#WHO GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO HAVE ME WAKE UP TO THIS

[just-dreaming-marvel]

Abuse ~ Part 2

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Logan Howlett x Female!Reader

< Part 1

Word Count: 4,080ish

Summary: You start to heal from Josh's abuse. Logan is there every step of the way.

Warnings: abuse (mental, physical, emotional), rape, injuries, triggers, PTSD

Notes: Seriously, do not read if this will trigger you. You are in charge of what you consume.

As soon as you could, you retreated to your room at the mansion. Clearly, someone had slipped into your apartment and grabbed some objects and clothing. You had stayed in the room occasionally, but it was weird to think that it was now your home. Nothing was how you liked it, making you feel more out of place than you already did.

Thoughts began to creep into your mind. What if you just went back to the apartment? There was a sense of normalcy there despite the abuse. Besides, you were becoming a burden. You could easily see that. Everyone was eyeing you and walking eggshells around you. You hated it. Maybe if you just—

“Hey,” Logan’s voice was quiet as he leaned against the doorframe. Nevertheless, you still jumped and spun around, heart racing. “Sorry,” he pushed himself off the frame and stuffed his hands into his jeans pockets. “Didn’t mean to scare ya. Just checkin’ in.”

“I’m fine.” You cringed at how quickly and unbelievable that answer was.

Logan nodded, letting out a small grunt in acknowledgment of your answer. He stepped further into the room. You shakily took a step back, starting to feel cornered. Logan quickly took two steps back.

“Can I do anything?” He asked. You knew that he genuinely meant it; Logan would never ask if he didn’t.

“I think you’ve done enough.” 

It sounded meaner than it should have. You were grateful for Logan’s help, but you were hating yourself for being so weak that you had to call for it. Logan knew not to take your words personally. Jean and Charles had a long talk with him about how you might act throughout your healing process, including blaming yourself and others.

“Can you go?” You turned away, trying to hide the tears quickly escaping your eyes. “I… I want to be alone right now…”

“Okay… Let me know if you need somethin’.” 

Logan turned around, glancing back for another quick look at you before shutting the door behind him. He hated the idea of leaving you alone. He didn’t understand everything about what you were going through, but he understood how mean your own mind could be about yourself. He was constantly trying to prove his own destructive thoughts wrong. But Logan wouldn't let you go through that alone, not if he could do anything about it.

~~~

No one was shocked when you didn’t come down for dinner. Logan loaded up a plate of food and grabbed a drink before heading up to your room. Knocking on the door, he waited a moment for you to answer. When you didn’t answer, Logan used his senses to try to see if you were still in there. He could hear you breathing. It was steady, like you were asleep. He knew that you needed your rest, but you also needed to eat. No one knew when the last time you ate was. 

Slowly, Logan opened the door and slipped inside. He set the food and drink on your desk before coming around to the side of the bed you were facing. Logan knelt down as he studied you for a moment. He didn’t know that you could ever look so relaxed and peaceful. Since he met you, you have been in a relationship with Josh. He wondered who you were before that and if you would become that person again. 

“Y/N,” he whispered. “Wake up, sweetheart. You need to eat.”

“Hmm,” you groaned, slowly waking.

“There you go, darlin’. I brought the food to you.”

“Not hungry,” you grumbled, turning your head away from Logan. Your stomach growling gave you away.

Logan chuckled. “I don’t think that’s true.”

“Just go, Logan.”

“Not until you eat. Come on, sit up.”

“Fine.” 

You sat up as Logan grabbed the food. When Logan handed you the plate, you couldn’t help but stare at it and think of Josh. He would have commented on the portion sizes and that you needed to be careful not to gain much weight as it would embarrass him. Logan could see your mind freeze and figured it had to do with Josh.

“Eat,” he urged.

“I… I can’t,” you shook your head.

“You haven’t eaten all day.” You simply shrugged in response, looking down at your lap. “Y/N,” Logan tried to catch your gaze. “He is not in control of you anymore. Eat.”

“But—“

“Eat.”

With a scowl, you began to eat. Simply within the first bite, something inside you began to feel better. Logan watched you, making sure you at least got a few bites in your system.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled between bites. “I’m sorry that I’m being a burden. I—“

“Stop that,” Logan quickly interrupted. “You’re not a burden.”

“Yes, I am.”

“Said who? John?” You looked away. “That dipshit didn’t know what he was talking about.” 

Logan wanted to tug your head back to look at him but he knew he needed to be careful when it came to touching you. There were things that needed to happen on your terms, despite anyone else.

“Sweetheart,” he sighed, trying to get your attention, but it didn’t work.

“I’m done eating,” you told him quietly, still looking away. “Thanks for the food. You can go now.”

“Y/N—“

“Just go. Please.”

Logan picked up the plate as he stood up. “Get some rest. I’ll be checkin’ in later.”

“You don’t—“

“Not worth fightin’. It’s gonna happen. Let me know if you need anything before then.”

You were left alone, wishing that you could fully give in to Logan’s kindness. But a voice in the back of your head sounded too much like Josh, preventing you from allowing Logan to take care of you.

~~~

Logan wasn’t joking around when he told you he would check in on you. Like clockwork, he was checking on you every hour, even throughout the night. He wasn’t much of a sleeper anyway. 

You practically lived in your room for the next two days. Ororo and Jean visited a couple of times, but mostly, Logan kept checking on you. He would bring you water, snacks, and food. Most of the time, Logan was silent in his doings, letting your mind have its way. But when you refused to eat meals, Logan wasn’t allowing it. It was practically the same fight as the first night, every night. Even up until you would ask him to leave.

It was the early morning hours when you decided you wanted ice cream and finally left the confines of your bedroom. You silently hoped no one would catch you as you snuck into the kitchen. You were grateful when you got there without running into anyone. Opening the freezer, you were surprised to see multiple tubs of your favorite type of ice cream. On the closet tub, there was a sticky note. You grabbed the tub to get a closer look. You could easily recognize the handwriting as Logan’s. It wasn’t the neatest, but you could easily read the small note: One scoop at a time.

You let out a small huff and a smile. There was no way that Logan came up with that on his own. Rogue had to have helped him with it. But it warmed your heart anyway to see his note. Logan wasn’t one to let people see the softer side of him, you were clearly the exception right now. You took the tub, grabbed a spoon, and headed back up to your room. What you didn’t notice is that you were being watched. Logan was standing near another doorway to the kitchen, watching you carefully. He couldn’t help but smirk at your reaction to the note and was glad to see you venture out of the room. If that one note got that reaction from you, Logan was definitely going to leave more around.

In the morning, you decided you needed to get out of the mansion for a while. Throwing a light jacket on, you opened your door and paused when you noticed a water bottle and a protein bar on the floor with a sticky note over the two. You picked up the items to read the simple ‘eat’ that was written on the note. Slipping the note into your room, you kept the other items with you as you walked outside. 

The morning air was sharp but refreshing. It felt good to get out of your room and get some fresh air. Something about it helped ease the weight you felt over your mind and heart, though only slightly. You opened up the protein bar and took a bite out of it as you continued your stroll through the school gardens. Turning a corner, you noticed Logan standing near one of the fountains. His eyes were focused on you like he had been waiting for you. You paused your movements as he came over. You couldn’t help but note how warm his flannel looked over him and how deep his hands were stuffed into his pockets.

“Mornin’,” he greeted, stopping in front of you with enough space for you to make a move to leave.

“Morning,” you mumbled.

“Mind if I join you?”

You shook your head in response, and Logan quickly fell in line beside you before the two of you continued walking. As much as you felt guilty about Logan taking care of you, you were grateful that the silence that fell between the two of you wasn't overbearing. The two of you walked around aimlessly for most of the morning until you decided to hide away again. You thanked Logan quickly before disappearing into your room.

For the next week, you kept the same routine. The beginning of the day held your on-the-go breakfast and a walk through the gardens with Logan. The middle of the day was spent wallowing in your room. The end of the day was spent with Logan forcing you to eat dinner. He had even started to eat dinner with you as well.

One morning, you finally decided to speak more than a few words as the two of you walked through the garden.

“Why do you keep trying to take care of me?” You asked, keeping your eyes on the trail in front of you. “You don’t have to, you know. I can figure things out on my own.”

“I care about you,” he replied easily. It took a lot for Logan to admit that, but in talks with Charles, he realized that he may need to be more open with you to help you. “And helping you is something I want to do, not something I have to do.”

“I’m not worth all this trouble, Logan.”

“If I didn’t think you were worth it, I wouldn’t be here.”

“Logan—“

“No.” Logan moved to stand in front of you, stopping you in your tracks but still keeping a good distance to respect your space. “You’re not a burden. You… You, Y/N, are worth more to me than I could ever explain. I will not let you go through this alone and let that dick’s voice that's still in your head bring you down. Got it?” You looked away and gave a slight nod. “Good.” Logan was aching to touch you, for both your sakes. “Sweetheart, I need to know if it's okay that I come closer and touch you.”

You took a sharp inhale at his request. No one, especially Josh, had ever asked your permission for anything like that. You wanted Logan closer, but you didn’t know what kind of touch he was talking about. You simply nodded, wanting to see what Logan was going to do. Logan could see the hesitation in your eyes as he took a step closer.

“Let me know if you need me to back off,” he said softly, taking another step forward. 

You watched as Logan’s hand slowly reached forward and took your hand. His eyes remained locked on your face to make sure you were still okay with his movements. His thumb ran over your fingers as he carefully held your hand. Your heart picked up its pace, but only because you didn’t remember a time when a man’s touch was so gentle. 

“You good?” He needed to check.

“Mhm,” you hummed with a nod. “Could you… keep holding my hand as we walk?”

