starts the same: research in a library so old, the statues of grand Witches still have faces. Legends tell of great heroes- a woman so kind and gracious that she grants the wishes of those who come to her, a general who revolutionized the lands he visited, the scholar who created magic itself... All across the darkest seas. It's such a hard journey, but... doesn't love persist?
Mystic Flour Cookie doesn't know what brings this strange cookie to her pagoda, but she does not care. Not until Cloud Haetae Cookie comes to her, reporting- you have no desire, no wish to ask of her- no greedy heart to tear into her heart, but you've spent all day sweeping the grounds, dusting and repairing the pagoda. Even if you're actually very bad at it. Eventually, she descends from her chambers, watching you quietly- she does not expect the adoration in your eyes, she soft flush of your cheeks.
"My Lady... I've journeyed far to join you...! You don't have to worry. I'll help from now on. You've done so much, you can rest- oh, but, I made tea! Won't you join me?"
... Strange. Mystic Flour Cookie isn't sure why... but despite this pure love... something weighs heavily from your words. But she cannot give it a name.
Burning Spice Cookie you find at his army encampment, and he takes you as just one of many followers easily... either you serve him as one more soldier, or you die in these conquests. He does not care. Except... once you arrive, he feels your eyes on him, constantly. Being watched, even when he's alone- it shouldn't unnerve him so, but it does.
And it thrills him. He has always been the hunter, the beast- for something, someone to make him feel like the prey? It's... EXCITING. He throws himself into figuring out who his hunter is- and when it's you? Oh, it's incredible. The dynamic shifts, cat and mouse constantly, and you both know it. This is love! It must be love! No one else can get each other's heart racing like this, and when you have him cornered, crawling into his lap like a lion about to strike, he adores it.
Shadow Milk Cookie isn't sure where you came from. First you were in the town outside the Spire. Then you were at the gates. And then- then you were making your way inside. He's hostile at first, prickly- one bitten, twice shy, you might say. (Nevermind the fact that he bit first, more often and refused to believe Pure Vanilla Cookie when he actually did tell the truth.)
He bullies you, toys with you, puts you through all kinds of tests: but every time you speak the truth:
I really do love you!
... And if he knows lies, he also knows truth. Eventually, he'll have no choice to believe you. ... Aaaaaaat which point, he's delighted, actually! He's terribly lonely, you know. Once he knows that you're the real deal, he'll accept your twisted love with glee; so long as you stay with him, he'll accept it all. ... Even if he gets a little snarky about it sometimes. Like, he already had Candy Apple Cookie, and now there's you? --Please don't kill each other he loves his minions.
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Confession
wc: 3k || rating: T+ || AO3 || cw: referenced homophobia, homophobic language || summary: Eddie comes out to Wayne
Eddie Munson was bi.
Bisexual, meaning liking boys and girls and anything in-between.
What. The. Fuck.
It was all stupid Harringtonâs fault. Steve. God, why did it have to be a preppy jock? There were plenty of other guys that could have snapped that realization on him, but no, he had to watch Steve Harrington spit out demobat blood (if it could be called that) after ripping its fucking spine out that made Eddie realize âhuh, I think I like guys.â
It wasnât like Steve was the only guy he was attracted to, he was shocked to realize. No, now that he knew that it was a possibility, his obsession with some of the musicians of bands whose music he wasnât even that fond of started making a lot more sense, as well as how heâd reacted to some of the guys heâd gone to school with, or who had bought from him, and Jesus H. Christ, that guy at The Hideout had been hitting on him, hadnât he?
So yeah, Eddie was dealing with a little bit of shock at his attraction to his friend, as well as the fact that that attraction was also apparently becoming a legitimate crush. Because that was healthy and safe to do. Especially when last he knew, Steve was still hung up on Nancy. And in a weird codependent relationship with Robin. Seriously, if he had to listen to Dustin complaining about why Steve wouldnât just date Robin one more time, he was going to pull his hair out.
But so Eddie was bisexual. That was fine. Once heâd had his little crisisâand heâd been given plenty of time to think about it while recovering from being the main course at the all-you-can-eat Eddie Munson buffetâheâd done a little bit of research into the topic. Which was how heâd discovered that he had unintentionally been telling every gay man (if he came across any) that he apparently liked to top and was into inflicting pain with his sexual partners (suddenly the guy at The Hideout made more sense).
AndâŚokay, maybe Eddie left the bandana there. He didnât know, but the idea of it wasnât too bad. Maybe. Maybe he should look into getting other bandana colors too, just in case.
It didnât matter. He was still inexperienced, had only been with chicks before, and even then there had only been three of them. Two of them had only slept with him for the story, and the third oneâŚwell, everyone needed a little heartbreak in their life he supposed. Maybe he and Steve could compare notes.
The idea of sleeping with a guy, however, was notâŚunpleasant. It took him by surprise, sure, but he thought he could be down to trying some things out.
That wasnât the issue on hand, however. It wasnât what was eating him up inside, making him nauseous as he gnawed at his cuticles, pacing back and forth in the new double wide trailer the government had bought for them after Forest Hills was repaired. (R.I.P. to his uncleâs mug and hat collection.)
And there it was. The issue. His uncle.
Eddie could keep it a secret, sure. Could stay firmly inside the closet he hadnât even known heâd been in, sitting safe and secret. ButâŚthat went against Eddie stood for. Sure, he knew he couldnât shout it from the rooftop that he maybe sometimes thought about what it would feel like to have one of his best friendsâ dicks in his mouth, but this was his uncle, man. This was Wayne.
Christ, he wished he had Ronnie, his former best friend, here to talk with her about all this. (He had also discovered another identity he hadnât known about, asexuality, which he thought was right up Ronnieâs alley and wished he could tell her, but that was impossible now. Sheâd left Hawkins behind for a fresh start and he couldnât blame her.)
But that meant that he was all alone. He loved the new friends he had, loved his band, butâŚwell, this was something a little more complicated. And he wanted to tell his uncle. ButâŚ
Eddie gulped, every crunch of gravel outside the trailer sending an electric current through him as his anxiety spiked. His uncle should be home from work soon. Eddie paced a small circuit, knowing he needed a cigarette but also not wanting to go outside. His uncle had declared the new trailer a smoke-free zone. He doubted it would remain that way after this conversation.
Heâd like to think his uncle would be supportive. After all, this was Wayne. His uncle loved him, had been there for him even when his own father hadnât, and had stood by his side even when the whole town thought he was some psycho satanic serial killer. Hell, Wayne had walked in to Chrissyâs mangled corpse in his trailer and hadnât once suspected Eddie of being guilty.
But having a queer for a nephew?
His uncle was progressive, but that didnât mean heâd feel as complacent about his nephew beingâŚwhat he was. His uncle had taken him in after heâd already grown and never expected him to help with the rent money, though Eddie did anyways with the money he got from dealing. But so Eddie was an adult, had a GED to his name, and didnât need his uncleâs charity anymore.
Gravel crunched outside, the familiar sound of a truck engine rumbling along, and Eddie knew his uncle was home. Fuck. He hoped he didnât leave this encounter with a black eye. Or worse. Hell, there were some people in this town that if he told this secret to, he wouldnât leave the encounter at all. Not alive at least.
He knows his uncle isnât like they though. He knows. Still, the fear persists. Heâd always known heâd be too much for his uncle eventually. Would this be the final straw?
Wayneâs footsteps sounded on the porch.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck!
Eddie had, in case he had to leave quickly, already packed a duffel. He wanted to trust his uncle, and he did, really, butâŚbut there was that sickness going around, and Reagan, and Hawkins was such a conservative town, and Eddie just couldnât know, not for certain. Not with something like this.
âHeya kid,â Wayne said with a gruffness to his voice that spoke of long hours at the plant, though there was the small relieved smile that curled his lips when he got home and saw Eddie there. Like Eddieâs presence was a reassurance now. Eddie hated that he was about to ruin that all.
Because sure, there was a possibility that Wayne would accept him, or at least not kick him out, but Eddie had seen too much shit to think that things would ever be easy for him. It was the Munson Curse.
âHey Uncle Wayne,â Eddie said, and maybe it was the title, maybe it was the way his words warbled in his throat, but Wayne immediately stopped from where he was moving to pour the morningâs coffee into a generic mug and turned to face Eddie with a furrowed expression.
âEverything all right, Eds?â he asked quietly, hesitantly, and took a large stride over to where Eddie was hovering by the coffee table. He froze, however, eyes widening, when Eddie flinched. Wayne swallowed, his gaze darting over Eddie as though looking for an injury. âEddie?â
He could do this. His uncle deserved to know he had a fucking fairy living under his roof. Maybe he wouldnât care, or maybe heâd be fine with it as long as Eddie never acted on it, or maybeâŚmaybeâŚ
Eddie thickly swallowed against the rising burn of bile in the back of his throat. He wanted his uncle to know because this was a part of who he was and it was important to be honest with himself and with his only family member still alive that genuinely loved him, justâŚhe hoped he didnât lose that love with his confession. But he wanted Wayne to know. Even if it hurt.
âU-UncleâŚâ Eddie wrapped his arms tightly around himself, his tone almost pleading. He blinked back the burn behind his eyes next, willing the words to come out of his mouth. As soon as heâd fully realized the truth, fully known what it meant, he knew that heâd tell Wayne. No matter what, he wanted his uncle to know this about him.
Wayneâs face grew slightly panicked at Eddieâs response, the way he held himself, the tone of his voice, and Eddie could tell the older man wanted to reach out for him but was taken aback by Eddieâs earlier flinch. Christ, would Wayne still want to hug him after this? Touch him? Be in the same room as him? Breathe the same air?
Would he tell Eddie that Alan Munson had been right all these years when heâd continually abandoned Eddie because heâd somehow known his own son wasnât worth sticking around for?
