#also they weren't doing this two days ago

[erwinsvow]

i 100% saw a post from someone weeks ago about pope in a romeo and juliet type situation and i started thinking thoughts about it while studying so whoever that was or if anyone's seen it please tell me so i can credit it properly. but if you had a bunch of brothers and cousins maybe not in oceanside but in san diego or chula vista or something (IDK!) and it seems that somehow they're always competing for the same jobs as the codys. like they hear about a job that got pulled and of course your brothers had been planning something just like that and now they can't do anything because it'll arouse suspicion and there's a lot of tension. maybe one of your brothers is friends with deran or craig or something and so they're around even though your families don't like each other. used to be that when you were younger things were better and you've even been to their house during one of their big parties, celebrating something you don't really know anything about it. your family is invited because smurf wants to rub it in or something but things weren't that bad yet so you went and maybe that's when you first met andrew?? sitting quietly inside with him, people watching and then maybe you start talking about how you don't like parties but your brothers do and the conversation kinda goes on from there because he agrees with you. and though you don't know much about him besides that he's the quiet, weird one—words from your brother's mouth, ones that you really find yourself disagreeing with the more you talk to him on the couch—you guys get along just fine. he doesn't drink and neither do you, though he gets you a soda and you smile at him and tell him thank you very politely and he kind of never forgets about it. you two run into each other occasionally, and though you've never been brave enough to ask him if he wants to go on a date or a walk or whatever, there's something there, you think. fast forward a few years and you knew andrew went off to prison and your brothers had laughed about it but you had excused yourself to go cry in your room about it even though you didn't know him that well. maybe you wrote him a couple of letters because you felt bad. and of course all of this has to be done without anyone's knowledge because your brothers—even the one that's friends with deran—would kill you if they found out you were writing letters and harboring feelings for a cody brother. (especially the one they call the quiet, weird one, though they know what he's capable of and he's also the one they're the most scared of. not that you know much about any of that.) well i just think he'd get released and you don't have a ton of freedom but have enough to sneak away for a few hours after one of their ragers. but you'd get a text from a burner number asking you to come see him and you don't need to work that hard to figure out who it is. you spend a couple days elated that he even remembers you (as if he didn't read the letters you sent him a million times over three years.) and you go meet andrew and finally get that cup of coffee you should have gotten a few years ago. and the two of you do the dance, sneaking around and being worried about getting caught (andrew thinks you are very sweet for worrying about him if anyone finds out, because he knows you should be worried for your brothers, if anything.) and then i am thinking of the hell that breaks loose when everyone finds out

[tornadoxp]

Look Outside Curse Swap AU: AKA how I lost my god damn mind and didn't sleep for 24+ hours

Brace Yourselves

okay so a few days ago I had this idea were Sam after the Flawed Ritual Ending gained the ability to "condense" himself into a human form like Leigh.

I thought this was just going to be a cute idea that I may or may not post or do anything with. However, as I was going to bed my brain decided to flashbang me with this the second I was one foot into LaLa land.

Suddenly a fucking chain reaction happened in my brain where I tried to wrestle with the implications of Leigh as the protagonist and Sam as a shapeshifting monster that can be recruited. Not to mention the other major characters like who can easily trade places and who should remain the same and how being cursed or not cursed changes they're character, quest or role in story or gameplay.

Ultimately, I find this au would more interesting if it's just exploring how cursed characters and non-cursed characters would change if they weren't or were. Thus, any role switching that happens would be more based on the characters fitting different niches instead of being arbitrary personality swaps.

here's what I got so far with the characters that ended up directly trading places.

Leigh the Shopkeep <--> Sam the Timid Beast

A lot of people head cannon Leigh as someone who was frustrated with her job myself included. She would probably see the 15-days as a vacation she was woefully unprepared for and needing to go out to scavenge.

The chase encounter would be significantly easier as the beast would be fighting to regain control and can be easily scared off with a single molotov.

Immediately after this Leigh rediscovers her thrill-seeking side and chases after it only to be disappointed that the monster is replaced with some weird looking guy.

She eventually recruits Sam with the hopes of toughing him up so he could give her a real fight in the future. It also helps that she has a consol considering how Sam broke his and everything in his apartment during his transformation.

I'm not really sure how Leigh would work as a player character.

Sam on the other hand as an ally would have two forms. In his human form he would have support focused abilities but due to this ungainly form would have dogshit weapon aim and crit chance. In his cursed form he would be similar to Leighs cursed form in the base game I just haven't thought of any differences.

If Sam is left behind in the apartment, he would passively recruit ally's while Leigh's away for better or for worse.

Joel the Little Slugger <--> Sophie the Tangled Child

also Clint <--> Harriet

I am not happy with this drawling of human Joel.

Anyway, Joel would randomly knock on Leigh's door saying he was separated from his family in the parking garage after they tried to leave for a game before they knew what was happening. This also means that Clint would also be a door encounter asking if Leigh has seen his son.

However, Clint can also become cursed like Harriet in the original game and lure Joel out. Leigh would have to physically stop Joel from approaching or else Clint would eat Joel alive... yeah.

as an ally Joel would be a ranged biased fighter, pitching and batting baseballs at far enemies. He can retrieve the baseballs he uses and find more but only after combat.

Joels baseball theme is based on the hat in his bedroom and literally nothing else. The only sport he mentions that I can recall is football, but I don't think an 8 year old is going to be doing much ramming into a giant creature. It would be really funny if he still bites people, probably in a character interaction.

Sophie on the other hand is not going to have a good time.

a few days in Sophies and Harriet apartment would be broken open revealing that the interior is tangled with hair. Any furniture that is still visible is crushed beneath the tight wraps. You could find Sophie in her room hiding. What happened was Harriet accidently looked outside and became cursed. While struggling to maintain her sanity she ended up attacking Sophie and infecting her with the curse.

You could fight Harriet in the master bedroom which would be a tough fight because of her ability to constrict. Or you could bring Sophie with you and upon seeing her Harriet would briefly be brought to her senses and sorrowful for what she did lean down so she could be put down. If refused she would push everyone out of the apartment and seal the entrance.