His lips lifted up ever so slightly. “Anything you need, darlin’.”

~~~

Slowly, you began to spend more and more time out of your room. But you were never found far from Logan’s side. He had surprisingly become your beacon of light and was constantly aware of your needs.

“Have you thought about starting to teach again?” Jean asked one night at dinner. “Your kids miss you, and it might do you some good.”

“Maybe next week,” you responded. You needed a little bit more time to dwell on it all.

“Hey! It’s Y/N!” Pyro exclaimed, coming into the room. His loudness made you flinch and immediately put Logan on high alert. Pyro plopped down beside you, too close for comfort. You leaned back into Logan as Pyro playfully hit your arm. “You really need to—“

As your heartbeat began to race, Logan took matters into his own hands. He quickly reached around you with one arm, careful not to touch you, and released his claws, pointing them at Pyro’s neck

“Back away, bub,” Logan growled.

“Woah!” Pyro leaned back, hands up in defense. “I was just—“

“Back up.” Logan pushed his claws closer to his neck. 

Pyro scrambled back, especially as he noticed tears stream down your cheeks. “I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to do anything.”

Logan’s claws slid into place as you leaned further into him. Logan’s harsh eyes quickly softened as he turned his attention on you. He still didn’t touch you, not wanting to push you further.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered, not caring who was watching the scene at the moment. “What do you need?”

“T—To—leave,” you stuttered, eyes squeezed close.

“Do you think you can walk?” 

“N—No…”

“You good with being carried?”

“Please.”

As swiftly and gently as possible, Logan hoisted you up in his arms and carried you to your room. You buried your head in his neck, allowing Logan to feel the tears escaping your eyes. Logan could hear your heartbeat start to slow, but the tears were still coming. Once he reached your room, he tried to set you down, but you clung to him.

“Hold me,” you whimpered.

Logan wasn’t about to tell you no. Hell, he would do anything you asked of him as long as it meant you were okay and happy. He sat on the bed and held you closely. He didn’t move his hands, wanting this to be whatever you were comfortable with. Logan held you until your tears passed.

“Logan,” you mumbled into his neck. “I’m sorry—“

“Not your fault, sweetheart. That stupid kid needs to be more aware of people's boundaries.”

“Thank you for being here for me.”

“Easiest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Easy?” You pushed back and focused on playing with the edge of your shirt. “Josh always said I was hard… difficult and needy.”

“That man was a liar, sweetheart. And not worth letting you waste any more time on him.”

“It’s hard… we were together for years… I… I loved him…”

“I know, but you deserve better, Y/N.”

“Maybe…”

“You’ll get there, and I’ll be there, whatever you need.”

~~~

It had been three weeks since Logan saved you from the apartment. and no one had heard from Josh. No one had mentioned it, but everyone was silently waiting for Josh to appear and wreak havoc. 

“Are you sure you’ll be alright? You can always wait to go after my meeting with the Professor,” Logan worried.

“I’ll be fine, Logan,” you told him. “Besides, I was going to make a visit to my class after the walk.” Logan clenched his jaw, not liking the idea of leaving you alone for long. “I’ll be okay. I’ll shout if I need anything. I’m sure you’ll hear me from Charles’ office.”

“Fine. Shout if you need anything. I’m serious.”

“I know.”

You shot him a brief smile before turning around and heading to the gardens. You weren’t there long before a voice had you going cold in your tracks.

“Hello, Y/N,” Josh’s voice slurred from behind you. 

Within moments, you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest. You couldn’t get yourself to turn around, squeezing your eyes shut. You weren’t surprised to hear Josh walk around and stand in front of you. Your lungs clenched as air refused to circulate through you. Josh’s hands harshly grabbed your upper arms and shook you.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, bitch!” He exclaimed. Your eyes involuntarily snapped open. “I’m taking you home. Now.” He started dragging you.

“No,” you rasped. “No!” You began to put up a struggle, only making Josh’s hold on you grow harder. “Let go! Let go of me!”

“You’re forgetting your place, Y/N. When we get home—“

Josh was suddenly yanked away from you. The loss of his grasp had you falling to the ground. Looking up, you saw Logan holding onto Josh’s collar with one hand and hand his other aiming his claws under Josh’s chin.

“I’m only going to say this once, bub,” Logan growled, more anger in his tone than you had ever heard. “Fuck off. If I ever catch you near Y/N again, these claws will be the last thing you feel.” 

Logan shoved Josh away and moved to stand protectively in front of you, still glaring at Josh. Both sets of claws were out, Logan’s arms ready to attack at a moment's notice. Josh glanced at you briefly before Logan took an intimidating step forward. Then Josh ran off. Logan didn’t turn around until he saw Josh go through the gate. Once he was sure Josh was gone, he spun around and knelt in front of you.

Before any words could get out of his mouth, you had launched yourself at Logan, clinging to him like your life depended on it. Logan wrapped his arms around you loosely, not wanting to push you too far.

“Please,” you cried. “Hold me.”

Logan’s arms instantly closed around you tighter. “I’ve got you, sweetheart… you’re safe. I won’t let him hurt you ever again.”

~~~

The encounter with Josh left you shaken and basically back at square one. Logan wasn’t happy to find out that Josh’s grip on your arms had caused matching bruises. But he wasn’t going to let you see that. Instead, he helped you find a long-sleeve shirt to wear.

Months went by and slowly you began to heal parts of yourself again. Logan was there every step of the way, like he had promised. You eventually returned to teaching and other regular routines in the mansion. And you kept the new ones, like the morning walks with Logan. 

It didn’t surprise you as you began to realize that you were forming feelings for Logan. You had talked to a therapist about it, worried that it was a trauma response, but they had walked you through things, and you were sure your feelings were real. You didn’t want to rush into anything. It helped that it was clear that Logan would take things at your speed. However, it was hard to keep it slow when he started complimenting you so often, and there was no doubt in his eyes that he didn’t mean his words.

“Hey, beautiful,” Logan greeted as he met you in the garden.

“Hey,” you responded, easily slipping your hand into his. 

The two of you began walking around the gardens, completing the same path you did every morning. 

“I’ve been thinking,” you began.

“Yeah, sweetheart?” Logan said, proving that he was listening to you.

“Would you… ummm… would you accompany me to Charles’ birthday party tomorrow night?”

Logan couldn’t help but smile at you with great pride. “I’d love to, darlin’.”

~~~

Logan met you at your bedroom door the night of the party and silently offered you his arm. He smirked when your arm laced through his. He led you down to the party, and you began mingling with the mostly familiar guests. You were grateful for Logan’s arm as all these people around you were making you anxious, but he was your anchor. Eventually, the two found yourselves against the wall, enjoying some drinks.

Lost in conversation with each other, you weren’t prepared for someone to bump into you, causing you to spill your drink all over Logan. A sudden wave of desperation and guilt washed over you.

“Oh my gosh!” You exclaimed, already started to tear up and tremble. Your hands came up to hover over Logan’s ruined clothes. “I’m so sorry! I’m so sorry! Gosh, I’m so stupid! I should have—“

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey,” he stepped closer to you, trying to get your eyes to focus on his eyes. “Look at me, sweetheart.” Your eyes frantically snapped to his. “I’m going to grab your wrists and lead you upstairs, okay?”

“Okay,” you squeaked. 

Logan did as he warned and loosely took your wrists in his hands and began guiding you upstairs. You fully broke down as soon as you were in the privacy of your own room. You pulled yourself from Logan’s grip and stumbled back.

“I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry,” you rushed. “I know that you’re mad and that I—“

“No one’s mad, sweetheart,” Logan told you calmly. “It was all an accident. You’re okay.”

“But I ruined your shirt.”

“This can be washed. It’s okay.”

“It’s… okay?”

Logan’s heart was breaking for you. You may never get Josh’s influence out of you for good, but Logan would try to show you how Josh should have treated you.

“It’s fine, Y/N,” he confirmed. “It’s just a shirt.”

“I’m sorry,” you continued to cry. “I thought that I was doing better.”

“You are, sweetheart. You are doing amazing.”

“Then why did this trigger me?”

“Sometimes it happens, and that’s okay.” He held his arms out. “May I?” You stepped into his arms, letting him envelop you. “You’re doing amazing… healing is a slow process. Things are going to trigger you, and that’s okay. We’ll work through it.”

“Thank you for sticking this out with me.”