Wayne took another step closer and Eddie panicked.
âIâm bi!â he exclaimed suddenly, wincing as he withdrew into himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he subconsciously braced for some sort of physical attack. âIâm bisexual,â he whispered, his words shaking.
There was silence, stillness.
Eddie drew in a shaky breath and risked opening his eyes to look at Wayne, expecting disgust, revulsion, perhaps even anger. Instead, all he got wasâŚconfusion?
âWhat?â Wayne asked, his expression full of his lack of understanding what Eddie had just said.
Eddie swallowed again. âIâŚIâm bi? I likeâŚboth girls and boys,â he clarified carefully, though there was a touch of confusion in his own words, his brows furrowing as they only seemed to stump Wayne further. Eddie frowned, figuring he was as clear as could be.
âDidâŚâ Wayne began frowning a little himself, still looking confused. âOkay? But youâre lookinâ like you wanted tâ tell me somethinâ.â
Eddie blinked.
âIâm bi,â he repeated pointedly, his arms dropping to his side.
Wayne rolled his eyes to look at the ceiling for a moment in mild exasperation before looking at Eddie again. âSon, did someone say somethinâ âbout it?â His lips twisted into a small scowl. âDid that Harrington boy say anything?â
âWhat? Jesus, no!â Eddie exclaimed, because why the hell was his uncle bringing up Steve when heâd just come out to him? His insides still warmed at being called âson,â however. âWayne IâmâŚIâŚâ The panic started up again despite everything and he swallowed nervously. âI like boys, Wayne. Iâm a queer.â
Wayne just blinked at him, his scowl turning once more into a confused frown. âWhy do you keep saying that?â
âBecause itâs the truth!â Eddie exploded, not having expected his uncle to think he was making it up or lying. Jesus, and what a thing to lie about.
âObviously,â Wayne snorted in answer, crossing his arms over his chest as he let his gaze roam over Eddie as if looking for an answer. âBut I need to know what this prelude is for.â
Eddie felt lost. He stared at his uncle in confusion, his earlier fear and anxiety slowly draining away as he tried to make sense of what was happening. His uncle soundedâŚsounded like he alreadyâŚ
âYou knew?â he asked, voice soft and fragile.
Wayneâs brows lowered, and Eddie felt a little offended that Wayne was looking at him like he was an idiot. âEddieâŚIâve known since you were twelve years old and told me you thought Big Bill Broonzy was pretty after lookinâ through your momâs old records with the biggest blush on your face.â
Eddie gaped. He vaguely recalled something like that, but that wasnâtâŚhe hadnâtâŚJesus fucking H. Christ.
âAnd you didnât tell me?â Eddie huffed in sudden annoyance.
âI thought you knew!â Wayne protested, throwing his hands up and looking like he was losing what this conversation was even about. âWait, you mean to tell me that youâve been makinâ mooninâ eyes at the Harrington boy and you didnât even know you liked him?â
Eddieâs blush now could rival any he made when he was twelve. He stuttered, gaped, and dragged a whole handful of hair to cover his face in his embarrassment. âI know that,â he whined. âGod, have I have been that obvious?â
Wayne snorted, rolling his eyes as he moved to finish pouring himself that cup of coffee. âHad me worried he finally said somethinâ,â he muttered to himself. He turned to point the plain white mug at Eddie. âIf he or any of the others do, you let me know, Edster, you got that?â
Eddie softly groaned, burying his face in his hands next as he stumbled back to drop onto the sofa. No wonder Robin had started giving him those looks. He gulped. AndâŚand Steve. Steve had been smiling at him more often, wasâŚwas lightly touching him with lingering fingers, had even used that voice on him that heâd use on the pretty girls that stopped by Family VideoâŚ
Steve hadnât been using that voice on any pretty girls that stopped by Family Video recently.
Gulping, realizing that that was not something he had the ability to think about right now, he focused on the truly important thing. He lifted his head to stare at his uncle with wide, shining eyes, his heart fluttering so madly in his ribcage heâd almost thought heâd trapped a bird in there. He licked his lips, eyeing his uncle with wary hope.
âYouâŚyou donât mind?â he asked, needing to clarify, needing to know. âYou donât mind I like boys too?â
Wayne snorted, reaching for another mug and pouring it half full, leaving enough space for him to pour a godawful amount of sugar and a splash of milk in it, just like his nephew liked it, before taking it over to Eddie. He sat down on the sofa next to him, hanging it over. Eddie was grateful for it, even if it was room temperature now.
âSon, I know you ainât lived here with me long, and I know your fatherâŚwell, Alâs always had his faults. But weâre family, kid. Iâve loved you since the moment Elizabeth told me she was pregnant with you. Nothing is ever gonna change that, you hear?â He sniffed, taking a sip of his coffee. ââSides, ainât nothinâ wrong with love. You just got lucky, and your chances for love have doubled now.â
Eddie glanced over at his uncle with a shy smile, relief and affection for the older man coursing through him. He cradled his own mug between his hands, drawing in a shaky breath. Wayne knew. Wayne knew and he still loved him. A small, tearful chuckle escaped him and he hastily wiped away one of the tears that fell down his cheek.
âEddieâŚâ Wayne sighed, sounding regretful as he set his mug on the coffee table and turned to properly face his nephew. âI am deeply sorry if I have ever made you feel like I wouldnât accept you, like my love for you was conditional.â
Eddie hastily shook his head, setting his own mug down to mirror Wayneâs position, curling one knee halfway on the couch. âYou didnât,â he reassured. âYou didnât, I justâŚIâŚâ He felt bad now for doubting Wayne. For packing a bag like he was going to get tossed out at any moment. For thinking even just for a second that his uncle would ever hit him.
Wayne studied Eddieâs face before letting out a soft sigh and a small nod. âI understand. Itâs not safe out there right now, especially not with everything.â And Wayne didnât even know everything. He couldnât, not with all the papers Eddieâd been forced to sign while being patched up after everything. But he knew that he didnât know, so there was at least that.
âI shouldnât have doubted you,â Eddie murmured. âI trust you, Wayne. Thatâs why I wanted you to know. As soon as I was sure, I wanted you to know.â He huffed. âMeanwhile, you knew before even I did.â
Wayne grinned then, reaching out to clap Eddie on the shoulder, making the younger man grin back. âHere I thought it was just some unspoken understanding between us. Guess I know why you always seemed confused when I bought more mugs with rainbows on them.â
âOh my god,â Eddie moaned, slapping a hand to his face. âI am such an idiot.â
Throwing his head back with a laugh, Wayne relaxed against the sofa, making Eddie chuckle and do the same. âDonât be so hard on yourself, boy. Just know that youâre safe here, and so is whoever you bring around.â He huffed. âEven if it is the Harrington boy.â
Eddie quickly shook his head again, his hair fanning around him at the force of it, a nervous laugh escaping him. âOh no, Wayne. Absolutely not. Steve is as straight as they come.â He smiled a little ruefully at that, and though Steve had been smiling at him like that, it was just because they were friends. Expecting anything else would just lead to more heartbreak.
Wayne gave him a disbelieving quirk of his brows. âWhatever you say, kid.â
Eddie rolled his eyes in response. âYou thought he had said something homophobic earlier.â
Reaching for his mug, Wayne gave a one shouldered shrug. âWouldnât be the first time someone projected anger at themselves outwards.â He eyed Eddie. âThey good to you though? Your friends. You feelâŚsafe with them?â
Eddie thought about that. He trusted them, with his life actually, and not just in the figurative way. Theyâd proven that theyâd save him, time and again. He even had his very own brand new walkie-talkie and call sign to show for it. He was part of something bigger now, something real, which was just what he had always wanted. Even if it was all over, their little group was a forever sort of thing.
Smiling, Eddie nodded. âYeah, I think so.â He glanced over at Wayne with a soft look. âBut no matter what, I know have you to back me up soâŚyeah, I feel safe because I know at the end of the day, I wonât be alone.â He had needed to tell Wayne first, but maybeâŚmaybe he could tell the others too. Eventually.
Wayne gave a short nod. He seemed content with that answer. âJust remember to use protection when you bring your boy over.â
âWayne!â Eddie screeched scandalized, but his uncle only laughed.
Of course, it still took several months to get there, but when Wayne came home early one day to find Eddie and Steve shirtless and making out on the sofa, all Eddie could do was give his uncle a sheepish smile.
When the next day Wayne came home and chucked a new pack of condoms at his head, Eddie just gave another scandalized screech while Steve, once again next to him, flushed a bright cherry tomato red.
Theyâd use them, of course, but it was the principle of the matter.
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Slide - The Other Side - MYG (18+)
Pairing: Producer!Yoongi X Lyricist!ReaderÂ
Theme: Angst, smut, unplanned pregnancy. Fwb to ?
Word count: 1.6k+
Summary:Â
I shot back, then she told me I should speak up "I can't even hear you through the speaker"
Alternatively,Â
No matter how much Yoongi had been trying to compile his focus and pour it all on Gyuri, his mind kept reeling back to you.
Warnings: angst, yoongi is a dilemma, he is suffering quite a lot too.
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A/N: Very first Yoongi's POV.
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It is a human instinct to seek for what we donât have and try to get our hands on it.Â
Be it tangible or intangible - human beings will always run after what they donât own and what they think they need.Â
Yoongi is a human.Â
So he, too, ran after everything he is not, everything he thought would fill the gaps of his soul, fit like a missing piece of a puzzle and make him whole.Â
Hence, he fell in love with Lee Gyuri.Â
Given the fact that Gyuri is everything he is not, he thought she would make him a perfect sphere. He thought his imperfectly titled earth would stand straight and spin round.