As an ally Sophie would still be focused on applying debuffs on enemy's this time though she doesn't need to hide and has a skill that can apply constrict.

Sophies personality would differ greatly. She would still pull pranks on other characters like tying doors shut and placing tripwires to knock over things when people pass. But she would be significantly more withdrawn with most of her interactions being completely silent. Unlike Joel she doesn't use denial to cope so she is completely aware of the fact that she would probably never see her mother again.

Jesus I have been yapping for a while, so I'll just briefly go over the direct role swaps I'll probably talk about later.

Hellen the Gardener <--> Papaineu the Giant

Nestor <--> Rafta

Jasper <--> Sybil, this one is going to be painful

Astronomers <--> Artists

[woantohae]

Bang Bang (My baby shot me down) || Part II (Rocco x reader)

Summary: The moment of truth comes and everything goes to shit. But apparently Y/N and Rocco can't forget everything they experienced together—even if it only lasted a few weeks.

Author's note: Hello! Here's the second part of this series, so hope you like it <333 Let me know what you think in the comments ✨️💌

Content warnings: chaos, guns, curse words, explicit content, smut, +18, hints of angst, mentions of ass grabing, dick, cunt and pussy, make out.

PART I HERE

Y/N felt guilty.

She'd talked to Leftie about everything she'd learned about Rocco and what had happened with the old man's son, defending the man who was winning her heart, because he had not been the cause of it.

Clearly, she couldn't admit she was starting to like Rocco, because everything would go to hell. Although everything was about to go to shit when she saw Leftie break into Rocco's house with Lonnie by his side. The girl was a few steps behind them, waiting for the signal to enter the living room of the house, which she had visited so many times.

"What the fuck? What the hell are you doing in my house?" Rocco exclaims in a furious tone.

Y/N watches from behind the wall that faces the living room and notices the brunette pull out a gun and point it at the other two men, but he instantly stops when he sees they're also armed.

"Wow, wow, okay. Calm down." He lowers the gun and raises his hands in surrender.

"Not so tough now, huh?" Leftie says in a mocking tone, and then shoots, scaring Rocco and Ruth, who lets out a deafening scream. Then, the gray-haired man gestures to Lonnie, "Go get the mother. I'm sure Vincent will be here any moment."

Y/N swallows and bites her lower lip.

After a few minutes, Rocco is tied to a chair with his mother, Ruth, at his side, whimpering for her life. Lonnie goes to his sister to accompany her and wait together for Rocco's father to arrive.

"Everything's going according to plan," Lonnie says, patting his sister on the back. She abruptly pulls her hand away and glares at him. "Wow, what the hell is wrong with you?"

"You know damn well what's wrong to me. I told you Rocco wasn't the one who killed Leftie's son, and you didn't fucking believe me. Not even you," she says firmly, "my own brother."

Lonnie rolls his eyes and lets out an exasperated sigh. "We weren't paid for this, Y/N. You know that very well," he reminds her, looking at the door to see if Vincent is coming.

"It's all about the money for you, huh?" she confronts him and laughs without humor. "That's why I never come to you when I need a brother."

She steps away from him when she notices Vincent has arrived, leaving Lonnie staring down for a few seconds.

The man of the family enters and opens his eyes when he sees Y/N and Lonnie pointing a gun at him, demanding that he remain silent.

"Oh, look at this. The patriarch of the family has arrived. Come on, guys, bring him in," Leftie orders mockingly.

The three of them enter the living room, and Y/N knows she's going to come face to face with Rocco after having ended what they had a few days ago, with the excuse that she didn't feel the same way about him. They were both devastated, still clinging to the memory of each other at night. All the times they confided their secrets, their pasts, and thousands of nights of passion where they explored each other's bodies.

All because of a fucking family misunderstanding.

"If it isn't that damn Vincent. You traitorous piece of shit," Leftie says, smiling as Rocco freezes at the sight of Y/N pointing a gun at his father.

"Y/N..." he whispers, barely able to believe it.

"Rocco, I...." she is interrupted by Leftie.

"That's right, your sweet Y/N, to whom you swore your darkest secrets, was just following my plan to get revenge on you and what you did to my son."

Rocco clenches his jaw and shakes his head. Y/N sighs and looks away.

"Nights of loveless sex were enough to make you confess what you did, you piece of shit," Leftie says, hitting Rocco in the face with the end of the gun.

"Hey!" Y/N and Rocco's parents exclaim at the same time, but the girl continues saying. "I told you the truth. He didn't do it."

Lonnie keeps aiming at Ruth, who keeps whining and complaining.

"Is this for your son?" Rocco asks, spitting out the blood that's coming out of his mouth. "I didn't kill him, damn it. But he sure was asking for it if he was mixed up in all this shit."

Another punch.

"Enough!" the girl asks. "Why don't Vincent tell you what really happened that time? You worked together before, you know each other better than you'd like."

Leftie raises an eyebrow and looks at Vincent, who looks dejected.

"Fuck," he mutters, then continues.

"Whoever killed your son was an infiltrator trying to get revenge on you and me since we were in the same group."

Lonnie frowns and glances at his sister, who nods, confirming that it's true.

"Turns out Rocco met him a while back and accepted him into the gang, not knowing he was going after our heads later. That bastard wanted to send a message, and the best thing he did was go after your son's head. And since my stupid son is sensitive and kind-hearted, he made it look like he did it to protect the son of a bitch."

"Thanks dad" Rocco says bitterly.

Leftie narrows his eyes and continues pointing his gun at the other man.

"How do I know you're not lying?"

Vincent looks at him, and everyone falls silent as he continues, enjoying the drama.

"Because you once had my back, and I know you wouldn't betray those who were once there for you."

Y/N glances at Rocco, who's looking at her.

Leftie clenches his jaw and rolls his eyes, letting out a sigh. Then he lowers his gun and curses under his breath.

"Shit," a mixture of sadness and frustration covers his face, feeling all these emotions and knowing what finally happened.