“Always.”

~~~

A few weeks later, the others began teasing how much like a couple you and Logan were. Neither of you talked about it with the other, and you both defended it with the others, though neither of you minded the idea of being a couple.

The two of you were standing alone on the balcony one night, enjoying the stars, when your focus shifted to Logan.

“Logan?” You quietly called.

“Hmm?” He hummed, glancing your way.

“Can you kiss me?”

Logan fully turned to face you now. “Are you sure, Y/N?”

“Yes.”

Logan stepped closer. “Where,” he paused to swallow, “where do you want my hands?”

You shrugged. “I’m okay with wherever… I trust you.”

Slowly, Logan’s hands came up to cup your cheeks. The two of you leaned in and hesitantly touched lips. The kiss was slow but caused your heart to race and feel like you were on fire in the best of ways. It wasn’t a long kiss, Logan wanting to pull back before you got overwhelmed.

“Thank you,” you whispered.

Logan chuckled, keeping a gentle hold of your face. “You don’t gotta thank me for everything, sweetheart. I’m just trying to treat you right.”

“All the more reason to thank you.”

He gave you another brief kiss. “I don’t want to rush you, but I have a question.”

“Yeah?”

“Can I be your boyfriend?”

You could have melted right there. For a rough guy to everyone else, Logan was truly the sweetest to you. “I’d like that… I’d like that a lot.”

“You’re being honest? Not just saying that because I asked?”

“It’s the truth.”

“Good. I’m gonna kiss you again.” As Logan leaned in, you pulled back.

“You don’t need to warn me before you touch me… I can handle it.”

“Sweetheart, I’m doing it out of love, and I will continue to do it to show that you always have control over the situation.”

“How are you this… good?”

Logan chuckled. “Only for you, baby, only for you.”

[justlostinlove]

౨ৎ the sleepiest quest | percy jackson .ᐟ

pairing﹔bf!percy jackson x female!child of hypnos!reader sypnosis﹔requested here. warnings﹔fluff. use of y/n. she/her pronouns. probably not well proofread. purpose use of lowercase. lmk if i missed anything! word count﹔600+ // 5mins average reading time note﹔trying to get out of my writers block.... here's my first actual fic for this acc. lots of love xoxo muah

01 masterlist | 02 rules | 03 who i write for

percy impatiently paced in front of the hypnos cabin, tapping his fingers against the cap of his pen. the sun was barely rising and the air was still moist. he was supposed to meet his girlfriend to go on a quest — just a small and simple one, really. retrieve some magical artefact from a nearby forest, a quick in-and-out job. easy, right?

the only problem was that his girlfriend was nowhere to be found.

percy sighed and stood still, glancing over at the cabin where she was supposed to be. y/n was the daughter of hypnos, after all, so it wasn’t unusual for her to be… well, sleepy.

a few minutes later, the door of the cabin creaked open, and out came y/n. she looked exactly how percy had expected — her hair a tangled mess, her eyes half-lidded, and a big yawn escaping her lips. percy couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

“ready to go?” he asked, helping her fix her hair with the hair tie he had around his wrist.

y/n blinked slowly. “uh… what time is it?”

“early. we’ve got a mission to accomplish.” percy urged.

she let out a sleepy groan. “percy, i swear if you make me run a mile—”

“baby,” he interrupted, a teasing grin on his face. “it’s a simple mission. we’re literally just retrieving an artefact. nothing more, okay?”

her eyelids drooped again. “mmm… artefact. yeah, sounds good. let me just…” she trailed off mid-sentence and rested her head on her boyfriend’s chest. percy sighed, but honestly, he was used to this by now. his girlfriend was always sleepy, even after hours of rest. it was part of her charm, though it did make some quests quite.. interesting.

percy tapped her nose. “c’mon, we’re supposed to be saving the world, remember?”

"can’t save the world without a nap first," y/n’s eyes fluttered open, and she gave him a half-hearted yet sleepy smile. "and we're searching for an artefact, it's not the end of the world."

percy sighed, pecking her forehead. "you can’t sleep right now. we have an artefact to find, and we’re on a time crunch."

y/n parted her lips and let out a yawn so loud it almost made percy feel sleepy. "percy, i love you, but i really need a nap. you go ahead… i’ll catch up." she rubbed her eyes, as if she were preparing for the cosiest sleep of her life.

he gave her a pleading look, but y/n’s eyes were already drooping again. percy threw his hands up in a feigned frustration. “you’re impossible.”

but, despite his exasperation, he couldn’t help but smile. y/n was… well, y/n. daughter of hypnos. the sleepiest girl he knows. the love of his life. she couldn’t go on a quest without at least one nap along the way.

percy let his girlfriend lay against him and looked at the sky, the sun slowly rising. maybe he’d give her five more minutes — ten tops — before he dragged her on the quest whether she liked it or not. maybe he’d even let her nap while they travelled, though he’d probably end up carrying her the whole way.

"alright," he muttered under his breath, "i'll save the world while you take your nap, sleepy girl."

an almost incoherent murmur came from y/n’s lips, "mmm… you’re my hero, percy."

percy smiled, shaking his head. "yeah, yeah, just wake up before i fight a monster without you."

but for now, it seemed like the only monster he was battling this time was his girlfriend’s irresistible need to sleep. so much for saving the world.

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[lightseoul]

a/n. it's been ages since i wrote for akaashi, which is a crime because he's the literal loml. i should write for him more. anyway, here's another subtle act of love drabble <3 (0.7k)

warnings. a brief mention of akaashi's timeskip job.

your shoulders are heavy when you lift up your arm to insert your copy of the house key into the keyhole, both from the literal weight of your work bag and the heaviness of a long day. you did not expect to work overtime today, especially since it's a friday—the nights of which being one of the few times you have all to yourself and your husband—since he started on that new, up-and-coming project at his manga company.

you fight the urge to cry in frustration when the lock refuses to budge, mind drifting to how you really ought to do something about it. but with another try, it finally gives, and you ungracefully push through the door as quietly as you can, mindful of not waking your other half who's most likely asleep by now.

what you expected to greet you at 9:47 PM tonight was the dim lighting of your foyer juxtaposing the darkness of the rest of the house. akaashi was always the one who turned that specific light on, having integrated it into his night-time routine while yours mainly consisted of your beauty regimens.

however, as you quickly scan the room, it registers that that's very much not the case, what with most of the lights being on, and you're about to conclude that maybe he was just too tired and knocked out preemptively, when something stirs on top of your couch, and up rises and emerges a half-asleep akaashi.

he tosses you a tired smile, adjusting his black-framed glasses. "welcome home, love."

"wha—" you start, dropping the gazillion things you brought to work on the slim table by the shoe rack. "why're you awa—i mean, i-i'm home, keiji."

his smile only deepens as you frown at him in confusion. "what're you doing up, dummy?"

"wanted to wait for you," he says so simply, like it's a no-brainer, before giving you a once-over. "you look beautiful, sunshine."

at that, you snort, but you feel yourself flame at the compliment nevertheless. "thanks, but i saw myself in the mirror before leaving work."

you pause, padding towards your husband, rounding the couch before plopping next to his right. you take in your akaashi keiji, in all his sleepy glory, already in his matching set of red plaid pajamas, exposing his enthusiasm for the holidays. the man, who used to shrink under your gaze in shyness, now only bolsters in confidence as you drink him in, the smile from earlier still playing at his lips.

you try to ignore the butterflies that spring in your gut at the sight of him, proceeding to further prove your point. "my hair's a mess and i'm pretty sure my mascara gave me a tiny black eye crust that i keep on forgetting to remove."

"yeah?" he retorts without missing a beat. reaching out, he takes your hand in his, placing it by his thigh. "doesn't seem that way to me, though."

you look down at your intertwined hands, his over yours, caressing the flesh. "love has made you blind, then."

"i disagree," akaashi quips as quickly as ever, unfazed. "love has made me sharper, even sharp enough to stay awake so that i can greet you home."

at the reminder of his latest stint, you frown. "you didn't have to wait up for me, keiji. you need the rest."

the man merely shrugs, not stopping his ministrations on your hand. "i can sleep in tomorrow. just wanted to see you, is all."

neither of you says anything for a moment, opting to bask in the comfortable quiet and each other's presence instead of filling the air.

"thank you," you eventually say after a few minutes, locking eyes with your husband. "for this. i really wanted to see you, too."

akaashi merely beams at you. "it's my pleasure, love."

and he doesn't expound, but it really is. you don't know it yet, but akaashi's been meaning to tell you this one embarrassing thing.

that getting to tell you 'welcome home' at the end of the day makes him so incredibly happy that he's willing to lose sleep over it time and time again.

because what truly is better than being the husband you come home to?

˖⁺‧₊ as always, reblogs, replies, and tags are appreciated <3 have a nice day!

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

omg that last slash fic you just wrote..i definitely need a part two where he just goes hard when they finally get to be alone at home or something. to the og person who requested..you a real one. ✨ ( idk if your request open or not, i didn't pay attention jejsjd )

A/n: ik this was from so long ago and I actually forget what fic you were referring to so I hope I got it right but I remember people asking for a part 2 anyway 😋

I’m not sorry for adding angst at the end of all my fics recently either

Warnings: slight angst at the end, smut, age gap, squirting, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Part 1

Slash finished cleaning up the mess you’d made and got himself a glass of water before heading up to bed. He peered into the guest room where you were supposed to be only to find the room abandoned and the door to his room just down the hall slightly ajar.

A smirk tugged at his lips but when he walked in you were already sleeping, one of his pillows tucked between your legs. He didn’t want to wake you so he just crawled into bed behind you, taking the pillow from your legs and pulling you to his side, letting you use his chest as a pillow.

The next morning you woke up back in your bed in the guestroom, Slash's shirt clutched in your hands and held to your chest. You took your time waking up before heading downstairs where London was making breakfast, Slash was helping him the best he could but he didn't know how to cook so he was mostly cleaning the used dishes.

Slash gave you a ride home, his hand on your thigh the whole way and he parked farther away so he could give you a kiss goodbye, promising to see you again, sending sparks through you.

Duff and Susanne could tell you were happier than usual and assumed it had something to do with London. You assured them it wasn't but they still reminded you he had someone already.

You didn't want to tell them it was Slash making you smile, you didn't know how they'd react, you didn't want to ruin this arrangement or their friendships.