However, alarms of his mind set off very loudly whenever Gyuri brought forth the topic of marriage and kids and living together.Â
He himself came from a broken family. He witnessed how his father and mother were once so in love but then suddenly they were drifting apart.Â
A part of him believes that marriage ruins love. And he wanted to stay in love, without having to exchange vows and reproduce another life.Â
But to his dismay, Gyuri thought his idea of love was absolutely absurd and it doesnât make any sense. In the end, she decided to leave him, saying that his cold shoulders are hard to take, his distant persona hurt her beyond measure and that she thinks sheâs the only one who is keeping this relationship alive.Â
Hence, his four year old relationship came to an end just like that.Â
Gyuri walked away and she took the larger part of yoongi with her. The part that was left, was unable to fall in love, unable to feel anything concrete, just unable to process human connection anymore.Â
If Gyuri thought he never loved her properly, she should have seen him after her departure. Yoongi was devastated, broken, shattered beyond repair - and you only fall too hard when you climb too high, you only break too much when you love too hard.Â
Yoongi wished Gyuri knew. Â
For once Yoongi wished to be seen.Â
And Yoongi felt seen.Â
Yoongi felt the feeling of being seen in every corner of his skin, deep in his bones each and every time you looked at him with those knowing eyes.Â
Ever since that night you picked him up, you have always looked at him with kindness. There was no pity, no curiosity in your eyes to unsettle him.Â
If he dares to add then he has perceived affection in those eyes of yours. And by some magical force, you made him open up - something even Gyuri couldnât do.Â
If he is honest enough to admit then he would say that he was afraid of opening up to his former girlfriend, what if she ran away (which she did regardless).
But somehow you felt like a safe space - he could show the real him, the one that is scared and weak, and you wouldnât judge him, you would embrace him (which you did every single time).Â
And that is what kept him coming back to you again and again.Â
Those quiet nights of shared understandings soon turned into something more - skin on skin, hands on body, mouth on mouth. Yoongi hated none of it.Â
Yoongi started liking it all way too much.Â
Soon enough he realized, itâs not always important to fill up each gap, to seek for a person who is everything we are not.Â
Sometimes peace comes from alikeness.Â
Sometimes peace comes from someone very much like you.Â
And you are very much like him.Â
Just like him you, too, belong to a broken family, prone to close yourself up around people, you donât laugh too loud, talk too loud, you donât say things you donât mean.Â
You like maintaining a distance.Â
You like to hide behind a facade.Â
Again, you are just like him.Â
Even after knowing his views towards commitment, you never questioned him once. You never asked why he thinks what he thinks. You never once asked for anything more than what he could offer. You never demanded recognition from him.Â
You never said anything but still Yoongi knew that you were falling in love with him.Â
And right on that moment he knew - you would have been the one for him. Only if you two could travel to a parallel universe, where he wasnât so pathetically in love with Gyuri, he would allow himself to fall for you.Â
That day when Gyuri came back, when she gracefully stepped into his life again as if nothing happened - he didnât know what to feel or what he was feeling.Â
He didnât know what if he was more happy or more regretful that the sand castle he built with you was about to tumble down sooner than he expected.Â
He always feared waves but Gyuri in the shape of a wave - he both feared and loathed it.Â
His sense of fear and resentment heightened when he felt you touching his knee under the table. You are just too kind, way too kind for your own good.Â
You stayed in this arrangement even after knowing Yoongi wouldnât be able to return your feelings and you were still trying to comfort him when you yourself knew things were coming to an inevitable end.Â
At that moment Yoongi wished he never loved Gyuri to begin with.Â
âI will not force you to do anything you donât want, Yoongi. I promise, I will not fight. Letâs give each other another chance please. I- I have been missing you terribly.â Gyuri had said standing behind the closed wooden door of the meeting room.Â
Yoongiâs heart lurched inside his chest a bit.Â
But itâs not the flattering kind.Â
When he looked into her eyes, he found sincerity but he couldnât see himself reflecting in them.Â
That is why he said, âI donât know, Gyuri. I donât think it will be ideal for us -âÂ
âI know the damage is done. But please please letâs try once more. Three months, letâs try for three months, for the sake of old times, our memories, for our love. I love you, Yoongi. And I know you love me too. So, please.â Gyuri had cut him off desperately.Â
Yoongi thought then. Getting into this trial with Gyuri would mean leaving you behind. Leaving you behind would mean setting you free from his grasps.Â
If Yoongi sets you free, you can move on and find everything that he canât provide you with - love, a lover, maybe even a home.Â
So he had said yes.
âI love you so much.â Gyuri murmured on his chest.Â
âI love you too.â Yoongi didnât mean it.Â
â.... but the lyrics just wonât come out. I have been trying to write âŚ.âÂ
For a fleeting moment, Yoongi heard Gyuri saying something about the lyrics but his brain didnât register anything solid.Â
He had been zoning out, staring at the door, waiting for you to come in with your notebook and ipad, give everyone a tight-lipped smile and a muffled greeting and settle somewhere near him. But you were nowhere to be found. Â
When the door creaked open, his heart creaked too, only to be disappointed when Namjoon slipped in.Â
A moment later his heart creaked and cracked even more when Namjoon announced you had withdrawn from the project.Â
He should have felt relieved then. This is what he wanted, he wanted to set you free from his painful grip.Â
But that didn't mean he wouldnât feel an unexplainable pain in his chest.Â
That didnât mean he wouldnât feel something important sliding through his fingers.Â
At that moment Yoongi realized, he did the forbidden.Â
He got attached to you.Â
Every pore in Yoongiâs body oozed relief when he saw you for the first time in a month.Â
You look distressed but you look beautiful regardless.Â
He tried his best to appear nonchalant, stoic so that you donât get a hint of the tempest that had been raging inside of him.Â
No matter how much he had been trying to compile his focus and pour it all on Gyuri, his mind kept reeling back to you - how you silently cried with him that night, how you didnât hold him back when he left, how you didnât object when he ended it all.Â
For once he wished you wouldnât be so much like him.Â
For once he wished for you to ask something more from him.Â
âI can take care of it myself, Yoongi. You have a life to lead, you have better days ahead now, why would you even care about me? I was just a fleeting chapter anyway. Please- please donât act like our time together meant anything to you. Please, I beg.â you broke down right before his eyes.Â
If he is reading between the lines properly then is that animosity?Â
Are you angry with him?Â
If he riles you up more will you confess? Will you ask for more?
Will you⌠will you ask him to come back? His thoughts swirled inside him making him feel dizzy.
âwasnât it a given? A silent agreement that our time together wouldnât mean much to any of us?â he pushed you more, even though he knew it wasnât the right thing to say but he tried to pull the truth or the demand or whatever might it be, out of you.Â
And he didnât even know why?Â
What does he even want?Â
Does he want you? Even the thought of wanting someone other than Gyuri scared him to death.Â
You nodded, âYeah. You are right. Forget I have said anything. Bye.âÂ
And with that you were gone.Â
For the second time in life Yoongi faced a loss.Â
However, unlike the first time, this time it was his fault. This time, he knew, a second chance would probably never come by.Â
He should have felt relief.Â
He felt a prospect of quiet, peaceful love sliding through his fingers instead.
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On the Evolution of âHappily Ever Afterâ and Why âNothing Lasts Foreverâ
A reflection inspired by Good Omens 2
One of my favorite Tumblr posts on the second season of Good Omens 2 was actually not about the series at all, but our reaction to it, primarily the ending. @zehwulf wrote, âI think a lot of usâmyself includedâgot a little too comfortable with assuming [Aziraphale and Crowley would] work on their issues right away post-Armageddon.â We did the work for them through meta, fanfiction, fanart, and building a plethora of headcanons. Who among us AO3-surfing fans didnât read and love Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach by Nnm?
In the 4 long years since season one was released, we did more than seek to understand and repair rifts between two fictional beings: we were forced to reckon with ourselves too. We faced a global pandemic, suffered traumatizing losses and isolation, and were forced to really and truly look into the face of our atrocities-ridden and capitalistic world. The mainstream rise of Diversity, Equity, Inclusion and Justice work, and our participation in this work, showed us that the systems in place were built to oppress and harm most of us, and they are.Â
So, what does this have to do with the evolution of âhappily ever afterâ?Â
My friend put it best in a conversation we had following the season finale, when she pointed out a shift in media focus. The âhappy endâ in old stories about wars and kingdoms used to be âwe killed the evil old king and put a noble young king in his place and now citizens can live in peaceâ and weâre transitioning into a period of âwe tore down the whole fucking monarchy.âÂ
If we look at season one, written to follow the beats of a love story, it comforted us by offering a pretty traditional happy ending pattern: you get your fancy dinner with your special someone, the romantic music plays, and you have a place to call your own. Season oneâs finale provided a temporary freedom for Aziraphale and Crowley, the âbreathing room,â but it didn't solve the problem that was Heaven and Hell, or the agendas belonging to those systems of oppression.Â
Is it good enough to keep our heads down, pretend the bad stuff isnât happening, and live our own personal happy endings until we die? Moral quandaries aside, if you don't die (or if you care about the generations after you), then, like Aziraphale said, it âcanât last forever.â Thereâs a clear unpleasant end to the âhappily ever afterâ thatâs based on ignoring our problemsâ itâs the destruction of our relationships, and humanity.Â
Ineffable Bureaucracy can go off into the stars because they do not care about humanity.Â
You know who does?
Aziraphale.Â
And Aziraphale knows that Crowley cares about humanity too. (He knows because Crowley was the one who proposed sabotaging Armageddon in the first place, who only invited him to the stars when he thought all was lost, because Crowley would save humanity if he thought it was possible, and Aziraphale knows Crowley has survived losing Everything before, and he will do all in his power so that Crowley does not need to experience that again.)Â
In season one and two, we see how much they care about humanity, beyond their orders, to the point The Systems begin to frown at them. Aziraphale hears Crowleyâs offer to run away together in the final episode of season two, to leave Earth behind, and just like the first time that offer was made in season one, he declines. He knows choosing only âusâ is not a choice either of them can live with for the rest of eternity.