"I wasn't lying," Y/N tells him, then looks at Rocco. "I wasn't lying about anything I said."

"You were a bitch and slept with my son to get information out of him," Ruth says.

"Hey!" Lonnie and Rocco say simultaneously.

"What? That's true!" the blonde defends. "Altough, I do like you way better than that whore Rocco dated"

Y/N frowns at this woman's response and the way she thinks. Although the blonde's way of acting and thinking is not a surprise, the girl had also met her during the time she was with Rocco. From one moment to the next, the atmosphere becomes charged with mixed emotions, frustration, and tension, the latter fading when the truth of the whole affair is revealed.

After a few minutes, Leftie gives the order to release them and goes to another room to talk with Vincent, while Lonnie stays with Ruth, who begins to shamelessly flirt with the boy, and he seems to enjoy it. Finally, Y/N hesitantly approaches Rocco, who keeps his eyes on the floor as she helps him loosen the rope from his hands and feet.

"Please, i'm sorry. I know you probably hate me right now," she starts saying "but believe me, what I said all those times we were together was true."

When Rocco is freed from the ropes, he starts walking to his room, followed by Y/N, who rolls her eyes at his actions.

"Hate you? I think it's much worse," Rocco says, mockingly.

Y/N closes the bedroom door, feeling the comfort and familiarity of this space, a space she's been in many times before.

"Sorry, okay? But don't act like a saint and point your finger at me when you've also done reprehensible things." She faces him, and he looks at her, crossing his arms.

"I may kill and steal, but I don't play with people's feelings," Rocco says, approaching the girl until he's standing right in front of her.

Y/N bursts out laughing, unable to believe it.

"Oh, yeah? You feel calm and proud of that?" She chides him, feeling the heat of the moment. "Well, I'm sorry for being a worse person than you. I didn't know that lying and playing with people is much worse than killing."

Rocco laughs amused. "You don't know much, then."

"Oh, my bad! Teach me then, Mrs. I'm a criminal, but I've never played with people's emotions so that makes me a better person" she says in a mocking tone, bringing her face closer to his "Face it, would you? I said I'm sorry. Maybe I tricked you at first to get close to you, but you're no better than me either"

"Yeah, sure" he says in a low and mocking voice.

Y/N clenches her jaw.

"God, I can't believe I started to like you" she mumbles shaking her head "I could slap you right now, just because I can't stand being with you at the moment"

"Do it then" he says and chuckles "It wouldn't be so painful"

"I hate you"

"You weren't saying that when I was fucking you, uh"

"Asshole"

"Slut"

The distance between them shortens, and their mouths meet in a desperate kiss, their hands clutching each other's bodies. Rocco grabs Y/N by the waist, pulling her against his, and she tangles her fingers in his hair. Moans escape from their lips at the abrupt action, which only increase when Rocco massages the girl's butt and feels her rub herself against his thigh.

"God, that feels good," Rocco says, lowering his kisses to the girl's neck, who leans her head back to give him better access to the area of ​​her skin.

Rocco slides his hands down Y/N's thighs and lifts her up in his arms, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist. She moves her hands to his gray sweater and begins to pull it off, then continues with his T-shirt, leaving him bare-chested. As she does so, he gently places her on the mattress of his bed, then moves away from her and removes her heels, kissing the inside of her calves and up to her thighs.

Y/N throws her head back on the pillows as she feels Rocco lift her skirt and begin kissing her pelvis over her panties.

"Rocco, please," she moans, closing her eyes.

Rocco smirks and looks up at her from his position.

"What's wrong, babe? Is it too much for you?" He clicks his tongue and begins to slowly pull her panties down her legs until they fall to the floor. "I thought you could hold it in a little longer, remember?"

"Fuck off" she laughs lightly and grabs the man's hair to bring him closer to where she needs him the most right now.

Rocco lets out a laugh and starts devouring the girl's pussy, as if there were no tomorrow. Reliving all those moments, days, and nights they spent exploring each other's bodies without a worry. They couldn't stop thinking about each other, and now that the truth had come out, it was no obstacle to continuing to feel what they felt for each other.

The girl holds his head with her thighs so he doesn't stop and pulls on his hair as she feels the wave of pleasure invading her lower region. The room fills with the sound of moans, licks, and incessant panting, as the temperature rises and neither of them seems willing to stop. They are surprised to realize that after a while of exploring each other's bodies and thrusting like animals, none of the rest of the people in the house have come to check on them.

But they didn't really care.

Not when they were about to cum.

"Oh, baby! I'm so close" she moans moving her hips on Rocco's dick to increase the pace and reach the desired climax.

The man grips his fingers on the skin of the girl's hips to guide her, and he moans shamelessly at the sensation.

"Me too, baby. Keep moving like that, just how I like it." he says in an agitated voice.

They're immersed in each other as their bodies move, causing the bed to rumble. Y/N feels a pleasurable pain in her cunt as she feels it's about to explode, so she moves more agilely at the same time as Rocco, who continues thrusting into her, watching as the girl's breasts bounce in front of him.

"Rocco, I'm.... fuck! I'm about to..." she gasps when Rocco's fingers starts toying the girl's clit to estimulate her enough to make her release all of her on his cock "Oh my god!"

"Oh God!" Rocco moans releasing all his warm cum inside of her.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!"

They both turn to look at the door and find Lonnie staring at the scene in disgust, then covering his eyes with his hand. Y/N rolls her eyes and mentally curses him for interrupting the moment, while grabbing the sheets of the bed and covering her body with them. Rocco mutters a curse under his breath and pulls the girl closer to his body, trying to cover her as best he can.

"Don't you know how to knock asshole?" Rocco asks him in an angry tone.

"Oh, my bad! Are we gonna ignore the fact that I just saw you fucking my little sister like she was in need?" The black haired man says with sarcasm on his voice "For fuck's sake!"

Y/N shakes her head and sits on the bed, holding the sheets while Rocco does the same. Then, he puts his arm around her shoulder and pulls her towards him.

"What do you want?" his sister asks him feeling the embrace of Rocco's arms around her —making her feel shy and cared, and the thought itself makes her blush.