You'd be seeing Slash again, he came over to be with Duff, Duff brought you with him to Slash's house because he'd been told a lie that London was there, you'd go into Slash's room and have your fun with his stuff, taking pictures and sending them to him while he spoke with Duff and whoever else was there.

All this time, and you never got to be alone, and Slash did that on purpose. He knew it would be hard to be alone, but he also knew it would drive you insane to not to get touched by him for so long, not after what he did to you. You couldn't make yourself feel like that, no, you needed him.

Finally, he came up with an idea. Technically he thought of it after your first night over, but he finally told you about it.

London would be on tour, Cash was with friends, it would just be Slash alone at home. The perfect chance for the both of you.

"I didn't see London's car in the driveway?" Duff said, looking over his shoulder as Slash welcomed the both of you in.

"Yeah, he's just out getting something, said he'd be back soon." Slash explained, closing the door behind the both of you. He turned to you as you kicked your shoes off. "Why don't you go wait for him?" You paused a moment, more waiting? He was gonna make you go upstairs and wait for him while he sat down here talking?

You couldn't say anything, not in front of Duff. You just nodded with a smile and went upstairs, heading straight for Slash's room to sit on his bed and scroll on your phone until he came to join you.

They had to talk for hours, you didn't care to know what about, all you could think about was how you were going to pay him back when he came up.

Slash waved goodbye to his old friend and closed the door, breathing out a heavy sigh knowing what was about to happen. He made his way up to his room and found you on your phone, you didn't even look up at him as he entered.

"Sweetheart, are you ready?" No response. You were done waiting for him to give you attention, it wasn't good for you, now it was his turn to beg for you. "Come on, don't be like that." He said, making his way onto the bed. He found a spot between your legs and started undoing your jeans.

You wanted to kick him away, make him really beg, but this felt better. He tugged your pants down, you barely lifted your hips to help him. He huffed. "I'm here now, we have all week together, just us." He said, placing a few kisses on your thighs. "Wanna see you make another mess, sweetheart." He was getting nothing from you, you were just staring blankly at your phone.

There was nothing more interesting than Slash looking up at you with those plush lips pursed in a little fake pout, brows knit together to fit the rest of his expression.

Unfortunately, or fortunately, Slash was strong, very strong. You often found ways to cuddle up to his arms, thick logs under your head, making his limbs fall asleep was your way of getting back at him after all he'd put you through. Once you were asleep he refused to move, only making the exception to get you into the guestroom, so if your head was on his arm it was there to stay until the blood flow stopped.

Tonight he was actually using the muscle he had for more than just impressing you, though what he did accomplished that as well.

He wasn't going to waste time getting your jeans down your legs, they were tight and clung to your curves. He hooked his hands on the flaps of your fly and pulled, letting them rip right down the hem, causing you to yelp.

He just chuckled at your reaction. "Knew you couldn't ignore me forever." He said with a grin, your jeans now turned into chaps.

"Those were expensive!" You exclaimed, he just rolled his eyes at you.

"I'll get you new ones." He said, snapping the strings to your pink panties. He spoke up again before you could. "I'll get you more of those, too. Lots more." He started littering kisses over your abdomen, slowly moving down.

You set your phone down when he licked through your already wet folds, seeing him rip through fabric so effortlessly was definitely a turn on.

"Not so distracted now, are you?" He mumbled against you, tongue flicking your clit. You gasped and shook your head, eagerly reaching for him and gripping his hair tightly, pulling him closer.

He chuckled lowly against you, tongue swirling around your sensitive bean, thick finger pushing into you and prodding that spot he knew you loved so much. You bit your lip to silence yourself, every time you did Slash gave you a quick slap on your ass, correcting your behaviour. The house was empty, you didn’t have to be quiet.

It still took some getting used to but soon your moans were bouncing off the walls, two fingers in and then he added a third. He wasn’t moving fast, you knew he would but for now he was going slow, taking his time in prepping you, loving you.

Your back arched off the bed, tugging on his hair as you rode out your high on his face, calling out his name as you came.

He pulled away and moved to lay beside you, letting you get a break. He had all week to fuck you, he prioritized you being comfortable over his own needs.

You caught your breath and moved on top of him, a shiver running down your spine when you felt how big he was, rock hard under you and straining against his jeans. “We should do more.” You said, a grin on your face.

He chuckled and nodded in agreement. “We’ll do more.” His hands went to your hips, guiding you to rock your hips, grinding down on him.

“No, I mean, like…” You chewed your cheek as you thought of a way to say it, your mind still a jumbled mess. You lowered yourself on him till your mouth was right by his ear. “We have the whole house to ourselves.”

He let your words run through his head for a minute. “What exactly are you suggesting, sweetheart?” You smiled widely and moved off the bed, pulling off what was left of your jeans, panties already tossed aside, and you decided to throw your shirt and bra with them, all while Slash stared in awe, a smile spreading over his face.

“We can be anywhere, Slash.” You said, leaning your hands on the bed, letting him eye you shamelessly.

“Anywhere… who?” He asked, eyes flickering to meet yours briefly.

“Anywhere, daddy.” You repeated, wiggling your hips. He inhaled deeply and nodded, getting out of bed and following you through the halls, pulling his clothes off as he went until he was bending you over the kitchen table, hands gripping your hips and holding you in place for him to ram into you, low groans slipping from his lips.

“This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it? Wanted daddy’s dick so fucking bad, didn’t you?” He asked, not stopping or even slowing his pace as he waited for you to respond.

“Yes! Yes, daddy, s’all I wanted, just wanted you!” Your body bounced up the table, the cloth covering it saving your body from sticking. You swore the table was moving with how hard he was fucking you, scooting a little further with every harsh thrust from him.

His arm snaked around you, lifting you from the table and holding you to his chest, sucking and nipping at your neck, he was just as starved for your touch as you were for his, he was just better at hiding it. He was fucking you like he was in heat, grunting and panting in your ear while your moans and whines echoed off the walls, every wall.

This was the freedom you’d been craving, to love him in the open even if that was his house, it was big enough to count. Whether or not you’d ever be able to tell the world about your relationship was always at the back of your mind, but not right now, not when you were so close, not when his fingers were on your clit and his tip was hitting your sweet spot.

Your knees buckled under you, Slash was beginning to stumble, hold on you tightening as his breaths got heavier. “Fuck, doing so good for me, sweetheart, taking me so fucking good.” He mumbled, grabbing your tit in his hand, his favourite part of you always was your chest. “C’mon, be a good girl and cum for me, make a mess for daddy.” You could already feel yourself coming undone at his touch, his words only pushing you further.

You had to pull away from him and grab the table as you came, gushing on the hardwood floors and crying out for him.

He took a step closer behind you, finishing himself off and spreading his cum on your ass.

Your high lasted longer than his and he watched in amazement, loving every second of it as he took a seat, bringing his hand to your hip and pulling you into his lap as you came down from it. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me, sweetheart.” You melted into him, body weak and twitching.

“I-I think I might go first.” You joked, laughing breathlessly.

He shook his head. “You’re young, not some sixty year old with permanent defibrillator.”

You looked up at him, kissing his scruffy cheek. “Is that why you like me?” You asked, kissing him again and again, wanting his lips on yours. “I’m young and pretty, you think you’re gonna die?”

He snorted. “I don’t think I’m dying soon, just… sooner than you.” He saw where you were going and met your lips with his own. You didn’t let him pull away so fast, aching for more and more still.

“You didn’t answer my question.” You said between kisses.

He let out a heavy sigh. “No. I don’t just like you because you’re hot and I want some trophy wife.” You wanted to brush past ‘wife’ but it made you smile, cheeks heating up and he saw it, smiling back at you. “I love you because I love how you are, your personality and your interests, how you treat people… does that answer your question?”

You thought for a moment before nodding, shifting to be more comfortable in his lap. “I love you, Saul.” He kissed you again and lifted you up.

“Go to sleep, love, you’ll need it.”

[brokenpieces-72]

Hear me out. I can just tell that Johnny would be a great father given how he treated Spirit before he became the older brother.

Now here's where I'm going with this. Johnny finds baby kitsune in the rubble, the aftermath of a battle. And adopts the kitsune, because he could leave the poor little fox at an orphanage.

Thank you and have a great day.

Note: This takes place in the later future so by this point Spirit is older and a proper sergeant. Sadly Horangi and Konig aren't on the same base anymore, but still keep in touch.

Kit

TW: parental death, abusive parents, mentions of child abuse and endangerment

Johnny sniffed the site thoroughly swearing there was something in the rubble. Spirit was searching herself, keeping her ears alert to the faintest of noises. Both of their ears perked hearing the sound of crying. They rushed to the sound, Johnny finding the spot with his nose. Spirit shifted immediately, getting rid of the rubble efficiently. Johnny howled to alert the search and rescue teams. As soon as Spirit saw signs of limbs under support beams her heart sank. Her ears could only detect one heart beat. The wendigo lifted the beams, revealing a sad sight.

Two parents were curled and covering their little one who was crying and trembling. Johnny and Spirit stared, wide eyed. The team extracted the parents, but they had to move quick. The rubble was starting to crumble above Spirit. Johnny shifted to his half form, picking up the little one and getting out of the way. Spirit dropped the rubble while the team tended to the parents. It wasn’t looking good as Johnny returned to human form staring off. The one thing he hated about the job was knowing how many families ended up damaged if not broken. Spirit returned to human form, taking initiative to try and revive the parents.

You clung to Johnny, still sobbing, and gripping the shredded remains of his clothes. Johnny stared with little hope as Spirit did a quick assessment of the parents. Nothing was starting their hearts. He watched from a short distance holding you to his breast as Spirit looked between the parents, checking their pulses. Johnny knew the look Spirit gave him when she looked up. Johnny held you as still as possible while she came over to give you a quick check up.