I believe season 3 will provide an opportunity to âdismantle the system,â but I donât know how it will play out. I worry that Aziraphale has put himself in the now-dead trope of the âyoung noble king.â (I wish Crowley had told him why Gabriel was dismissed from his duties.) I worry that he would martyr himself as a sole agent for change. I worry that he doesnât actually know how to dismantle anything by himself: because you canât. He needs Crowley. He DOES. He needs Crowley, and Muriel, and other angels and demons and humans without fixed mindsets to help him. Only by learning to listen and making room at the table for all can they (and we) move past personal satisfaction to collective liberation.Â
Crowley was right when he said that Aziraphale had discovered his âcivic obligations.â
So, I think we will get our modern-day happy endingâ and itâs going to involve a lot of pain and discomfort, communication, healing and teamworkâ and in the end, itâll all be okay. There will be a time for rest and a time for âus.âÂ
And most likely a cottage.Â
âDo the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better.â
 - Maya Angelou
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NEED IT BACK
last minute faults before performing are the worst, but maybe this one was a blessing in disguise to repair what it was for you and jay.
EX SITUATIONSHIP TO LOVERS IDOL! EDITION. GUITARIST JAY X GUITARIST FEM READER | SMUT ANGST FLUFF | JAY JUST WANTS YOU BACK
"You're fucking kiddin' me."
Jay fumbles around the strings of his prized-possession fender, unscrewing the lead caps in the process to see why on earth it's not making the tone he so generously practiced up until now. His frustration was only getting worse as the time crunched by the minute- soon, the whole group will have to be up, smiling and adoring their foreign fans before they break off into an instrumental- which Jay may not be performing if he can't find another replacement guitar.
"Didn't you have another one packed in the van?" Jungwon tries to ease for more solutions, making Jay silently dismiss him, biting his lip as the members watch- anxious. This time, Sunoo picks up the conversation, making small talk between Jay and their managers, "Maybe it'll be fine playing it just like that, our fans can only understand, Jay-"
"No, I-I can't play like this! I want this to sound right-"
"What about y/n?"
Fortunately enough, they weren't the only idol group on set that has a renowned guitarist. And for a big day like today, everyone can't afford to lose composure.
"What did you just say?" Jay groans, walking close to Sunghoon who could only put his hands up in defense. "She has a good guitar like yours, you would know." He adds. Their managers hesitantly agree, rearranging a way to ask for your group's manager.
"No, she wouldn't just-- give it to me.. She... ." Jay mumbles, fingers running through his hair, "She's not..." Jake puts a hand on Jay's shoulder, shaking it a lil to ease him up. "It's an emergency, and you happen to always have her as your last resort."
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Jay paces across the room, tapping his soles as the members exchange looks- silent conversations held within their eyes as they see your group's manager passing a guitar case towards the nearby table before bowing off- wishing the group a respectful good luck.
Jay stands above the table, a silent groan vibrating across his skin. Goosebumps, it was, seeing your guitar he'd always see on display when he used to come by- presented perfectly to him atop of the dark crimson case, with a note left behind. Jay- hesitantly, brings the note to his eyes, capturing a whiff of your scent before reading the cursive words you had to say.
"Take care of it. You owe me."
A makeshift cover consisting of paper tape and coloured stickers covered her engraved initials on the face of the guitar- making Jay chuckle. The colours of the stickers were- cute. Yet he falters, damning himself. Just like the seconds away, Jay reminisces his closeness with you, wishing he had more time to make it right. In fact, he never did want to break things off. He loved you, yet- the passion for work always prevailed, and it seems it lead off to a bitter end.
"Will it do?" Heeseung chimes, checking on him as they begin to be escorted out towards the stage. Jay could only smirk, keeping the note inside his back pocket, before strapping the glossy guitar around his arms. "It'll do; more than what I expected."
Hurriedly after giving away your guitar with no second thought, you and your members debriefed- wondering if you were so ever obviously present in the back of his mind. But you always had doubts, I mean- it's been a whole year since the so called relationship was called quits in bitter words and tears. It wasn't your fault you wanted him exclusively, but it wasn't his for prioritising fame.
You watch behind the scenes of their performance, how Jay gets singled out under the spotlight with your guitar, gliding his fingers softly across the strings. You watched as he lifts the corners of his lips, smirking as he feels up the frets with his finger tips- slowly pushing up the whammy, before clearing his voice to sing.
If there was one thing you were in denial for, it was the fact that he 'wasn't hot whenever you watched him play guitar' knowing that heat pools between your thighs every time you catch a glance.
You felt a tug in your stomach as you watched him look at the camera, breathing out as he stops playing. "In the end, the answer is always you." He sings, which you remember was a lyric from their discography, but you had your doubts, hopelessly wishing you're still regarded higher than just a spare guitar.
"I heard they have to leave immediately after this. They've got too much on their schedule, I bet they're flying back to Korea immediately."
"But what about my guitar?" You stand up, pointing at yours on screen. "Relax babe, he knows where you live." one of your members hint, causing a playful slap across the arm. "I will not let him in." You mumble, which only caused the members to shake their heads, "You most definitely will."
"Whatever- I'm ignoring him."
You kept your mouth shut, knowing you would. Soon enough your pride about Jay fell, and you began to crave him all over again.
Nothing like the post-performance clarity hit Jay like a truck, realising it's his fault that now you can't perform, seeing you apologise for a last minute change up while he sits in the back of the van- caressing the problem he created. If only his guitar worked in the first place, now he's more definite than ever that he MUST repay you. Usually he'd be mad at this sort of situation, but why is it that he can't bring himself to cross his eyebrows, and huff like he always would? The way he hides his smile pushes the members to joke, taunting him- lecturing him.
"Funny how she sacrificed her image for you, when you clearly broke it off thinking you'd break her career."
"Hah! I knew it, you waited for her to reach out to you because you're a coward-"
"Jake he's not a coward."
"You're right, he's a loser-"
"Shut up." Jay pushes away the playful endearment, scrolling through old photos as he awaits your flight back home. "I'll visit her the moment she settles back home."
"Bet she won't let you in.-"
"I will do anything for her to let me in." Jay folds the corners of your note, a heart tugged by the strings as he sets sea in his mind- he's been dying to make it right.
The first few weeks of you without your guitar were painful, and if it wasn't for the small updates from Jay's instagram with pictures of it well kept- you would've found yourself in a ditch. You even considered unblocking him just to call you back, but you knew your pride was bigger than that.
You finally realise the little messages he hides behind his stories. Posting the cute stickers you placed there with his hands casually ghosting over your initials, with a bandaged heart emoji covering the rest. The next occasional posts of him wondering the foreign streets were accompanied by the songs that both of you would learn on guitar together, and even songs that you both would eventually constantly sing together.
He was playing your little game you used to do that he would often get frustrated at, scared that he'd be caught from conscious fans and stalkers alike- but now he's shameless, constantly posting places and references that only you would know- so you decided to post a pretty photo of you back on instagram, adding a significant song you and Jay used to make love to; a happy memory that also signified your second date with him.
He read your message clear, it was all so obvious you missed each other. At this point he wanted to tell the world how badly he fucked up. You even unblocked him briefly to see if he had ever messaged you on the day that he'd landed, to which he did;
â Last week
J: Baby I want you back so bad I messed up
J: Angel I'm doing everything I will to get you back
J: Who's that guy in your story?
â Two days ago
J: I miss you so bad it hurts
J: Never thought I'd cry again about us
J: Made a song about you
â Yesterday
J: I know you'll unblock me soon
J: I feel it in my bones baby
J: Fuck Dispatch and fuck the crazy fans
J: I'm coming over and I'm going to get you back
"I'm coming over, angel."
MDNI
The silhouette of Jay's figure at your front door's intercom hollowed your eyes, there he was, in all his glory, holding your guitar case, hands behind his back fumbling.
"Y/n." He calls for you, breath raggedy as his mind chases, wondering if it was too early to come over- besides, he read your schedule down to a T- he was confident you were here even if you blocked his contact; but it's not like he was stalking! he just so happens to know everything about you- still.
You sighed, looking at his figure and his open button up, the sleeves bunched around his elbows, and his jaw sharp, clenched; his brows knitted as his musters the words to call you again. This time you answer before he could say anything, swinging open the door to see his other arm hold the knob, pushing himself inside before closing it swiftly, leaving to corner you in the hallway.
"These are for you." He looks down at you, red roses emerge from behind his back, they were just as dark as the velvet on your guitar case, encapsulated by his old perfume; one you got really attached to. Your smile falters by the interaction, doubting this sincerity as you barely try to reach his eyes.
"Oh- It's fine, really. I didn't need the flowers-" You get stopped by his hands grabbing yours, bringing them up to kiss them. "You're right, I should've gotten you other things." He mumbles, looking away as his ears perk up red.
"Jay." You stop him, walking away to the kitchen as he follows you, "You got what you wanted." You start off, licking your lips in stress. Jay watches you, ears perked and eyes glossy, finding the right time to interrupt you again, "What I wanted?"
"Yes! You got what you wanted, so you can leave!" You pan back to him, his shoulders slumped as he leans against the kitchen doorway.
"What exactly did you think I wanted?" He crosses his arms, taking small strides closer to your figure behind the counter. "You think I wanted us to end like that? You think I used you for sex? Tell me," He huffs, eyebrows knitted, "What do you think I so fucking want?"
"Your success? I know you wanted a perfect performance, I know you value your reputation so bad, so-" You huff a breath, "You got it, and now you're just here to give back the guitar so, why can't you just leave?"