"I was gonna tell you we're ready to go, but you're clearly bussy, so..." he sighs still with his hand covering his eyes.

"Then that should be your cue to get out of here, man," the brunette says, sounding as if it were the most obvious thing.

Lonnie takes his hand off his eyes and gives him the middle finger, earning a mocking laugh from Rocco.

"Anyway," the dark-haired man sighs and looks at his sister. "Will you be okay here, sister?" Y/N turns her head to look at Rocco, who looks at her with a mixture of amusement and tenderness in his eyes, letting her know that everything will be okay.

She nods and bites her lip.

"Everything will be okay."

Y/N and Rocco lean in closer, and their lips meet in a kiss filled with warmth and emotions that envelop them and let them know how they feel about each other. But a certain person in the room makes a sound of disgust as if repulsed by the scene.

"Fuck off, guys!" Lonnie says, already tired of the pair of lovers. Rocco breaks away from the girl's lips and smirks at him.

"Close the door on your way out." Rocco gets on top of Y/N, whom laughs and shakes her head "You don't want to see how we love each other, do you?"

Lonnie slams the door and curses down the hall.

They both laugh, and Rocco continues kissing Y/N's lips as if there were no tomorrow. After a couple of minutes, he pulls away and looks deeply into her eyes.

"I'm sorry for what I said before," he apologizes in a low but sincere tone.

Y/N runs her fingers over the man's forehead and says: "Me too."

"I don't hate you," Rocco whispers without taking his eyes off of hers "When I said that it was worse than that, it's because I love you"

Y/N smiles and caresses his cheeks with tender. He takes her hand to hold it there and kisses the inside of it.

"Why's that worse?"

"Because I'm afraid I'll always gonna love you and I'll never let you go" he admits pouring his heart out.

The girl feels her heart race and her cheeks blush at the confession. It was the first time in her life that someone felt that way about her —and in such a short time. So it was understandable that the confession give her goosebumps and make her feel like she was on cloud nine.

"That fast, uh?"

He nods and smiles.

"I'm a sensitive guy after all, like my dad said" they both share a laugh.

She looks at him with a sparkle in her eyes.

"I love you too," she tells him with complete honesty. Rocco smiles and kisses her wrist again "I've never felt this way before, and I'd be lying if I said I feel it rushed. I'm scared, too, but with you..... I'd like to try."

Rocco nods his head.

"We'll try it together" he assures her.

"Fine by me"

Their lips connects and their hearts feels at sync at the moment.

"What do you say?" Y/N asks when they pull away from each other to breath "Round two to celebrate our new beginning?"

"Thought you'd never ask"

And they ruffle the sheets again, this time with the promise of starting their relationship over again, with a promising future ahead.

Full of surprises, love, and, well..... the uniqueness of their families.

[luigilore]

hiii! gymrat anon back <3 I PASSED MY LSAT WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!! one more grueling year of uni and i'm off to law school! anyways thinking i was thinking so hard about alternate gymrat!lu where you guys are roommates and always head to the campus gym together 😫

he's always waking you up at 6am with an egg white omelette and a protein shake so you guys can get your workout in before students get there and you find so much relaxation with him being in your element. you started rooming together about a year ago when he took over your friend's lease who moved abroad. you would've never heard of him if it weren't for your shared living space as you two are doing 2 completely different majors and don't share a social circle at the huge upenn campus. you two stay up late studying together at the coffee table, watch movies together, cooking healthy meals together, everything. you like the simple domesticity of being together, but you would never admit that to him. you think hes way outta ur league. rich, smart, has literally everything going for him, everything you hope for from an outsiders perspective. he's so kind though, never makes you feel stupid when he helps with your work. you insist on paying him back by treating him to lunch, but he insists that you can repay the favour when he needs help. you agree and when he does end up needing your help, he absolutely forces you out to dinner even though you two have an agreement. he tells you that you look beautiful dressed up for him and you have to pray that your makeup hides your blush. he treats you to the nicest restaurant ever and you two are laughing and smiling the whole night. when dinner is over, he insists on taking you to his fav stargazing spot. you both stay there and admire the sight while speaking on all sorts of topics: school, vacationing, summer plans... at the end of the night you two share a kiss under the starts and moonlight and its so romantic. "safe to say first date?" luigi cheesily asks with a big fat smile on his face.

OMG HIIII BABE <3333 we missed you! that's huge about the lsat YAYYY!!! very exciting that you have that out of the way

okay sooo i love this a lot i already love the roommates trope but plus gymrat lu... like ur spoiling me hello

him converting u to his evil schedule LOL and him driving u to the gym every morning or walking together when it's still dark outside ahh

also feel like he would be a menace and walk around the apartment shirtless the time; like post-shower... post workout... in the morning

the domesticity rahhhh cooking together <3 studying together <3

like loving the idea of nights together omg what if u share a bathroom so ur brushing ur teeth together, doing ur nighttime routine

omg him randomly one day (multiple days actually) is flexing (also possibly shirtless here) asking if u can tell he's making progress in the gym lmfao like ... be serious this would kill me

ahhh i wanna stargaze with him so bad :(

he'd a bit tentatively pull u into his side when he notices ur shivering the tiniest bit

he's so warm and his arms are so strong from all ur gym sessions 😫

ur looking up at him, his face so close to urs and he suddenly leans down and his thumb is brushing across ur cheek

and u feel his stubble against ur skin omfg

omg then having gym dates!!!! and the post-gym showers <333

[anadrym]

Extended Author's Notes for Left Behind Ch18.

Spoilers!

Chapter title is from "They'll Never Find Us" by Aviators. (Aviators, my beloved.)

At 7140 words, this is the longest chapter yet. Also, we're on the third document in my notes app. Holy shit.

SHE'S AWAKE!!! I was tempted to keep her unconscious (by writing about the two days between this chapter and the previous), partially to emphasize the agony of waiting and really push y'all into empathizing with Caitlyn. But I couldn't do it. I missed her too much. (Also, I made you guys wait an extra week anyway.)