Both spirit and Johnny hadn’t had much a chance to look over you. They’d met fox hybrids before but you special. Thankfully you were also okay but they had plenty of questions. One of your parents was a fox hybrid but not you. You had fox ears and a fox tail. You had nine tails in fact.

As Spirit put her stethoscope to your chest she tried to hush you. It wouldn’t be easy especially since you’d just had maybe the most traumatizing experience some your age could have. Johnny tried to hush you as well.

“Put them closer to your heart.” Spirit urged. Johnny snapped back to reality hearing his sister say that.

“What?” Johnny said. Spirit didn’t bother explaining, instead, helped Johnny carefully adjust his arms and you, so your little fox ears could detect his heart beat. Your soft ears flicked, tickling his chest, as they picked up on Johnny’s steady beat. It didn’t take much for your body to relax as your sobs subsided. There were still some tears but you settled better.

“The parents?” Johnny asked softly. Spirit shook her head.

“Sorry sir. ‘Fraid they didna make it.” Spirit reported.

“Right, have em taken back to base. We need to contact next of kin for this wee one.”

“Like me to take em?” Spirit offered. Johnny tried to give you to his younger sister but you tried to take the remains of his shirt with you.

“I think someone’s attached.” Johnny said.

You were shown your parents. You tried to wake them up, with Johnny taking you to them. You refused to let go of him since arriving to the base until you saw your parents. You whimpered, wanting them to wake up, with Spirit and Johnny nearby. Johnny never thought something like this could break him, especially when your wet eyes landed on his.

“Up?” You asked. Johnny hated this part, but what made it worse is you couldn’t more than a year old. Johnny shook his head, sadly.

“You can say good bye still.” Spirit said, trying to offer some comfort. You looked at them, got down to hug each of them. Johnny put a hand on his sister’s shoulder, seeing her struggle with the scene as well. You gave them both a bye-bye, sniffling, tears running down your face.

You went back to Johnny, putting your hands up for uppies. At this point Johnny wasn’t going to let you face something like this alone, even with Spirit taking charge. He picked you up and took you to Spirit’s office where she tried to get more information about your family. It would take time but next of kin would be found one way or another.

When you’re put down to rest, you don’t rest. Instead you find Johnny at a table playing poker. Johnny picks up your scent and turns to see you out of bed with the other’s taking notice. You get a little scared and hide behind the doorway, you little ears twitching.

“You’re supposed to be in bed.” Johnny said.

“This the one you found in the rubble?” You heard a gravelly voice say. There’s some quiet encouragement for a mask to be removed as Johnny gets up from the table, and takes you back to your room, laying you down. There’s still a sad expression.

“Try to sleep okay?” He said. It couldn’t be easy for someone so young. Johnny got up to leave but not before making sure your eyes were closed. That doesn’t stop you though as you make your way back to the rec room, with Spirit just joining the game herself.

“Uh Johnny, ya have a shadow.” She pointed out. Johnny looked back and is impressed you got out again. Once again he took you to your room and made sure you closed your eyes. This time he waited a bit but he also had a good hand to get back to so he didn’t wait for long. Nor did you, following him back to the table. Spirit noticed you just as Johnny was apologizing for needing to leave. She can’t help but smile at your determination, and started to laugh a little when Johnny noticed you again.

“Really?” Johnny asked you, while your tails just swayed behind you.

“Johnny they’re not going to sleep any time soon.” Spirit told him, getting up this time. You let her pick you up and she sat next to Johnny who played his hand. How Gaz got a royal flush again was bs as he groaned. You reached for Johnny in Spirit’s arms. She tried to keep you in her lap but you wanted Johnny.

“Johnny I’m sorry do you mind?” Spirit asked. Of course he didn’t. You sat in his lap very nicely and smiled down at you, with you looking up.

“Hello little bugger.” He said, making you giggle. God those ears were so cute! The cards were dealt again and Johnny checked his hand. Not great. You looked at the cards yourself. A ten, a queen, an eight and a five. Be lucky to get a pair. Getting rid of the queen and five might get him somewhere but the odds weren’t great. You pointed to his cards and Johnny moved them closer. “What should I get rid of?”

You actually pointed to the cards which caught him off guard. Okay the five and the eight then. Not a lot riding on it anyways. He laid down the cards and got dealt new one. Holy shit… no fucking way.

“In or out sunshine?” The dragon said.

“I’m in.” He said. When it was time to reveal he had a king, Jack, Queen and a ten. Next round he let you choose again, and you got him another good hand. How did that happen? After the third one she shook his head. He also got called out on it, with them thinking he was cheating. Instead he focused on you, noticing you start to nod off. He put your head to his heart again and the steady rhythm lulled you to sleep.

“Looking like a proper father.” Gaz commented seeing his fellow sergeant holding you.

“Don’t joke about that.” Johnny told him.

“No I see it to.” Spirit added. “They haven’t let go of you since coming here.”

“Yeah… it’s gonna hurt when their family comes to get them.” Johnny said. By the end of the night he carried you to your bed and laid you down, fast asleep. You were so small. So precious. Simon came up behind him looking over Johnny’s soldier.

“Cute eh?” Johnny said.

“Hm.” Simon said.

It’s maybe a week or so yet that you spend time with Johnny. Everywhere he goes you’re nearby. Spirit is close by as well if only to keep you from getting into mischief.

Johnny gives you uppies and you show him your drawings, and the things you find. It could be a cool rock or a feather or even a stick. Soap is there to sit and hear you talk about whatever you have to say about it. Honestly he just wants you to feel comfortable and safe. He can’t help but take a liking to you.

At one point while he was sitting down at a briefing you found yourself wandering inside. Johnny was next to Alejandro, both of their tails swaying at rest. You were mesmerized by the patterns on Alejandro’s and you knew how fluffy Johnny’s was. You reached up and grabbed the nagual tail, which made him jump mid explaination from Price.

“Que?!” Alejandro shouted before turning to see who the culprit was. You looked up at him with bright eyes and Johnny followed suit.

“How the hell did ya get in here?” Johnny asked, kind of impressed. No one heard you come in. You were a little startled by Alejandro and hurried over to clutch at Johnny’s tail. Johnny picked you up sighing.

“Ya can’t be sneaking up on people like that.” Johnny told you. You tried to ignore him, but he made sure you listened. “Aye, look at me. Look at me. You can’t be doing that. Don’t go grabbing tails that aren’t yours unless we say so? Got that?”

You nodded, learning your lesson. Price folded his arms, still impressed with what he was seeing. Not just the very sneaky one year old but Soap acting like a father. Johnny took notice of his captain’s attention.

“Sorry Sir.” He said you were sat in his lap. Price just continued to stare debating whether to keep going or have you taken out of the room. Just in case Johnny covered your ears so you couldn’t hear any secrets. Price just shrugged and rolled his eyes continuing with the briefing.

After that Alejandro did let you play with his tail but you always, always had to ask first. Spirit also made sure to take over the guardianship when Johnny needed to be in a meeting which you complied with. You understood that sometimes Johnny was busy or needed some time for himself. When Johnny did arrive to come see you, you would stop whatever you were doing and run straight to his leg, hugging him. Spirit couldn’t help but smile, seeing her brother act so much like a father.

Johnny introduced you to Simon. You hid at first, the mask and his aura making him very scary. Since you were young, Simon sat down on the floor and took the mask off for you. Your head tilted seeing all of the scars. You got up from Johnny’s lap and stepped over to him reaching for his face. He lowered his head to let you touch him. Your little finger traced the lines freely.

Your tails swayed as you smiled at him. Your arms went around his neck and he looked at Johnny who was trying not to die from adorable you were. Simon had a feeling he knew where this was going. He didn’t hate the idea, but he knew what it could mean. Not a bad thing. Not one bit.

Then you looked back at Johnny and pointed to him, looking at Simon expectantly. “Who’s that?”

“Soup.” You said. Johnny snickered at your attempt at his call sign but thought it was adorable. Simon then asked you what his name was. “Gust.”

Gaz stepped in to retrieve Ghost and Soap and you pointed at him and said, “Gas.”

“Nice try Kit.” Gaz told you. “Soup and gust, Bunny needs to talk to you.”

“I have good news and mostly bad news.” Spirit reported. Gaz was left with you to play with and Rudy was letting the cadejos out. The white one actually let you ride on its back.

“Why do I hate this already.” Simon sighed.

“Good news is, we’ve located Kit’s next of kin.” Spirit explained. There were strings attached and Johnny just let her continue. “Except they’re barred from adopting them.”

“Barred?” Johnny asked.

“I did a little research and Kitsunes hybrids are known for good fortune if not be associated with it. Their next of kin used to have some gambling issues, and are working on getting things set up to get custody over Kit.”

“Okay but that’s a good thing.” Johnny pointed out.

“Except it means that Kit either won’t have anyone to go to if they fail, and will be sent to an orphanage. Problem is sometimes fox hybrids are mistreated, and I can only imagine what would happen to a kitsune.” Spirit continued.

“What about the program?” Simon asked.

“Those programs aren’t exactly ideal, I know first hand.” Spirit reminded him. “To top it off, they’re meant for young adults and teenagers they can’t and won’t take a kid as young as Kit.”

“What does that leave us with?” Johnny asked.

“Not a lot.” Spirit sighed. It wasn’t the first time she’d had to make hard decisions like this but it was proving to be one of the hardest. “How are they coping?”

“Well enough.” Johnny assured her. With not much else to say Simon gave Spirit and Soap some time together. They didn’t get to see each other as much since she joined search and rescue. Johnny could tell his sister was upset as well. He pulled up a chair next to hers while she got to work on more research, looking for somewhere you could be placed safely.

“Aye pup… you’re doing your best.” Johnny told her.

“They’re just so young though. Lost their parents and now they’re on a base having to learn and grow so much faster.” Spirit said, getting choked up. Johnny hugged his sister, knowing how she felt.

You were learning more phrases and words as you continued to spend time with the other members of the task force. Some names you could pronounce no problem like Rudy and bunny. Others were easy enough for the others to understand like Soup, Gust, and Gas. Johnny’s favourite is when you see Price because you try so hard. You either say “day-gone” or just go “RAWR” while trying to impersonate a dragon. Price also finds it precious cause you’ll try to scare him with it.