"Leave you? Again?" Jay raises his voice, rushing to your sides. "Believe me when I realised what I said to you that time was wrong, and it ate me up every time we exchanged looks like we were strangers, angel. Strangers!"
Your eyes flutter at the old nickname, fingers balling into a fist, "That's what you chose, though. You chose to make me believe it that way too." you fight back, only to see Jay inch closer to you, shaking his head.
"No, angel. I really believed that it was all I ever wanted, but I realised-" He stops himself, cloudiness forming in the corners of his eyes, searching your body for an ounce of intimacy.
"..I neglected what I needed."
Those words crushed you. To be void of emotion when interacting with each-other off and on camera, when not so long ago you were crying your heart out in bitter disputes- you two admit you never healed, and now there's a crack in your heart you now believe can be repaired.
"Take me back. Please..." Was all he said, holding your hands as he lowers his head to meet yours, tears forming in the inner of his eyes. You could only speak spurts of words, clearing your throat from the sudden desperation.
"You're gonna have to prove it to me that you'll never reject what you need for rest of your life, jjong." you softly respond, your gaze lurking upon his face as he chuckles, a frown on his lips as his heart leaps from the old nickname, one he never passed on. "Yeah?" He responds, "Fuck, angel.. I'll prove you with every second in the world." His voice cracks, carrying you to your own bedroom.
"Fuck, I missed you." He mumbles against your neck, bringing you close, sliding his hands on your sides, "'M gonna buy you all the guitars you want, baby." He mumbles, drunk off your scent. You smell his whisky breath to confirm his actions, it was obvious it was hard for him to do this sober. "Jay, how much did you drink?" You whisper, to which he smiles, kissing your neck, "Just enough to remember."
"I've missed you." You whisper again, looking into his eyes as you lift a brow, watching how his eyes slant, his lips turning up into a smirk. "You won't have to miss it anymore, my sweet girl."
"Whatever." You chuckle, "You still owe me." you bring up the note. Jay sits up properly, caging you in his arms as he tilts his head, "I know a way to prove my love and repay you at the same time my sweet, sweet angel." He whispers, his body towering over yours.
"Please?" He practically frowns for your acceptance, his hands hovering over your shirt, rubbing your tummy and sides as he begs to touch you more. You nod, huffing as he lifts your shirt up, throwing whatever you had on away from the space.
"'M not gonna make y'cum until you accept me as your boyfriend, baby." He boldly warns, cupping your breasts as you moan in relief, happy that they've been warmed by familiarity. "Be honest with me, Jjongie-" You cry out in moans, "You've hooked up with others have you?"
The question only angered Jay, making him pinch your nipples, groping your breasts, with your bra thrown across the room. "You really think I'd do that?" He responds, "I lied back then, I've stopped hooking up with others the moment I met you." His voice contained remnants of desperation, kissing your neck down to between your breasts, kneading them in circles as you moan in pleasure. "You're the only one I want, angel."
Jay stopped kissing between your breasts, going back to your lips as he crosses his brows, "Don't tell me you saw other men." He says, only making you pout, responding in a small voice. "I don't think you know how bad you fucked me up."
"Am I that good?" Jay chuckles, ghosting his fingers over your cheeks. "And bad." You respond referring to split, frowning. Jay stops, looking at you in the eyes before diverting his eyes to your lips, kissing you passionately as you had your hands on his chest kissing back. He pulls away, pecking your forehead as he lowly breathes, watching how you react- smirking, knowing that he can go further.
"I'll fuck the bad memories out of you, m'kay? How's that sound?" He whispers, kneading your thighs, palming the wetness around your heat.
"Please, baby." You moan in return, making him smile. "I missed that sweet voice of yours.." He mumbles, "Okay, yeah." He starts, pulling you closer to the edge where he has you caged between his arms, "I'll give my girl what she wants." He whispers, kissing your inner thighs while he kneads your ass. Jay takes his time, kissing your heat, tasting you as he desperately pushes you against his lips. "You always taste so fucking good." He murmurs, "I missed you so fucking much."
His hands were causing imprints around your legs like tattoos, and his tongue was too busy kissing your spot, stimulating you with his fingers and nose bridge. You brush your fingers through his hair, making him go crazy all over again. His moans vibrate against your heat, and your legs bucked around him. He's only getting harder, spitting on your opening before going back to your lips, kissing you rough. "More." You beg, making him blush, smirking at your doe eyes while you squirm beneath him.
"So needy." He smiles, going against your clit, rutting against it as you reach your high. He could feel you jittering like a mess, occasionally pausing- so he could edge you again. Pussy drunk, Jay pulls away from your pink mess, seeing your hole leak of juices; overstimulated by his vibrating approach.
"Fuck I'm so hard, angel." He cries, and you pause to capture his stance. You see his stained, loosely unbuttoned shirt being unclothed by his sticky hands, revealings his toned abs which only made you wetter, he palms his bulging crotch under his dress pants- unbuckling his belt before revealing his member. Jay's cock slapped against his own stomach- pink and sensitive, making him quiver. He bends a little down, sticking his tip against your clit and your creamy heat, capturing the slick to rub against his shaft.
You eyes flutter from his warmth gliding between your lines, and you moan. "Feels so good baby." You say before going on your knees, your plush body puffing down on the centre of the bed, giving him doe eyes as you glide your fingers down his abs before stopping at his tip. "I need you so bad angel." He pleads.
His face goes flush, biting his lips as he watches you go down on him. He pauses, grazing his fingers on your cheek before swirling his thumb in your mouth: "Fuck baby," He moans, cock twitching. "If you look at me like that again I'll cum."
His cock was so sensitive to your touch, giving you physical evidence of his desperation. With just a sloppy kiss to his blushed tip, his cock jerks, twitching with spurts of pre cum. Jay could only breathe heavily holding your hands and intertwining them as he craved more of your intimacy. "Please angel more, please please.." He begs, on his knees as he pants. You could only smirk in return. "Only because you want me so bad-" "I do baby, so so so fucking much-" And you gag him before he could even finish his sentence, slobbering your warm touch and gummy cheeks around his sensitive arousal. His hips bucked, drilling his cock deeper down your throat as you hum, vibrating against his shaft.
"Fuck!" He moans, whimpering as you bob your head, using your hands, twisting them as you continue to suck him. He watches your hands leave his cock, massaging his thighs and toned abs as he captures the drool of your wet pussy, stimulating it with his middle finger. You moan in response, causing Jay to groan, feeling your hum against his tip. "Baby I can't-" He pants, "I'm gonna fucking cum-" And you lock eyes with him, looking up at him as you allow him to fuck your pretty little face.
He shoots the loads down your throat, sighing highs as he jerks back, bringing your face up to kiss you, before throwing you down on the bed.
"My sweet, sweet angel." He cooes, seeing your salivated lips and your hazy eyes take in his own cum. "I'm gonna make you cum so fucking hard, I'm making you take everything, okay?"
Jay doesn't give you a second to respond, spitting on your clit as his sloppy dick drives into your tight cunt, dragging your waist close to his before drilling deeper into you.
You mewl in response, your tits bouncing so harshly below him as your plush and pink thighs clap against his rough humping. Thick juices clump together before webbing out with every thrust, forming bubbles around his rim. He locks eyes with you, watching how yours look up, mouth agape as he fucks you drunk. "Fucking missed this pussy so much." He groans, spitting against you again, pulling out of your hollowness to slap his slick against your clit and make you moan before shoving it back in.
It wasn't long before you reached your high, and Jay often treated you as a princess, giving you your orgasm when so greatly needed, but he needed you so badly, he doesn't want you to imagine a world that was better without his cock; so he makes you so desperately crave it.
Before reaching your high he takes it out again, grabbing your legs before pressing your thighs against your stomach, pushing your own legs into you. "Jjong, please I need to cum-" He stops you by slapping your ass, "No." He dryly replies, rougher and drunker by your slick. "Baby!" You moan as the tip hits you deep. Your bed was filled with cream under your ass, spilling out as endless pre-cum and juice multiplied in your heat. His thrusts were only quicker this time, his voice whining and mumbling lewd words under his breath as he begins to be so fixated on your lips.
He kisses you so passionately, and he slows down, chasing his breath before turning you around. "Jjong, please-" You beg while ass was up to worship his face. "I'll only make you cum when you accept me as your boyfriend, baby." He starts, "I've given you proof and I'll continue to fuck you this good to get you to say yes." He growls. Slamming his cock into your spongey spot several times, holding your arms as your tits jiggle mid air. You see your silhouettes against the curtain, and your back being blown that your voice register is no longer working. "So," Jay starts, whispering against you as he fucks puddles into you.
"Will you take me back?" He pleads, stuttering his flow as small tears run down your eyes. You were fucked out of your mind, and you knew the greatest decision was to-
"Fuck!" You moan as Jay pounds into you, his soft demeanour changing as he grows impatient, hating to see you hesitate. "So?" He grips onto your waist, slapping your ass, pre-cum already leaking out of him again.
"Yes!" You moan in pleasure, begging him to cum in you. "I can't hear you." He groans louder, groping your tits before going down to rub circles on your clit as he continues to thrust into you from behind. "Yes yes! Please baby-" Your wishes have been heard as he gives one final jerk, deep into you as he overstimulates your clit- making you cum against his own high- endless white and clumps of stickiness leaking out of your pussy as Jay mindlessly uses his tip to stick it back into you.
You smile hazily as you continue to catch your breath, going to lay on your back as your stomach rises and falls. Jay plops down next to you on his side, rubbing circles on your stomach as he kisses your temple. "Great decision baby." He smiles against your lips. "I'll get us cleaned up." He always says after sex, carrying you to the shower only for him to fuck you again in it before cleaning you up.