So apparently, you're not supposed to lie down with broken ribs? Which is the only reason I've downgraded Caitlyn's injury (again). Basically, her ribs were badly bruised but she'll be fine in a few days. I did this explicitly so she and Vi can cuddle because they fucking deserve it at this point.

With most of the serum flushed out, Vi also can remember things a little more easily. So, of course, she gets to remember quiet mornings with Caitlyn. :)

AAAHHH, the bit where Caitlyn wakes up! I really wanted to make this an intimate little moment - honestly, how many people get to see the indents in your skin when you sleep too heavily? - that only Vi gets to witness. The messy hair. The rumpled clothes. The crusty eyes. Those are things that Caitlyn hasn't let anyone else see in five years.

Notice that Vi doesn't say 'I love you' out loud. They're both trying to feel each other out a bit; there's gonna be a little miscommunication and mutual pining in the next few chapters. (Caitlyn thinks Vi was repeatedly sexually abused by the Baroness and Vi doesn't know if Caitlyn has moved on in the time since the Purge.)

I'm really liking the imagery of Caitlyn's eyes being like the sky, and Vi associating that with freedom. Because we see the way she stands and breathes after Cait gets her out of Stillwater. And in this fic, we've established that she didn't get to leave the Baroness's mansion often and didn't see the sky much. So of course, Caitlyn is that freedom.

I actually wasn't sure about having Vi smile again this soon after the escape. (She last saw the Baroness... only three days ago?) But after that moment of seeing Caitlyn waking up... there's a feeling of comfort and safety that I think lets her finally smile again, even if only a little.

And of course, Caitlyn tears up. Because even after all of this, she wasn't sure she'd ever see Vi's smile again. :')

I also debated drawing out Vi's being able to understand speech, but I really wanted her back. I kinda figured that, if the serum was causing that inability to interpret words, then flushing it from her system would let her regain that ability. Caitlyn and Petra theorized the same thing, but they really weren't sure the blood transfusions would actually work. (That's what Cait means by 'it worked.')

I keep coming back to the idea that Caitlyn touches Vi so lightly because she doesn't want to hurt her or startle her or anything like that. And every time, Vi presses more firmly into the touch because she desperately needs to reassure herself that it's real. This wasn't intentional at first, but once I noticed it, I really leaned into it because I think it really fits.

UGH, GOD, just like. Imagine. Being imprisoned and tortured and forced to do terrible things against your will. And you can't remember who you are, you don't know how long it's been, you don't know if there's anybody out there who knows you and cares about you. And the only thing that keeps you from just giving up entirely is a ring that doesn't fit and a few vague memories. Imagine how overwhelming it would be to suddenly be free and safe and yourself again.

Caitlyn was a detective and was good at it. She wants answers, she wants to know what's going on. But she refuses to push Vi into talking when she's not ready. That's love, bitch.

The paragraph about hope not burning out, and standing among rubble and embers? I absolutely love that bit. I don't even know why. I'm just really proud of it.

Oh yeah, a few of you pointed it out in the comments, but Caitlyn absolutely doesn't want to tell Vi how long it's been since the Purge. She will, of course. But she desperately doesn't want to. I think part of it is that she doesn't want to admit how long she left Vi there. (It's not her fault, of course, but guilt doesn't work like that.)

The 'in and out of consciousness' does not include the time spent in the drainage pipe and on Nasir's ship. The two days is just the amount of time since the last chapter.

"The blunt edges of Vi's nails"??? They were jagged and overgrown last time we saw. That will come up again soon. :)

The only reason Petra doesn't wait for a response after knocking is because she strongly suspects that Caitlyn is asleep and won't answer. Normally, she wouldn't come in without permission.

When Vi shoves Caitlyn behind her, Cait makes a sharp sound. Vi bumped her bruised ribs. :(

VI, MY BELOVED DUMBASS. Shielding Caitlyn with her own body when she doesn't even have enough strength to sit up (that's pure adrenaline). I love her so much. Caitlyn is so startled that she doesn't react for a few seconds.

I always have to envision how the characters are physically positioned to write about them, even when it doesn't get described in detail. Vi is on her left side, propped up on left arm. Cait is behind her, leans forward to press her face into curve of Vi's neck and right shoulder. Cait's right arm comes around Vi's waist from above, and she splays her hand over the left (under)side of Vi's ribcage. Hugging AND holding up at same time.

Poor Petra. She has to deal with Caitlyn neglecting her health while worrying about Vi, and now Vi's proving to be just as self-sacrificing as Caitlyn. Just walks into the room and realizes, 'Oh, they're both stupid.'

Petra is also trying very hard to be what both of our girls need. For Caitlyn, it's familiarity, normalcy, a distraction from fretting over Vi, a reminder that things will be okay. For Vi, it's comfort, safety, autonomy, the balance between letting her make her own decisions and not overwhelming her with choices when she's already overwhelmed. That's why she asks for permission to come in (an important boundary to be respected) but directs the question about how she's doing to Caitlyn (addressing Vi as a person but not expecting her to answer a pretty complicated question).

It was so important to me that Petra ask permission to come in and later to touch Vi, because Vi hasn't been given that choice in so long. Petra has a history of dealing with abuse victims, which is why she thinks of things like this while Caitlyn didn't.

Vi is self-aware enough to know that she's not in a great mindset to be deciding who to trust and what's a threat. She knows that Caitlyn will keep her safe, which helps her calm down enough to decide to give Petra a chance.

Vi keeps wondering why she's so tired. It's because she's healing (which takes a lot out of you) and she has a fever (and the resulting fatigue).

Caitlyn is not going to take care of the clean sheets later. :)

There's just... so much that can trigger Vi right now. We're gonna be dealing with that for quite a bit. Meds, transfusions, IVs, touching her head/pulling her hair, certain words, etc.

The people Vi remembers when Cait bumps her thumb while she's panicking are, in order: Powder, Vander, Ekko, Tobias, and - of course - Caitlyn.

"Anything foreign in her veins" - girl, most of your blood isn't even your own at this point.