During a full moon Simon took you out to see Johnny shift completely. He had a bit more control by now so the wolf approached you. Simon helped you get comfortable with Johnny, letting you pet him. You shied away a few times but gave a big smile. Johnny's wolf laid down for you and Simon let you approach on your own. He licked your face making you giggle. "Puppy!"

You shifted yourself, showing off your own tricks. Johnny isn't surprised, he sort of expected you could be a shifter. He touched his nose to yours and once you got his scent you started hopping around him. You definitely deserve a family of your own but what concerned him the most was the aftermath. Ear muffs, closed doors and quick showers kept you in the dark to the bad stuff on base.

You're a kid though. You don't deserve to deal with adult shit yet. He moved closer, when you started to climb on Johnny, not wanting you to fall off. You turned back into a human and scooted yourself closer to Johnny's head, before laying down and wrapping your arms around his neck. You ended up falling asleep on top of him.

"It's not a good idea to send the kid over here anyway." Horangi pointed out. Spirit looked up from her papers to the video call on the laptop. She'd contacted Horangi, hoping he may be able to point her in a good direction. That and to say hi to König. Sadly there was more to be worried about then finding some place to take you in until your next of kin could reapply for custody.

"How do you mean?" Spirit asked.

"There's a reason Kitsune hybrids are relatively rare. In countries like China and Japan they are considered morally ambiguous, but in Korea they are highly considered evil. They're often the last to be adopted from what I've heard, if they're adopted at all. Some might even go too far." Horangi explained, not wanting to elaborate, not that he needed too. Spirit sighed, disheartened. Spirit checked her mug to see if there was anything in it for the fifth or tenth time, and was yet again disappointed. "Sorry kid, I know it doesn't really help."

"No it does. It tells me where not to send them." Spirit said, crossing out every shelter and orphanage in Korea on her list.

"I need to head out, Leo wants to do some sparring tonight." Horangi said, stretching in his chair.

"Oh is that all?" Spirit teased. Horangi smug grin told her exactly what kind of sparring those two would be up to. "Good night."

Spirit sat back and flipped through the pages listing the the systems and charities she had contacted and researched. She rubbed her eyes just as Price stepped inside.

"Sergeant how long have you been in here?" Price asked, concern in his voice.

"Too long and with many hours to go." Spirit said. Price came over, and noticed the empty mug wondering how long it had been since a refill. He should've guessed she would take something like this personally. Hell, she took almost every case personally when it came to relocating little ones. This case just hit a little closer to home.

"Sergeant, report to the mess hall, you need to eat something. After that take a rest. The will is being reviewed to find god parents, and that little minx isn't going anywhere." Price said. Spirit nodded, her eyes drifting closed as he spoke. Price offered her his arm to lead her there.

"Kit? Kit!" Johnny called, but tried to keep his voice down. He looked away for one minute and suddenly you vanished! If he couldn't find you, Spirit would kill him. Hell, he was giving himself grief for losing you.

Out of the corner he notices some familiar tails behind a crate. Oh thank goodness. He came over and looked behind the crate. Then POOF! Gone. Johnny's brain needs a minute to realize what happened. Definitely should have read the file on Kistunes. Okay, so he had to follow your scent then. That he could do.

Johnny was led out to the hallway, following your scent. You had to be somewhere. Of course your scent would lead him to his little sister though. Johnny went very quiet as Spirit stared him down. She didn't say anything but looked at him expectantly. "Pup I can expla-"

"Johnny?" Spirit said. Johnny turned and saw his sister, exhausted and Price next to her. Wait... how was she there? She was right in front of him. Johnny looked back and instead of his sister he found you, with a big proud grin on your face. That explained why Spirit didn't quite smell like herself.

"Got you got you!" You chimed as Johnny scooped you up.

"Yeah ya did ya rascal." Johnny teased, tickling your belly. Spirit and Price watched as Johnny gave you a small talk about being more careful when using your abilities. He doesn't want you getting into stuff you shouldn't. Spirit was certainly more at ease, knowing that at the very least you were in good hands. Before leaving for the mess hall, she gave Johnny the kitsune file.

You'd been there for maybe a month or so now. No god parents but the next of kin got enough yellow tape cut to get custody. Johnny should be relieved, and he was, but it was sad to see you go. It didn't stop him from spending plenty of time with you. Actually most of the team does when they can. Alejandro lets you play with his tail while going pver paperwork and the white cadejo doesn't mind horsey rides. You would ask Gaz for uppies when he was holding you, which meant you wanted to fly. No more than maybe three feet. Price gave in to your scare attempts to humour you. You made Ghost a new mask, which he only wore on base. Spirit looked after you anytime Johnny couldn't, and took you on small hikes and exploring the surrounding environment.

You're told in advance, a few times so then it won't be too much of a shock. The first time you were told you hugged Johnny and said "dada". Spirit couldn't remember the last time she'd seen a hurt smile on her brother's face. “Nah. Not dada. If you want though I’ll come visit ya.”

By this point Spirit had made sure you had some clothes, and a few things of your own to take with you the same as she had. Johnny came to help pack your things and you give him a small plushie you were found with. Johnny put it in your pack and you took it out, holding it up to him. Johnny tried to refuse, but you started to make a fuss. It would be nice to have something close for himself. Something to remember you by. He ruffled your hair thanking you for it.

“Johnny?” Spirit said poking her head in. Johnny’s smile held strong, despite knowing what was coming next. You knew as well. You had to say good bye but you didn’t want to. Johnny was adamant on trying to kick and scream your way out of it though. Instead you tugged the hand still on your head and tried to dragged him with you. Your feet just skidded across the floor, while Johnny rolled his eyes.

"Alright," Johnny said, standing up, "I'll come see ya off."

Johnny held your hand and carried the little back pack of your stuff. The little toy was riding in his pocket. You walked outside with him, wanting to stop a few times. You didn't want to say good bye. You do a couple times, trying to go back to the base. Johnny reminded you that everything would be fine, and that he would still come visit when he could. This wasn't good bye forever. There are tears, but you continue on, following Spirit to your new guardians.

When you got outside Spirit spoke with two adults, claiming to be your aunt and uncle. The two people looked familiar but something wasn't right. Johnny gave them the bag with your things in it. Then he noticed something odd. You were squeezing his hand, tightly. When he looked down at you, you were staring at the two strangers who were getting a briefing of the details from Spirit. They were trying to move her along, nodding and trying to get her to cut to the chase. Spirit kept glancing over at you, interrupting herself as she tried to get her points out to the guardians. These two were familiar, but not in a good way. You remembered shouting, but not much else. A few flashes of your parents getting into a fight with them.

"It's all...um..." Spirit finally looked at you and saw your wide eyes, about to hand over the file containing your information. Johnny was tensed as well, not liking how the interaction was going. Suddenly the file was taken from Spirit's hand, before she could give it to them.

"Come on sweetie, let's take you home now." The woman said. She reached for your hand but you shook your head. "I know you don't want to say good bye, but they have work to do. Now let's go."

You barked at the woman, ears flattening and your tails are up and straight. You were bearing your fangs too. Despite her initial surprise the woman maintained her sweet facade. "Sweetie I know it's hard but-"

"This is getting silly, y/n, come. We shouldn't be bothering these people anymore." The male said, his voice more firm. You growled at him, and when the woman tried to reach for you, you snap at her hand. Her partner didn't like that, storming over. "Y/N! You don't bite people! Especially your aunt!"

The man took your arm by force, wrenching it out of Johnny, who only let go to not hurt you. Your 'uncle' had a tight grip, but Johnny's was tighter. Johnny got hold of your uncle's arm, and didn't hesitate to squeeze, staring him down. Johnny spoke slowly. "Let. Go. Now."

The man did, and so did Johnny while the woman tried to plead with you to go with them nicely, her words turning colder and her tone, more frantic. Spirit wasn't having it, and her suspicions about your elevated heart rate were proven true when you hid behind Johnny's leg. Johnny picked you up, and you wrapped your arms around his neck tightly, while the two humans started to make frantic excuses. Spirit asked them to come inside the base, requesting them to look over the custody papers to ensure everything was signed correctly. Johnny was grateful for you looking away, because when they tried to weasel their way out of going inside, Spirit lifted her poncho just enough to show her side arm.

The humans were in fact your aunt and uncle, but it turned out your parents had fled from them when you were born. Your aunt and uncle didn't take kindly to the fact you were a kitsune. For the rest of the day you clung to Johnny, and he went about his day waiting until the humans were properly arrested and dealt with. Spirit told him when it was safe to leave the room.

Bright side, you were safe and two nut cases were completely barred from any foster/adoption system. Down side, Spirit had to find a placement for you and there were very few she felt comfortable sending you to. Throughout the day Johnny took you around, wanting to calm you down. Anytime he tried to set you down, you would start shouting no. Johnny found himself pacing and holding you to his heart beat yet again, if only to lay you down for a nap. Poor thing.

When Johnny finally did he came out to find Gaz who recognized the slow closing door. Kyle heard what happened, the whole team did. He kept his voice down to not wake you. “How are they?”

“They’re scared. Poor thing.” Johnny said. He pinched the bridge of his noise, leaning back against the wall. Lost your parents, raised on a base and then reunite with an aunt and uncle who were convinced you were a demon. Johnny tried to focus on the happier moments, while Kyle went with him to get something to eat. You were younger than Spirit when she first arrived, but you were so brave. Intelligent for your age but he learned it was to be expected with kitsune hybrids. Kyle pulled Johnny’s mind out of the rut it was in.

“What’s that?” Kyle asked pointing to Johnny pocket. Johnny looked down noticing he hadn’t returned the toy to you. He took it out, and stared at it, stopping in his tracks. It wasn’t very big, fitting in his palm easily. It was one of the few things you had on you, aside from your own clothes. Thinking about it, Johnny realized it was the only thing you had that belonged to you. Yet you wanted him to have it. He thought back to you calling him dada. It felt good hearing that.