Clean sheets, two guitars on the bed and a sunrise ahead, the two of you lay against each other humming and whispering love. You catch up with him again, and its like he never changed, only got wiser in the end as he continues to confess his undying love to you sober this time.
You go on your phone, seeing news outlets blowing up about Jay. And you both look in mild surprise that Jay was spotted with your guitar case and roses, crossing the street looking like a triple threat.
You look up to him, furrowing your brows, "You went out in public? Did you want to be seen?" You genuinely ask, knowing the main reason you didn't want to date surrounded the transparency of publicity.
"Yeah, I wanted them to know." He proudly says, "I don't fucking care anymore baby." Follows, grabbing your chin before kissing you slowly. "I got what I wanted."
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second chance - y.g
pairing: yolanda garcia x surgeon!ex!f!reader
wc: 1.6k
a/n: i love all of the fics for robby and abbott as much as the next girl but where is the love for my ladies?? need more wlw imagines pls and thank youuu
you know how they say 'don't shit where you eat', turns out it's not a bunch of random words strung together, it's a saying for a reason and pretty sound advise. but when you first laid eyes on dr. yolanda garcia every single thing your best friend cassie mckay advised you went out the window and you dove head first into your whirlwind relationship with garcia.
it was picture perfect at first, she made you breakfast in bed whenever you had days off together, walks in the park, you even owned a dog together (which she kept since she was more emotionally invested in sammy anyway) almost a year and a half in the cracks started to appear, long nights with no calls or text, shortened answers, it just didn't seem like she wanted to be with you any longer so you did what she clearly couldn't do and broke it off.
you were devastated of course but 5 months later and you're starting to get back on your feet. the one hard rule you both agreed on was to keep it professional at work and you tried to... sometimes.
"and what do we have today?" you say walking into the buzzing trauma room.
"high power machine degloved his arm almost crushing it completely. his buddy wasn't looking and fell onto a button. freak accident," perlah says.
the new interns and med students gather around waiting to be instructed.
you walk up to the patient. "wow, i know you guys don't get paid enough for shit like this,"
he almost laughs but it's too painful. "no kidding," he grunts instead, clearly trying to mask the pain.
"sir, my name is y/n y/l/n. you feel pain anywhere else on your body?"
it was at the moment your ex walks in.
"what's up party people?" she asks before her eyes lock on you. "why are you here? this is my consult."
"the page went to all surgeons. i got here first," you shrug.
"god, i wish i had popcorn for this," langdon says as he asses the patient.
"shut up langdon," you and garcia say in unison. if you weren't in a constant state of botherment with her, you would've smiled at that.
"okay, i'll just stand here and watch," garcia says making her way to the back, eyes still trained on you.
"fine by me. it's your time wasted," you retort. "you," you say pointing to one of the newbies.
startled, she points at herself.
"yes, you. name?"
"uh, santos. trinity santos."
"okay, santos. i need you over on this side. you're gonna carefully dress this arm before we take him up for a head ct,"
"how do you know he needs a head ct. his arm is a straightforward repair," garcia pipes up.
you make it a point to look at your ex and then at the patient, "sir, when you hurt your arm, did you fall? hit your head?"
"yeah, pretty hard," he says through clenched teeth.
you give an 'i told you so' smile to garcia causing her to roll her eyes.
"i think i'm done here," garcia says walking out annoyed, which you feel pretty content with.
"nooo, it was getting so good," langdon says.
"langdon, for the love of god, get a hobby. santos, on my right," you say.
santos makes her way around. you hand her gauze. "perlah, push some morphine,"
you cover his exposed arm with the skin dangling off. screams erupt from him.
"i know, sir. we're almost done here. okay santos, wrap 'er up,"
"can't we get a nurse to do this?"
you look at her, kind of shocked, very disrespected. "excuse you?"
"garcia's probably on some gnarly case right now and i just-"
you take the gauze from her. "you're free to go, dr. santos"
"oh i- no i just meant-" "i said you can go," you turn away from her. you point to another one of the interns/med students. "dr..."
"whitaker. just whitaker. i'm ms4."
you hold out the gauze to whitaker. "is wrapping gauze on this patient a task you feel is beneath you, whitaker?"
"no, dr. y/n," he shakes his head.
"great, it's all yours," you say moving out of the way as he comes around and starts wrapping.
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bar hangouts after long shifts got you through most of your days. you get to have your hair down, literally, and decompress from the day with your colleagues. it's essential to your survival.
mckay rants about her day. "and he was such a weirdo, like 'sir, your daughter is about to have surgery. stop trying to get my number'... god, i can't stand men,"
"amen," you say clinking your glass with hers.
"hey, as the only man here, i take offence for all of us, okay? some of us are good guys," langdon interjects.
"no, i'm not having this conversation with you again, frank, i'm just not," you chuckle.
"what? i'm just saying..." his joyful voice trails off as he stares at something, rather someone, behind you.
you look at him confused, "what are y-"
you turn around, now face to face with santos. she looks solemn and nervous and behind her... garcia.
"what the fuck is going on?" langdon whisper to mckay.
"i don't know but i feel like we shouldn't be here for this," mckay whispers back.
"we'll be at the bar," she announces to the table, dragging langdon by the hand who so clearly wanted to stay.
it was like you were in a staring competition with garcia. even after all this time, you couldn't help it, you can't take your eyes off her.
"santos, garcia... what's up?" you say stretching our words. why were they together and what did this have to with you?
"go on, santos, tell her," garcia says sternly, hands in her leather jacket. oh, she means business.
"y/l/n, i mean dr. y/l/n, i wanted to... apologize for my behaviour this morning. every case is important and every patient deserve our upmost care. i should've known better. i'm sorry," santos fiddles with her jacket zipper, avoiding eye contact.
you were just as shocked as this morning. "oh... okay, well, it's much appreciated. and you're right, you should've known better but... it's your first week and we are at a bar right now and i don't wanna talk about work, so if it's okay with you, it's water under the bridge,"
santos finally looks up, a smile adorns her face, "yeah, water under the bridge, i'd like that. thank you dr. y/l/n,"
"okay, that's all, santos. you can go now," garcia says.
santos scurries away to the other side of the bar with her age-mate colleagues leaving you with garcia.
tilting your head a bit, you give her a look, "okay, cut the bullshit, what was that about?"
"she kept bragging about getting off your case and needing a bigger challenge than wrapping gauze so i gently put her in her place," garcia shrugs like it's no big deal.
"and then brought her to do... that," you add.
"yeah, well, she was disrespecting you and i couldn't have that," garcia says with a seriousness, a protective seriousness, that you haven't seen in a while.
"i don't need you protecting me, yolanda, i'm a grown ass woman,"
"oh trust me i know you are," she says in a flirtatious manner but reigns it in quickly when she sees your deadpanned face. "i'm more than aware that you don't need my protection, but that doesn't mean i won't give it. i always will... even if you hate the sight of me."
you're silent for a moment, playing with the empty beer pint in front of you.
"i don't." you finally say. garcia looks at you, trying to decipher your words. "i don't hate the sight of you."
"you don't?" she asks, hope ever so present in her voice.
you shake your head. the next words bubbled to the surface and out of your mouth before you could stop it. "i miss you actually,"
"b-but you broke up with me? and i still don't know why."
"here's why, yolanda," you shifted in your seat to face the standing woman. "i broke up with you because you forgot about me. i don't know what was going on with you at the time and maybe i should've asked but i do know that i faded into the background. it was like... like you didn't see me anymore. so i did us both a favour."
garcia hangs her head in shame. "i-i had no idea you felt that way,"
"i'm not without fault i should've tried harder to communicate, i don't know," you shrug defeatedly .
"for what it's worth, i miss you too," she says taking one step closer to you. "and i really wanna fucking kiss you right now,"
"oh and there it is," you shake your head amused at her honesty.
"what, too soon?" she smirks.
you stare into her eyes and you know she means every word she's saying right now.
"okay, you can kiss me..." you say. garcia is quick to move in between your legs and cup your face. you put a hand on her forearm, "... on one condition,"
"name it. i'll do anything," she strokes your cheek with her thumb.
"i... want us to prioritize each other. but not like before. i mean intentionally. i... can't go through this again,"
"you won't. i promise," she says softly before drawing your face up to her hers closing the gap. a warm and comfortable feeling ran through your body as your lips touched. the kiss was soft and passionate. it would've gone on longer if your well-intentioned friends didn't ruin.
"let's goooooo!" langdon yells from the other side of the bar.
"get it girl," mckay joins in.
you pulled away from garcia laughing and slightly embarrassed. she strokes your hair. "so... does this mean i get a second chance?"
"yes... but youâre on probation so tread carefully," you say, kissing her once more, signing a new lease on your relationship.
#the pitt#the pitt fic#the pitt x reader#the pitt imagine#frank langdon#cassie mckay#yolanda garcia#yolanda garcia x reader#wlw#wlw imagine
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I started to write this very innocently and planned to make it NSFW but I did the mistake of watching the episode 7 of Dandadan and now instead of horny I want yall to be sad. Ovulation manifest in a very fucked up way for me and I will not suffer alone. Teehee.
Credits where they are due. This ask from @moodymisty is the reason that inspired this... I dunno, AU?? But kudos for them. This idea was really good so I just decided to expand it.
If this get that much attention I'll may think in doing a part 2 where you go and take Angron's ass back without the nails this time, ajua!
Summary: As a perpetual, you have been by the Emperor's side for most of your immortality. There's no name for what strange dynamic you both share, but you do trust him and your loyalty eventually pays off over millennia once he fulfills an old promise he made during your first ever encounter.
Pairing: Emperor of Mankind x Perpetual!Reader (Female)
CW: Slight NSFW
Part 1 - Part 2 - ?