As soon as Vi manages to calm down, Petra redirects the conversation to Caitlyn, knowing that it'll distract Vi enough to keep her from panicking again. And it works; as soon as Vi realizes Caitlyn is hurt, she completely stops worrying about the meds.

"Barely sleeping" - Caitlyn, you were completely knocked out. It was the deepest sleep you've had in weeks.

I don't know, I just think it's very sweet that Caitlyn reassures Vi about her ribs not by brushing it off, but by guiding her hand there to check it herself. The nonverbal communication continues!

So, I have absolutely no idea what it would be like to try drinking and eating again after years of only getting nutrients and fluids through an IV. I'm just guessing. We've established that Vi can swallow, but only a little bit (blood, saliva, etc.). So, in theory, she can drink, but not a lot because her stomach can't handle it yet. She needs to be eased back onto food (refeeding syndrome) to let her body adjust. Water → clear liquids (broth, juice) → thicker liquids (milk, richer broth) → mashed food (applesauce) → easy-to-digest solids (toast, rice, bananas) → more complex solids. Vomitting is especially bad here because it can dehydrate her faster.

"Her body, broken and skinny and useless" - Vi is absolutely going to deal with body-image issues in the coming chapters. In a way, this is kind of 'non-consensual body modification' and I'm planning to treat it with the trauma that comes with that.

It's a good thing Vi decided to trust Petra because Caitlyn absolutely would not be able to get her upright without help.

Mmm, the intimacy of helping someone drink, of holding a glass to their lips and supporting their head. The need for both trust and carefulness. Also, the grief that your loved one was denied even being allowed to drink water (treated more like a machine than even an animal) and the guilt of having to deny them from drinking too much, even if it is for their own good. Especially when they're practically begging for just a little bit more.

And then Vi saying she's okay after nearly choking on water. They're so stupid and Petra's so tired.

Mad at myself that Caitlyn can't lie down and cuddle. >:(

When Caitlyn confesses about the blood transfusions, I want you to imagine the same nervous expression and tone that she used in the show, when she told Vi that she was seeing Maddie while they were separated. She can't go into this without telling Vi the truth.

"I refuse to lose you again" - God, they mean so much to me. But also, the idea that Caitlyn will do anything to not lose Vi. I love exploring the whole 'Yes, this is a good person. But, at some point, they become a selfish person. What do they have to lose to reach that point? When do they decide, "fuck everything else, I will not lose this one. Not now, not ever."'?

And Vi's trust in Caitlyn overcomes her terror of being injected with something without her knowledge and permission. :(

"She will never hurt you again" - maybe Caitlyn's right. But that doesn't mean the Baroness can't hurt someone else. >:)

(I'm eventually going to give a few more details about what Petra looks like, but I'm really curious to hear how y'all imagine her appearance? Please tell me?)

Teaser for next week:

Vi jerks back again, shaking her head in rapid refusal. "No. No, I - No IV."

The doctor heaves a weary sigh. "Vi, it's necessary. You're just being reintroduced to eating, to drinking. You need fluids and nutrients and, right now, antibiotics."

Vi shakes her head again, turning to Caitlyn. Her eyes are wide and frantic and terrified. "Cait," she chokes, "please, I - I can't --"

"Vi," Caitlyn breathes, quiet but desperate. "Darling, please."

[theredcuyo]

So, i remembered things i have yet to address in the au (The horrors in tgcf, Jun wu, the rest of the cultivation world from mdzs, Nie Huaisang and Jin Guangyao, Sqq's corpse, Cang Qiong, Tianlang-Jun-) so i'll start by svsss'

After meeting Wen Ning, Sqq remembered "Ah, right, Binghe has the original goods corpse" and that kind of thing, isn't it lowkey important for the sects? They probably haven't even been able to have their mandatory mourning time without it... Ah, really, should he tell Binghe to just give it back? (Shen Jiu said he didn't care about it anymore, he asked if he didn't want to go back, he said the same again, so it is as it is)

Convincing Binghe was another whole deal "But Shizun!"

"Your Shizun is right here, what do you want that for?"

"But... But this is the face of the person who was so kind to this disciple..."

Sqq had a lot of conflicted feelings about that, but he had also learned a thing or two from his in laws "Ah, then Binghe only cares for the face? This one should have guessed as much and just go away"

"No! I... This lowly one didn't mean it like that..." Sqq hitted him with his fan "What lowly one? If it truly doesn't matter then Binghe can let it go"

"But..."

"No buts"

"Yes Shizun..." Sqq sighed again "And i've told you before, i'm not a teacher anymore, haven't i?"

At that, Binghe brightned up "Yes, husband!"

Binghe allowed Liu Qingge to "steal" the corpse and they hoped that was the end of it. Except that he came back a few days later claiming that Binghe had taken it back. He didn't, Shen Yuan not only trusted his husband not to do something against his wishes, but he had been with him all those past days, trying to cheer him up for it, Liu-shidi he sacrificed his ass for days for this, really!

Binghe, of course, beat him up sent him off back to Cang Qiong without an explanation, and when they were going back, perhaps to ask Wuxian is he knew a way to track down corpses, Sqq colapsed

When he woke up, it was to a crying Binghe with haunted eyes that he knew the reason for (Ptsd) and Wuxian explained that someone tried to pull his soul out, if it weren't for him having experience with keeping souls into bodies (Wen Ning), he might've been gone for good

It didn't take a genius to connect the lost body and someone pulling his soul out, and when Sy ran off to try and find Sj, the suspicions were confirmed, to which all he could think was "Fuck"

Next up came him having to "explain" the situation to everyone else, or rather, just telling them the lie he and the original goods had come up with, which was that a Qi deviation had broken his soul in half, which resulted in him who had been living as Shen Qingqiu since some while ago, and another part, which had held the memories and passed into this realm

It wasn't a perfect explanation, and surely they weren't buying it completely, but as Shen Yuan admitted that's what they both thought, and that he had found this "other half" when he came to Ghost city, and had rationalized that this was what Wwx's soul compass had perceived, it was acepted as the logical thinking