“The only thing they had.” Johnny said answering Kyle’s question. Kyle knew that look on Johnny’s face, and he should have guessed this would happen. He smiled at Johnny.

When you woke up, Johnny was sitting next to your bed. He handed you the plushie back, but you wouldn’t have it. “I don’t need it.”

“For you.” You insisted. Johnny smiled.

“Kit, do you like it here?” Johnny asked. You thought about it and nodded.

“You want a family?” Johnny asked. Again you nodded.

“Can I be your family?” Johnny asked. You got on your knees and reached up to hug him around the neck. You nuzzled into his shoulder and Johnny just laughed. Then he heard you mumble, “dada” into his neck, your tails swishing around.

“Yeah Kit. I’ll be your dada. May not always be around, but I’ll do my best.” Johnny said.

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[youknowwho-mustnotbenamed]

November 12 - Moving Staircase & November 16 - Hospital Wing | word count: 893 | @wolfstarmicrofic

There is something inherently wrong with the scene before him. There is no reasonable explanation for it. Which means, he is imagining all of it. Because why else, would Sirius Black—who can out-magic almost everybody at this school—be lying in the hospital wing, looking like he… like he…

This should never be something Remus has to witness. He is supposed to be the one lying broken in a bed of the hospital wing. He isn’t supposed to see one of his friends with their arms twisted at awkward angles and their faces black-and-blue. So why, is he standing over the bed, looking down at Sirius who looks as though he got into a fight with a centaur and lost?

Madam Pomfrey left almost two hours ago now, with promises Sirius would wake soon, and yet there are no signs of him so much as stirring. He is certain the crescent moons on his palms will be there permanently from how long he has been clenching his fist.

Then suddenly, Sirius’ eyes flutter open and the rest of the world falls away. Remus never found himself focused on Sirius eyes—there are so many other wonderful parts of him—but right now, he clings to them like a lifeline. They are open, and though he can see a tinge of pain the crinkles around them, they are open. Sirius is awake, and everything is going to be okay.

“Moony?” He croaks, trying to shift in bed, before wincing and giving up the effort.

“Who did this to you?” He finds himself demanding without any preamble.

“Huh?”

“Who did this to you? Who hurt you, because I’m going to make sure they get what they deserve.”

“And what is that exactly?” Sirius asks, eyes hungry, almost predatory.

“They are going to get what they gave to you. Now, who did it?”

He hates this. He hates being violent, and he hates that seeing Sirius like this brings out the violence in him. But he doesn’t try to tamp it down. Not now, not when rage is flowing through him and needs some kind of outlet. Not when Sirius has his full attention on him, and doesn’t appear to be looking away any time soon.

“Well, I fear that would be counterintuitive. Bit Romeo and Juliet, yeah?”

“I—what?” Remus asks, heart stumbling at the comparison between them and lovers.

“You want to hurt the person who did this to me, so you shove me down the stairs. Then, you would be the one to hurt me so you would have to fling yourself down the stairs.”

“Sirius, what are you going on about?”

Suddenly sheepish, Sirius ducks his head, clearly trying to hide the bright red flare along his neck and cheeks.

“Sirius…”

“Ifelldownthestairs.”

“You—”

The door to the infirmary bursts open, swinging back closed from the force with which I hits the wall. Without looking, Remus knows exactly who it is. And the guilt and dread pools even heavier in his gut. Merlin, how could he have forgotten about James and Peter? Especially James. He was being too selfish and wrapped in his own head to think about the others. How can they forgive him now? He knew about their best friend being in the hospital wing unconscious, and didn’t mention it at all? What a twisted way to lose friends than betrayal?

“What happened?” James exclaims, hitting the side of Sirius’ bed so hard it skids a bit.

His voice catches in his throat. He wants to shrink. He wants to disappear. He doesn’t deserve to be here, getting between two best friends, two soulmates. He is an intruder in this friendship, and it needs to be him who takes leave.

“Fell down the stairs” Sirius says with a smirk, the embarrassment completely gone from his face. Of course, he wouldn’t be embarrassed telling his ‘other half’ what happened. How can you be embarrassed in front of the person who would do anything for you? Remus on the other hand? Remus is the embarrassment.

He stands, managing to take a few steps before Sirius’ voice lures him back. “Moony? What are you going?”

He swallows passed the lump in his throat. “Just going to get Madam Pomfrey. She needs to do some tests now that you are awake.”

Before he can make a bigger embarrassment out of himself, he keeps walking. He walks out of the infirmary, down the corridor, down several flights of stairs. He walks away. As far away as he can get. As he is walking, he catches a glimpse of something out the corner of his eye. A notebook. It’s peeking out the corner of a hidden alcove, but Remus can spot the S.O.B on the corner.

Scooping up the book, he flips through. Inside, there are hundreds of small sketches. Views of the rolling grounds, animals, some tattoo ideas, even some random nonsense shapes. But overwhelmingly, the sketchbook is filled with… him. His far too knobby hands, his crooked nose with a deep scar, his eyes, his face buried in his sweater. And on the last page, the drawing Sirius must have been working on when he fell…

A close up of his face, each detail worked on in intense detail.

Remus drops to his knees, ignoring the harsh crack against the ground, and sobs.

[alipeeps]

Episode 30

I think I'll have to skip doing gifs for these last few commentaries, or it'll take me days to get through them all... 😭

Oh dang, Zhou Yichen's words are weighing on Li Lun.

Zhu Yan gave Li Lun the Truth Eye?!! 😭

What I don't get about this show is that they act like these two have been enemies for centuries.... but we know from the timeline it's been 8 years! They fell out and Li Lun was sealed 8 years ago just before the blood moon where Zhu Yan lost control.

"How long has it been since we played Go so peacefully?"

"I don't remember anymore"

IT'S BEEN EIGHT FUCKING YEARS!! 😂

It never had to be this way Li Lun, you're the one who made this a zero sum game.

How are his eyes so big?

Yeah but of those two friends, Li Lun, only one is a) a mass murderer, and b) actively choosing to possess and kill the other. When it comes down to a choice of who gets to inhabit one body - the original owner of the body, who is a literal child, has far greater rights to it than the one who stole the body and has killed lots of people.

The thing is... this is lovely and dramatic and all... but it's so unnecessary. All y'all idiots had to do was what I suggested at the end of episode 29 - tie that fucker up until Zhuo Yichen gets back with the sword and then sever his primordial spirit and free Xiao Bai. Why let Li Lun loose to start a fight that risks losing the opportunity to save Bai Jiu?

Also, can we please bear in mind that only recently Zhao Yuanzhou had his inner core damaged and a lot of his demon power consumed... and was warned it would not be a quick recovery.

Ah fuck... and Li Lun knows it. Wait up tho.. he's lost ALL his demon power? And is no different from a human? Is that true? And will he get it back?

Oh nice! Your opponent... is me!

But AGAIN... this is so fucking unnecessary! I mean yeah, badass fight scene and all... but you could have fucking resolved all this safely while Li Lun was unconscious.

Give it up for baby bro!!

Wait did baby bro like.. DIE, die? He's a puppet infused with Pei Siheng's spirit... I didn't think he could die?

Ahhh fuuuck and Wen Xiao is using the baize power (though without the token, it seems?) which could exacerbate her poisoning...

Zhuo Yichen would you please just fucking do whatever it is you need to do to remove Li Lun's primordial spirit, while he is fucking restrained!! Please! You're killing me here!

Great. So Wen Xiao injured herself for nothing because you didn't take advantage of the opportunity offered.

YING LEI!! NOOOOOOOO!!!

Well, this is going fucking great. 4 out of 5 of the team are now incapacitated in some way.

Don't you fucking do it. Don't do it. Not Ying Lei. Please...

Don't die don't die don't die don't die

JFC Bai Jiu will never recover if his body is used to kill Ying Lei...

Oh fuck he's crying... is... is Bai Jiu fighting back?!

DOITDOITDOITDOITDOITPLEASEFUCKINGSAVEHIM

Here you go, stick him in this piece of wood. 😂

Oh fuck not just any piece of wood... the root of Li Lun's pagoda tree... given to Zhu Yan centuries ago... 😭

So that was what Zhao Yuanzhou meant by a draw... a chance for Li Lun still to live. You didn't even give him chance to explain what he was offering Li Lun...

OH FUCK there was more to that "Promise me" that Zhou Yichen agreed to!!

Ying Lei won't let go of him. My heart!!

Oh don't you fucking have Ying Lei die on me now??!!

I don't like this close up of his face with a blurry lens. Don't fucking do this to me...

It was. You're best boy, Ying Lei. You always have been.

I hate this. Please don't let him die.

How can a half-god, half-demon mountain god die from such wounds?

How dare you fucking finally give him the validation he has always been seeking - and always deserved - only as he's dying?

This is killing me. He didn't need to die. And they are dragging it out soooo long. 😭😭😭😭😭

You bastards. You fucking bastards. I am NOT ok.

Xiao Jiu. Come back to us baby boy.

He's going to be devastated about YIng Lei. 😭😭

Oh dang, he wakes up and the first person he sees is his mum!!

I am actually genuinely fucking crying.

So has he lost his demonic power permanently?

So... there's 4.5 eps left to go. Wen Zongyu is dead. Li Lun is defeated. Bai Jiu is rescued.

What's going to be the plot for the next 4 episodes? It can't all be about Wen Xiao's poisoning...

Is shit about to go down with Chongwu camp/the results of Wen Zongyu's demon hybrid experiments?

Why is this show so determined to rip my heart out and stomp on it?

Zhuo Yichen is best big bro

My precious baby mountain god... 😭😭😭

Your girlfriend still needs you, Sijing. The polycule still needs you.

What the fuck was he going to say?!!

After this? After WHAT?!!

Why the fuck is he talking like he might no longer be around to protect Bai Jiu?

This has to have been a hell of a trip for Bai Jiu... he wakes up from being possessed by Li Lun to find:

Mum's back Ying Lei's dead Zhuo daren's a demon

THAT'S A VERY GOOD FUCKING QUESTION, BAI JIU!!!

Why the fuck does it feel like he is saying goodbye?! Is he... is he planning to absorb the poison from Wen Xiao?!!

(Shit. I guess there's no longer an option for Zhao Yuanzhou to do that cos his demon power is gone...)

Fuck me, that is exactly what he's planning, isn't it?

Oh and is Zhao Yuanzhou planning the same? (Sorry, demon daddy, Xiao Zhuo Daren already knows that's the only option).

Are they going to be fighting over who gets to sacrifice themselves to save her?

You're damn right she wouldn't let you.

FUUUUUUCK. This episode destroyed me. I am an emotional wreck.

[stcries]

✨🧡🌙SEND THIS TO TEN OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨ idk if it sent thru but here it is again ;3

[crossbackpoke-check]

Looks like that video is about a month & a half after The Trade and trevors broken ankle 😣

re: this video… anon 😭 i had suspicions but it is so much worse to have them confirmed that really was like. trevor’s first Public Appearance without jamie AND post-broken ankle which is traumatic in and of itself no wonder every beat reporter was like ‘oh yeah trevor’s just devastated’