The Mother
âI know youâre still angryâ
You hated how He phrased that. He knew very well that you were furious at him more than anything and yet the Emperor voiced it as if you werenât mourning the loss of the children that you were supposed to call yours.
Erda had warned you plenty of times, looking between a mix of sadness and resignation as she knew very well how much of a tangled mess were yours and the Emperorâs relationship over millennia. Even as a perpetual, you never could come close to understand why He acted the way he did, but his reassurances and sweet-nothings made you easily into crumbling sand between His fingers. So much that when he finally answered your plea for a family, the joy of it had overrode your common sense.
Your genetic composition, while still powerful, never seemed to take and each attempt for a baby to grow inside the gestation capsules ended in failure and that eventually made you grow distant and despondent towards the Emperor, who, for once, seemed to understand your gloomy emotions and gave you some space until a solution could be found.
And it did⌠in the form of your best friend Erda. She had been ready to reject the proposal of giving her genetic stock, but her own loyalty to the Emperor and her love for you was enough to convince her with still some reluctance along the way.
You hadnât even cared if these children carried your own blood or not. This was the one thing you had found yourself craving for so long and it was becoming reality.
The Emperor had made it very clear that these creations had been made too to serve as aids for the Crusade, not simply to satisfy the promise he had made to you all those centuries ago.
At first you didnât heed his warning, too enthralled at the overwhelming emotions of seeing these tiny babies take form.
Your children.
A part of you had been too arrogant, too naive to believe that you could convince the Emperor of Mankind to drop this plan of his to raise kids as pawns of warfare. You had wanted to thrust that a part of Him still would hold the same tenderness that he had always reserved for you like the very first time. So you kept talking to the gestating children, whispering words of love and adoration. You sang them lullabies of long forgotten times and teared up when some would instantly react at the soft tones of your voice.
You have even dreamed with the little one that had shown immense psyker power.
So it broke you beyond repair when Erda came back to you in distraught, explaining what she had done with the developing Primarchs once the Emperor had been still adamant and unmoving to his plans.
The fate of your sons had been decided and your friend had been desperate to try and stop it.
Now you lost everything, all your happiness had been taken away and as much as you wished to blame Erda too, you only held her shoulders in a tight bruising grip (she looked at you surprised, unaware that you possessed such strength) and stared at her dead in the eyes with a voice that commanded nothing but attention.
âIâm willing to forgive you, Erda⌠I am⌠but you must earn itâ you said with a clear tremble in your voice, a painful knot stuck in your throat at the impotence of the whole situation. âPlease, please⌠go find them! Find them so I can retrieve them and hold them at least for the first time!â
So she did, in the silence of the night and away from any prying eyes.
Once alone in the privacy of your room, you cried until the pain bled into painful sobs of despair.
It was in the aftermath of your spilling emotions when the Emperor came to you in a mockery of comfort, his huge hand encased in his golden armor caressing with immense care your body. It was a shame that he had some truth to his words, for your anger simply made you feel like his attempt of compassion was cold and mechanical in nature.
A detailed script where the husband consoles the wife that He must follow. But as fast as the burning anger came, it easily simmered down by the constant sorrow. You felt hollow and as much as you wished to keep ignoring him⌠you needed the little love he still professed for you in rare moments.
âNo, my love⌠I just feel empty nowâ your voice conveyed it, for it lacked anything beyond the trembling of a sob.
âThen let me help youâ the Emperor expressed with an unchanging expression, but the way he whispered those words felt like the sweetest caress.
You breathed deeply, a few stubborn tears still escaping because how dare he speak to you like you were the only thing that he cared for. You had grown accustomed to this weird and shifting dynamic you both had and yet he did things like this that disrupted the routine and reminded you why you fell for him a long time ago.
You had seen him as a man, nothing more⌠and he had thanked you for that.
This time you had to choke a sob down before speaking.
âHow?â
He didnât answer. Instead, he got up and took his golden armor piece by piece.
It took a while but you were a patient woman with little to no motivation to move at the current moment. This was your room, the single place where no one was allowed to bother you two and so could take any sweet time.
Once finished, his warm hand held your head carefully and left your neck exposed to be kissed and licked at his whim. You were ready to try and tell him to hold on (you would never dream of being strong enough to push him off of you), but the bite on your shoulder forced a breathy moan out of your lips, wilting your weak attempt at stopping.
You still felt the sting of pain at the loss of the children and these actions only fuelled the new emotion of guilt brewing inside you.
Why was he doing this to you? How would this help your broken heart?
âLet me make it up to you⌠by giving you a child in the only way we havenât triedâ his voice reverberated within your ribcage with the undertone of a growl that accompanied his words, catching you immensely by surprise with such insane proposal that you didnât even realize when he took your undergarments out until a soft grace to your clit grounded you back to reality.
âAh~!â you moaned this time louder, completely caught off guard by a sensitivity that you donât remember ever having.
The onslaught of sensations dazed you, the tears flowing steadily now that you werenât sure of what to feel in that moment.
This was a distraction, a way to appease you and sooth the sorrow⌠and you hated that it was working little by little. His words truly echoing inside your mind with the strange mix of guilt and excitement clashing within your body without mercy.
Yes, you wished for a child to hold. To love and care.
His enormous finger breached your entrance, the wetness having been built easily enough as his thumb hadn't stopped on his ministrations to your swollen button. His lips rarely leaving your skin without a kiss or a bite to lick, descending and going down, down.
Then⌠you saw it. Behind the shiny droplets of tears through your eyelids, a vision of a future that greeted you with a promise.
The children⌠they were alive.
You sensed the very longing of your heart, the feeling of rough scars being caressed by your gentle touch as an apology for not finding them fast enough.
You saw yourself holding a heavy blanket, a peaceful infant between your arms and a whisper of a name that seared in your memory.
âHorusâ
In this thesis I present today, I'll explain how all the goddamn heresy could have been prevented had the Emperor not sucked ass at speaking with the tactfulness of sandpaper over an open wound.
Anyway, hope yall liked it <333
#warhammer 40k#warhammer 40000#emperor of mankind x reader#reader insert#female reader#emperor of mankind#erda#wh40k#wh40k fanfic#mentioned horus lupercal#mentioned primarchs#motherhood on steroids#my writing
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hi! i loved u recent pjo angst fic, n maybe (if ur willing to write pt2!) (a bit of a back story (for the prompt) before i rq, reader & percy have always met up like every 2 weeks in a spot, n he usually forgets so reader stops coming.) reader gradually gets over him. and one evening percy & annabeth have like... an argument (on the today he and reader used to hang out on) so he goes there expecting to find her there but instead it's her n another character? (probably grover since he's also percy's best-friend, it can be another character if you wish!) n he gets kind of jealous cs their getting along more n like giggling teasing stuff and percy gets kind of jealous? (it can still be angst or fluff if you prefer.) tyty
percy jackson x reader, jason grace x reader summary: when percy's relationship ends, he goes to you hoping to get a second chance to be with you, but finds you happy and in love with someone else wc: 1714 pt 1
When Percy, whom you considered to be the love of your life, got with Annabeth, you thought your heart had shattered beyond repair. Watching them be happy, while you were completely alone, ignored by the one person that you thought understood you, had completely broken you. You found yourself at a new low, thinking of how they were probably hanging out and kissing, while you were sat at the place you and percy used to hang out, alone for the nth time. You couldn't blame Percy for forgetting, or purposefully ignoring your planned hangouts together when he had her, his dream girl.Â
Eventually, you realized that your and his friendship was most likely beyond repair, and you stopped coming to the spot, I mean, it wasn't like he would notice, right? But you were wrong, he did notice. He didn't start going again, but he did realize when you were with the rest of the campers at the time the two of you would usually go to the spot to hang out, and it made him realize what he had done to your friendship. Though he now knew it was him that ruined the friendship, he tried his best to put it at the back of his mind and focus on his relationship with Annabeth.
Meanwhile, you had met Jason, or rather, began hanging out with him more. It's not like the two of you had never met before, but you'd never really clicked or anything, so the most you two did was give each other a little smile when you crossed paths, but now, it was different. You thought that this friendship was even better than what you had with Percy. Jason really understood you, he knew what it was like to lose someone that you cared so deeply about at one point in your life and have to watch them be happy with someone else, while you sit alone, thinking about all the great memories the two of you had shared.
At first, you thought you would never be able to get over Percy, even if you met someone else.Â
"Jason, have you ever loved someone so deeply that you thought you would never in a million years be able to get over them?" You asked him one sunny day, as the two of you sat at the spot near the river that you and percy used to hangout all the time.
"Yeah, a few times. Only one of them was in a romantic way, though. I really thought I would never be able to get over her, but here I am now," he said, a small smile gracing his face, which was quite handsome you realized. The thought came as a surprise because you'd never really found anyone attractive when you had been completely infatuated with percy.Â
"Do you think you've completely gotten over her?"
"Yeah, I think so. She's still my friend, so if she's happy, then I am, too," he says, as if it was the simplest thing in the world.
"Do you think there's any chance for me to get over Percy completely?" You inquire.
There was a long moment of silence before he finally spoke again, "Yes, I do. and I think you know it, too."
And you realized he was right. You hadn't thought about percy in days.
The two of you continued talking, and you realized that you really were getting over Percy. It was all happening excruciatingly slowly, but it was happening nonetheless, and the more you thought about it, the more you realized that you were beginning to develop a crush on Jason.
While it was nothing in comparison to how you had once felt about Percy, you thought that maybe, just maybe, this could be good for you. Contrary to how you once felt when Percy looked at you and you saw nothing but platonic love for you in his eyes, when you looked into Jason's eyes, you definitely saw something else. Not quite love, but he was definitely interested in you, and that made you feel better than you had ever felt in your life. for once, you felt adequate about yourself.Â
As you and Jason continued to hang out, you slowly realized you were falling in love, and you desperately hoped that he was too. Every lingering gaze, every lingering touch, and every word on the tip of his tongue that was left unsaid had you praying every night that he truly felt the same way about you that you felt about him.