To differentiate between both, they had divided their names, neither to keep Qingqiu, "theirs" had chosen "Yuan" and the other one (For the first time being able to choose his own name) decided on "Yi*"

That being solved, they thought of having to search for this man, and as such, borrowed the soul compass (And Wwx) for a bit, finally ending up just near enough the holy mausoleum to make Binghe think if this was really worth it, because Shen Yuan had explained to him that the Shizun that had poured tea on him would've been "the other one" and the one that had given him medicine, and the one who took without a cure for him, had been himself, which made Binghe have his own complicated feelings about this, and well, Sy could not fault him for it, he didn't like the original goods that much either but he was guiltily glad that this issue was distracting Binghe from asking about the abbys

When they were near enough, however, they actually found him, as he was fighthing off with another demon that they didn't recognize

Tianlang-Jun and Zhuzhi-lang had realized sooner than later than this wasn't the Sqq they were searching for, which disrupted their plan quite a bit, but still it kind of worked, since Binghe and the one they wanted was there already

Bad for them, Bingqiu is already married, and they can't exactly use the original goods as much of a hostage as they want

Good for them, there is someone who's good at coming up with solutions about corpses around here "So... What happened to you? You're not My dad but not not My dad, Oh, Shen-Ge is this what you meant by 'deadbeat dad'? Because this sounds like that"

Shen Yuan, having been told the story from Sqh after asking about the original goods past, asked if he didn't just want to get his body back from the mountain, because that could be arranged since the HuanHua palace wasn't an intrusion anymore (He had not learned of the hows, but it's his Binghe who did it, of course he would, who cares how), because he would not allow him to touch a hair on Binghe's head (His Maiden Luo was falling for him all over again at that)

Tianlang-Jun doesn't have anywhere to vent his anger to, but he learned the truth at least, as such, and knowing he can't win this one, he just goes off to travel the human world again with his nephew, maybe come ever now and then to annoy that son of his

Shen Yi* on the meantime, wants to kill Shen Yuan for what he did to their body with without a cure, Sy on his side, considers to try and search for another method, but at the same time, this is the guy who wouldn't have minded killing his husband, indirectly, but still, a scum villain is still a scum villain!

Then the system gives him the new mission of rediming the scum villain, since the genre has been already changed and so have the circumstances around the original character-

Fuck your ancestors, system!

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Yi* is a name that according to what i found on Google, means "Unique" which i considered for all the hatred the og Sqq had about being numbered, i also considered Qiang, that means strength, and with two characters the name Xinyu, which means new world, for him trying to start anew, you can take any of this if you will as alternatives! (This is research done on Google, do not take me for a trust worthy source!)

I'll probably do a part 2 at some point, but i should also kind of address the plot for the other two too-

[simblrofmgy]

what the actual fuck is this???

[faedotexe]

So... I kind of laughed at Balatro's source code when I saw it, like not in a mean spirited way or anything, but still

I'd like to take that laugh back please

[batboybisexualism]

my stupid fucking doctor not only waited too long to submit my top surgery authorization but she put it down as an inpatient procedure when it's an outpatient procedure so now they have to postpone the surgery until april 23rd when it was supposed to be this fucking tuesday I'm going to fucking kill someone

[ang3ltine]

"𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐬?"- Bucky barnes x former Avenger freader

An unexpected surprise awaits you when Bucky shows up at your house with a group of strangers

a.n - This is just a scenario of what it would be like for the members of the thunderbolts to crash at your place. Also this fic contains spoilers! (Let me know if you want a pt.2!)

Warnings - John Walker, dark humour, mention of injuries, minor cursing, making out and major fluff!!

"You gotta be kidding me, were not seriously bringing Bob with us are we?"

"Look Captain America, if it weren't for Bob we wouldn't have made it out of that death trap of a lab alive!" Yelena replies sternly. "Besides, he seems to have more discipline than you'd ever have."

This seemed to tick John off as the two of them started shouting back and forth, while Bob sat between the two of them awkwardly.

"Ok uhm...can we maybe...not fight?" He mutters under his breath but was completely ignored. Ava rolls her eyes at the childish scene before her and flickers her gaze down towards the nervous man. Silently telling him that it wasn't worth wasting his breath.

Surprisingly enough, he understood rather quickly and kept his mouth shut. Bucky groans in annoyance at the bickering in the backseats, and it didn't help either when a large man was snoring away next to him.

But swiftly brushes it off after pulling into a familiar driveway. He hadn't been back at this house for about a week now, so he was dreading what awaited him when he opened the doors. Especially since he has four other guests with him, who he quite recently found acquaintanceship with just a few days ago.

"Listen up, we're staying at this place for a while until things die down. So please, don't make this harder for me than it already is." Bucky states as the the group follows him down the pathway towards a red brick secluded house that was tucked in a small corner of New York City.

They all exchanged confused looks before reluctantly nodding at the grumpy man, with a few grunts and hushed responses. Honestly they were just really tired and their bodies were sore so there was no use in complaining.

"God - I hope she's in a good mood..." Bucky mumbles before reaching into his pocket to fish out his keys and was about to put it into the keyhole. Only to be interrupted midway as he hears the sound of another car pulling up behind him.

"Bucky honey? Is that you?!"

Everyone turned around at the sudden mention of 'Bucky' and 'honey' in the same sentence. All but Bucky himself as he walks back down the pathway towards you.

"Did I hear that right? There's no way Mr. Congressman would have a girlfriend." Ava whispers to the others as they all watched him walk past the minivan, disappearing from their sight.

There were mixed reactions as they all talked amongst themselves, trying to figure out who you might be.

You were pretty confused as well since there was a dirty minivan parked in your driveway. As soon as you step out of your car to examine the vehicle, you catch a glimpse of a figure in the corner of your eye.

Adrenaline kicked in almost immediately, thinking maybe this was going to be a robbery. I mean you do live in a pretty sketchy neighbourhood so it was possible. The sun was setting so it was pretty difficult to see who it could be, you had your fighting stance ready as the person steps out of the shadows.