wouldn’t you be miserable too if your best friend just got traded and your body betrayed you and what if it was maybe all your fault!!!

[kiki-strike]

PTSD is so stupid saw a jar of biscoff cookie butter at the store and went ha that’s the brand they had in res. (Completely unaffected). Then went home and had a panic attack about it (????)

[pixel-axel]

one last thing about the inheritance games for now, and i’m not gonna tag this with the inheritance games tag cause i feel like people are gonna get mad at me. but i just scrolled through the tag and like. why is everyone talking about the romance. why. why is everyone talking about grayson and jameson and avery. and which team they’re on. and how much they want grayson and/or jameson to be their boyfriend. why is no one talking about the actual plot of the book. or the characters beyond the romances. why isn’t there actual discussion of the book besides romance. in this essay i will

[blueseakelp]

i know dreams aren’t real, but how am i supposed to come back from the way people are in them?

[tr0ubl3d-tr4n53nd3r]

I opened up about my body image issues and people called me a horrible person, told me I'm invalidating people with eds and that I'm body shaming people? God what the fuck? Ive got no fucking support system in real life and the Internet just hates me I guess.

[s0dium]

Obsession

Warning: Love drunk men, fingering, titty sucking, nipple play, unprotected sex, love drunk reader

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Love courses through your veins. He’s all you can think about.

You wonder if it's normal to be this enamored with someone, to be this hopelessly head over heels infatuated and obsessed. You can't even focus on what needs to be done anymore because he's absorbed your entire being; he's in your head when you wake up, a gentle whisper in the back of your mind during conversations, a constant in your dreams, day or night.

But it's a doomed one-sided crush you remind yourself. You're not even sure if he knows you exist and in quieter moments, you wonder if perhaps it’s better this way. Loving from a distance means you never have to face the potential heartbreak of rejection, never have to see that polite smile of someone who doesn’t return your feelings. It's safer, you tell yourself, to admire him from afar, keeping your heart guarded behind the shield of daydreams and what-ifs.

So surely, right now in this moment, you must be dreaming.

It feels too vivid, too intense to be just a figment of your imagination. The warmth of his breath against your cheek, the weight of his bare body pressing gently down on yours, the softness of his lips moving against your own with an insatiable hunger—it all feels astonishingly real.

Because it is.

You don't know how but now you're naked underneath him, letting him touch, grope, suck, kiss, nip, and bite anything his hands and mouth can find. He doesn't let up either, he's exploring your body like a starved man, like he'll never get a chance to touch you ever again and wont pull away until he's had his fill.

You gasp when you feel his fingers between your legs, tracing your inner thigh before gliding between your pussy lips. Instinctively, you jerk back at the feeling; his fingers collecting your arousal and sliding up and down. But before you can speak, he kisses you again, his tongue eagerly intertwining with yours. When he finally pulls away, leaving you breathless, a thin strand of saliva connects your mouths.

"Just let me take care of you okay?" He hums before dipping two fingers into your tight hole. "Just been waiting so long to do this."

You don't even have time to react before he's curling his digits and massaging a sweet spot you could only dream about hitting on your own. His other hand gropes your left breast and with his index and thumb, begins to play with your perky nipples. As if that wasn't enough, his mouth found your other breast and gave it the same attention, licking sucking, and rolling your nipple like it was candy.

Colors dance across your closed eyelids and you wonder if this is heaven, if you've died and reached nirvana because the pleasure is just that good. You dont know if you can handle this, handle the fact that he's sucking and playing with your nipples while finger fucking you. Your toes curl and uncurl from the hot searing euphoria that is absorbing your body and emitting from your core. Your back arches off the bed and your crying his name, moaning it even, something you only dreamed about doing late at night when you craved him.

Suddenly, his mouth releases your nipple with a pop and he ceases all of his ministrations, leaving you breathless and confused.

"Fuck, I-" He's breathless himself, his face flushed and pupils blown. "Need to be inside you, need to feel you." He practically groans, and you thickly gulp at his words. Your brain goes fuzzy and you dizzily watch him pull down his boxers, the length slapping against his abdomen after being released from its confines.

He watches you lay down on the bed, breasts and cunt glistening from juices. You dont know this but he actually thinks he is dreaming. You look like a painting right now and he has to bite his lip to stop himself from spilling just at the sight of you.

"Please," You whine, "Please fuck me."

Who is he to deny you?

Without a word he presses his tip against your entrance and slides into you, grunting at the snug fit of your walls. You let out a loud moan from the feeling of him filling you so so perfectly, so well you mentally curse yourself for thinking a dildo or your fingers could ever do the job.

Then with a moan of his own, he slides out of you, nearly leaving you empty, before rocking himself back into you. Oh, how he wanted to fuck you slow and nice, like you deserved, but as the seconds passed, his resolve seep away until he just couldn't possibly hold back anymore.

His thrusts become faster, quicker, slamming in and out of you with such vigor and ease due to your combined juices coating and dripping from both his length and your hole. The friction is delicious, and his tip seems to hit your g-spot perfectly with each thrust. He even grabs the underside of your thigh and pushes them against you, effectively folding you and half and allowing him to go even deeper inside you.

You could feel your rational slipping away as he groaned about how fucking good you felt, about how good you where taking him, how he had been dreaming about this. You want to say something too, say something about how you feel the same way, but the only thing that comes out of your mouth right now is wanton moans of his name.

The pleasure was becoming too much, it had been slowly building and building and you know your about to break any second, burst with such euphoria you don't know if you will ever come back from the high. Before you do though, your brain manages to work again for half a millisecond to express the exact words you are feeling.

"Love you! M'love you so much!" You gasped before letting yourself succumb to the mind-numbing orgasm that was waiting for you. Your whole body shook and quaked from the pleasure and your mind went white. You thought you might cry, from happiness or pleasure you did not know. But you didn't. You simply went limp while you let him use your body like a sex doll.

You are barely clinging onto consciousness when you feel his hips stutter against you and he scoops you up, holding you close while he cums inside you.

"Love you too, love you too." He groans against your ear.

Any character you want ;)

[the-froschamethyst4]

Young Gf and Older bf

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Simon Ghost Riley Headcanons

SFW & NSFW

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SFW

Older bf! Simon who didn’t know how he felt about having a younger girlfriend

Older bf! Simon who was getting called “old man” by his girlfriend

Older bf! Simon who learned the hard way that some girls have expensive taste

Older bf! Simon who doesn’t talk much about his girlfriend to his mates, he feels like they’ll get on his ass about dating a young girl

Older bf! Simon who did most of the chores around the house

Older bf! Simon who stopped caring what he wore in front of people because his girlfriend is his little hype-man

“Does this work?” Simon asks coming into his shared bedroom with his girlfriend, she rolls on her side to look at him.

“They don’t match your shoes, Si.”

“What?” He looks down. “I thought they did.”

“Here, go try this on and come back at out.”

Older bf! Simon who told his girlfriend about his time in the military

Older bf! Simon who forget how young his girlfriend is, so when he makes jokes or says a movie reference she doesn’t know what he is talking about

Older bf! Simon who was honestly scared to meet his girlfriend’s family. She told them about Simon being older but not how old he was

“And how old are you, Simon?” Her dad asked leaning forward.

“I’m…40”

“40!!”

“Y/N?!”

“What?! He treats me good, he respects me, guys my age want that trad wife, Simon doesn’t, I can do or say what I want around him and feel good about myself.”

Older bf! Simon who knows everything about you. How you like your coffee, what time you’re suppose to be up for work, and he even knows when you’re about to start your period, you know when he shows up at home with bags full of pads and tampons and her favorite foods and drinks

Older bf! Simon who starts watching shows with you but complains about them but deep down he actually likes to watch them with his girlfriend

NSFW

Older bf! Simon who woke up to you in t-shirts and no shorts or pants, he likes seeing you in a t shirt and panties

Older bf! Simon who has woken up to morning wood before and needed help to get rid of it

“Love,” he kisses the shell of her ear. “Love…wake up,” he coos.

“Hmm~ Simon, not now please.”

“I know, love, you don’t have to do anything,” Simon lines himself up at her entrance and pushes himself into her

Older bf! Simon who like after argument sex

“Fuck you!”

“Oh yeah? Fuck me?” Simon carries a smirk on his face.

“Back up, Simon,” Y/n says putting her hand up on his chest to keep distance.

“Fuck me right? Fuck me?”

“Wait, wait,” your legs didn’t work for a few weeks

Older bf! Simon who tries different things with you, like BDSM you both hated it because it’ll be painful for you and Simon didn’t like you hurt

DDLG, he knows the age gap between you two but he hates the word ‘daddy’ makes him cringe

Mask kink, you both loved it, giving the illusion you were being fucked by someone else and he liked feelings your hands in his face

Voice kink, you liked it because of his deep voice already, he was on the fence, not saying your voice is annoying or anything he just didn’t get it

Knife play, you got scared when he accidentally dropped the knife and it was very close to your hand, it was the same thing with gun play you were afraid something wrong might happen

He tried to be a sub but you could barely take it seriously

Older bf! Simon who has fucked you when you were doing your work, you worked in a private office and all he had to do was shut and lock the door and bend you over your own desk

Older bf! Simon who is handsy when he’s horny

“Simon what do you want?”

“I want nothing,” he says as one of his hands were on your waste and the other snacks up to your breasts giving you a gentle squeeze and you gave him a soft moan.

“Just do it already, Simon,” she moans

Older bf! Simon who has kept a pair of your panties in his pockets and has forgotten about them before, he remembers when he accidentally sticks his hand into his pocket and feels the lace

Older bf! Simon who bought a motorcycle and takes you with him as his backpack, he found a abandoned place were no one comes to and you two had a good fuck on his bike

[insanechayne]

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