"Hey, has anyone ever told you that you're gorgeous?" He asks you randomly one day, causing you to move your head from its place on his broad shoulder.
"No, actually. Why?"Â
"Because," he takes a deep breath. "You are gorgeous, and I just thought that if no one had told you, I would want to be the one to make you realize that you are," he finally says, his hand softly running up and down your arm.
"Really? I mean, you're not just saying that, right?" You ask, turning your head down in a failed attempt to hide your flustered state.
"Of course not, I don't say things I don't mean. You are pretty and you should know that. anyone that doesn't see that is just plain stupid," he states matter-of-factly, making you smile.
"Thanks sparky," you playfully say. "If it means anything, I think you're very handsome too."
This statement, and the endearing nickname, causes all the blood to rush to his face, and you hear the way his heartbeat speeds up immediately after you say it.
You felt that this moment was what marked the start of a romance for the history books between you and Jason. And while yours and Jason's romantic journey was just beginning, Percy and Annabeth's may be ending.Â
At first, their fight wasn't anything serious, but it quickly escalated as Annabeth slowly got more and more annoyed by how incompetent Percy had been acting lately. Deep down, she knew that something was up with him, and that something had to do with you, and she was almost 100% sure of that. She knew something was up, she just didn't know what.
It had started when she noticed Percy staring at you and Jason whenever you two were in view, and continued from there. Annabeth felt that he wasn't paying as much attention to their relationship, or literally anything but you and Jason for that matter, and she had enough of it, telling him to fix his priorities and quick if he didn't want to lose her.
This argument led to many others of the same variety, all of which were contributors to the inevitable breakup. He saw it coming, but didn't do anything to stop it. All he could think of was how he ruined a beautiful friendship by not being able to balance a relationship and a friendship, and now the two of you were more distant than ever. He knew that you and Jason were getting close, he just didn't know how close, and now he was experiencing the insecurity and inadequacy about himself that you did while watching him and Annabeth fall in love.Â
Watching you and Jason was probably the most painful experience Percy had ever gone through in his life, which anyone would find insane if he ever told them, because really, he had been through so many things that he should consider to be more painful, but he somehow didn't.
Now, Percy wasn't a stalker or anything, but he couldn't help but notice the small things that you had once noticed about him and Annabeth when they were falling in love.
He noticed the way the two of you shyly looked at each other, you giggling and something Jason had said, which probably wasn't even that funny, Percy thought.
To say he was jealous was an understatement. The once happy and sarcastic boy was now a heartbroken, jealous, and bitter boy. He wasn't sure if he was heartbroken over his breakup with Annabeth, seeing you with Jason, or a strange combination of both, but he did know that no matter what, his heart was so shattered that he would probably never feel happy again.
This point was pushed even further when he saw the two of you happily cuddling at the campfire one night. He saw the way you were looking up at Jason, body completely leaning on him, and whispering things that must've been flirtatious judging by how Jason's face went up in flames. You two acted like you didn't care who or if anyone saw you. if it was even possible, Percy's heart broke even more.
The universe seemed to be playing a cruel joke on Percy, as your positions had now switched. He'd been going back to your hangout spot on the days you two would've hung out, and was severely disappointed each and every time when you didn't show up.Â
That was, until the time you finally were there, but to his dismay, you were not alone. He didn't want to be weird, but he couldn't help it when he acted on his thoughts and hid behind a tree, intently watching the two of you interact. When he saw the two of you share a sweet kiss, he wished that he hadn't been watching, and he wished that he hadn't even come at all. He didn't know why he expected you to be there alone, not when you weren't there any of the other times. He didn't know why his heart broke more in this moment than it did when he broke up with Annabeth.
Until he did. He realized that he was in love with you, and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it, because you looked at Jason like he was the only person in the world, and Jason looked at you like you personally created every good thing on earth, and there was nothing Percy could do to get in between this love, not when you finally looked happy with yourself. Not when you were happier than he had ever seen you in the 10 years heâd known you.
Not when you were more in love with Jason than you had ever been with Percy.
a/n: i went a littleee crazy with this & ik it wasn't exactly what u req but i hope u'll like this idea too!
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Julian Lennon, age 17, right after finding out his dad was killed:

My momma-heart is so sad for him! I have teenage boys.
I just read Cynthia Lennonâs book âJohnâ, and i know itâs her side of things, but she was a good mom. She was practically a single parent throughout all of it.
John Lennon loved his kids but was not a great dad. And I think he couldâve learned to be better if given more time. Because right before he died he was starting to repair the relationship he had with Julian.
Julian did have some great uncles, especially uncle Paul â¤ď¸
But ultimately John should have done better.



The interesting thing I learned from Cynthiaâs book is that the best mother figure for Julian besides herself was Johnâs girl friend May Pang (during his so called âLost Weekendâ.)


He still keeps up with her .
She encouraged John to spend time with his son. After John married Yoko, there was a 3 year span when John did not see Julian once. Yoko didnât show kindness or warmth to Julian at all.
But May, she was kind to Julian and Cynthia. Cynthia liked her.
I think it took a village to raise Julian and he seems to be doing just fine now.
I still am fascinated by John Lennon and the Beatles but it was very interesting to read Cynthiaâs view of what happened. Maybe itâs because Iâm a protective mom and at home much of the time.
I just canât get over how the pictures of young Julian pull at my heart strings, and Iâm sad that John couldnât do better.
But Julian seems to have forgiven much of it.

Iâll end with this. John wrote this song for little Julian. Cynthia wished John had sung it himself instead of giving it to Ringo. But she would play it for him when he was sad:
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Joel Takes a Strap
Written for Married Joel sits on you 2024 by the amazing @beefrobeefcal !!!
Joel Miller x trans!reader
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Summary: Joel takes a strap.... send tweet.
Warnings: sex toys, praise, body worship
Immersivity: Reader is trans and able bodied. Reader has had top surgury.
A/N: promt via Beef, must include this line "Marriage had been good to Joel. His mental health and financial stability had improved, and he seemed over all a happier person. The only drawback seemed to be the effect it had on his waistline."
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It was a life few people really understood. Jackson was pretty open minded, considering there were bigger things to worry about than gay shit. Still, in 2003 someone being trans was pretty much the punchline to a joke if you knew what it was at all. So, when a transman came to Jackson, it wasn't exactly the warmest welcome.
Joel would like to think he'd have always been kind and welcoming. Maybe not the friendliest guy, but still. Joel didn't care what anyone chose to do to themselves, but he thought of Ellie. He thought of how she'd been treated at the tipsy bison that night, and Dina, Joels now-daughter in-law-... he wasn't able to be a safe person for her to come out to during that time but he wanted to be safety for someone else.
He had no idea you'd become his safe place as well.
Joel wished he could have been there for Ellie to come out the way she was ready to, but then things turned around. He'd repaired their relationship in a lot of ways, and now... now she was the one he came out to when he started seeing you. The ceremony had been small, little JJ as the ringbarrer.
Marriage had been good to Joel. His mental health and relation ship with Ellie improved and he seemed over all a happier person. The only drawback seemed to be the effect it had on his waistline.
This, however was not a drawback to you. When the world fell apart, if someone had an ounce of fat on their body, they were called obese, torn apart on the covers of grocery store magazines... but you saw Joel's weight gain as something beautiful. It meant he was safe. He was relaxed. He wasn't on the run. He was yours.
And you got a surprise for him.
You had made sure to clean it, and clean it good... but you had found a strap on while out, and were ready to use it on Joel. Joel was more inclined to top, but that didn't mean you didn't take control sometimes. He regularly takes several fingers up that cute-but-flat ass of his, and today you'd prepped him well, making sure to add lots of vasiline to the strap to ease him.
Now, Joel Miller had his legs spread across your lap as you sat on the edge of the couch, covering above your strap.
"You don't gotta do nothing you don't wanna." You reassure him.
Joel shakes his head, murmuring as he looks down. "It ain't that... I just don't wanna crush yuh, s'all."
You can't help smile at that. "You won't Joel. I love feeling you on me, l love the weight. You're fuck'n perfect."
And he smiles at that. Soft, but he smiles.
So you tease him. "Better take it now, I know Maria wants a turn for Tommy."
Joel visibly cringed at that, but laughed and the tension was gone from the room. Joel was happy, you were happy, and he had the support of his family. What everyone else thought didn't matter.
When Joel sinks down on you, feeling the weight of him push you into the couch cushions, you can't help but smile and feel his hands grip your shoulders.
"Good boy..." You praise the old man whose boyhood was far behind him. "Take my cock... just like that" If Joel was a boy, the strap is your cock. Who cares. In moments like these you can forget all the horrors of the outside world, forget reality.
"So fucking hot..." Breathy, Joel praises you back as he takes the whole strap up inside him. His hand goes to your chest, palm paying no mind to the surgery scares. "My handsome husband."
"Mmmmm... My handsome husband..."
Joel begins to move up and down, bouncing on you, his thick thighs working hard as he fucks himself. His cock slaps against your stomach. "Wanna make you cum too... how does... does that w-work?" You can see him bit his lip, pleasure filling his body.
You take his hard, leaking member in your hand, stroking him after you spit.
"Don't worry about that. We'll figure things out as we go, right now i just want you to focus on feeling good, Joel. Can you do that for me? Be my good boy and cum?"
Joel nods, a little curl falling on his forehead that is begining to sweat.
"yeah, I can do that... I can feel good... your cock feels good... I can feel good."
You love when he gets like this, lets go and lets his subby inner nature come out.
"I bet you can, Joel. I know it."
Thank you all so so much for reading!!!!
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