"God Bucky! You could've said something instead of sneaking up on me like that!" You yelled and tried calming yourself since your heart was practically hammering against your chest.

"Yeah sorry 'bout that doll, didn't mean to scare you," Bucky drawls as he pulls you into his arm for a warm embrace. A sigh of relief escaped your lips as you bury your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the strong scent of gasoline mixed with his cologne.

There was sand mixed with dirt on his tough leather jacket, but you didn't question it since he had finished a mission. Honestly speaking, you were just glad he was home again.

You then peer over Bucky's shoulder and finally noticed the rugged group of individuals standing in your porch.

They wanted to see what all the fuss was about so they snuck up on the couple and spied on them from behind the van. You were about to open your mouth to say something before spotting a familiar face amongst them.

She had short and slightly messy bob cut and an oddly cute frown on her face. Yelena steps forward hesitantly while examining your face at the same time, seemingly trying to figure out where she had seen you before.

Then it clicks, you were her older sisters best friend. She remembers how kind and comforting you acted towards her whenever she'd come to visit her sister.

You spread open your arms for her and without hesitation, Yelena falls into your embrace.

"Its good to see you 'lena," you murmured into her hair while she smiles at the mention of her nickname.

" 's good to see you too..."

Bucky joins the rest of the group, a small smile tugged at his lips as they all watched the heartwarming scene unfold before them.

He's not sure what waited them past this, but for now, he just wants this disfunctional group of anti-heroes to find some sort of peace while they stayed here.

"Sorry I brought them here on such short notice," Bucky mutters as he leans down to your height when you let the others into your house.

"Ahh it's no biggy. Besides, I'm happy to have more house guests." You quipped while closing the door after Bob awkwardly walks in as the last in line.

Everyone had already made their way down the hall towards the living room to look around. Yelena let's out a long whistle as she checks out the place, to be fair, your house was quite spacious since you got the best place in the neighbourhood thanks to Pepper.

Although she insisted on getting you a penthouse, you turned down the offer.

"What's this?" Alexei asks with curiosity after picking up a delicately crafted box. You ran over to where he was and effortlessly took it from his hands so that he doesn't break it.

"Oh well - it's a gift from a friend. She's gone now...so I like to keep it up on the mantle to remember her by." You say in a hushed tone while you look down at the detailed craftsmanship in your hands.

Alexei knew exactly how you felt, so he placed a large hand on your shoulder and gave you a light squeeze of acknowledgement. "I understand, Alexei has been through much loss just like you."

Thanks to Yelena, you had the privilege of meeting Alexei a few years back when Natasha was still alive. So you were happy to have both of them back in your life.

"Dad, you can stop bothering her now. You've said enough shit already." Yelena groans while dragging Alexei away from you since he was still rambling on about Natasha and how much you reminded him of her.

"Do we have enough space for them?" You felt Bucky's fingers brush against the back of your hand to get your attention since you were still deep in thought.

"Hey...you ok doll?" Bucky asks with a worried tone since you hadn't responded to his previous question. You snap out of your thoughts and look to your left to see Bucky by your side. His brows were furrowed as he brought up his other unoccupied hand to cup your cheek.

"Uh yeah..! I'm fine," you respond with a tight-lipped smile. Bucky had just come back from a mission, so you didn't want him to now worry about you too. He wanted to press on but then thought it would be better if he just let it slide this time.

"Are we sleeping down here?!" Yelena yells from another room down the hall. The rest of you make your way to where Yelena was, she had found one of the guest rooms and was already laying down on the neatly done sheets.

"You could've at least taken a shower before hopping onto the bed," Bucky sighed in disappointment. Yelena's clothes were pretty dirty since they had come back from the desert.

"Oh right! Sorry that was my bad," Yelena responds in a muffled voice as her face was now planted into the plush pillows.

"Its fine, there's extra duvet covers in the storage closet," you say while walking towards the walk-in closet in the room. "Don't worry guys! There's more rooms upstairs."

"Do we have to share? I'm not sure how I'd feel if I have Santa Clause sharing a bed with me." John grunted while crossing his arms. You assumed he was referring to Alexei , which almost made you snort in response.

"I'm serious! Does he not look like the Russian Santa Claus to you?" John carries one while Yelena lets out a coarse laugh from the bed.

"Pfft - sorry John, there's only 3 guest rooms, so you have to pick your roommate wisely." Bob lifts his hand up shyly and clears his throat.

"I wouldn't mind sharing...if that's OK with you?" John thought about it for a moment before giving in. "You know what? Why not?"

"Great! That leaves one more vacant room -" You were cut off by another female voice.

"I'll take it," Ava replies rather quickly. John was about to protest and say that he changed his mind, but Ava gives him a sharp look which made him backdown. You were going to ask for her name, only to be cut off yet again.

"Oh right sorry, the name's Ava," she says plainly while giving you a small smile.

"Uhh OK cool, it's nice to meet you Ava. Let me guess, you also have an incredibly sad back story like the rest of us?"

"Oh God, don't even get me started..."

"Also...what's all this talk about 'thunderbolts'?" You prodded while giving Ava a confused look. Ava curses underneath her breath while the others shout in since that they're not called 'the thunderbolts.'

"Thunderbolts yes!! That's my lovely 'lena's football team name from when she was a child -"

"Dad please stop--!" Yelena groans while trying to get Alexei to stay quiet. It brought a smile to your face to see how liveley your house had become after being alone for a week.

"Alright, is there anyone here who needs medical care?" You asked while handing the new duvet sheets to Yelena.

"I think all of us do," Yelena sighed while clutching her side. She was so excited to finally sleep on a comfortable bed that the adrenaline rush took over, making her forget about the pain.

You nodded before turning back to the group. "Right, who wants to go first?"

Everyone had lined up in the washroom to get themselves checked since it would be easier for you to clean up afterwards.

You were currently bandaging Yelena's arm as she winces slightly. If anything, she had been through the worst due to the others being practically impenetrable.

"Just leave this on for a few weeks and take some painkillers. Trust me, the pain will be gone before you know it."

"Ok, thank you," Yelena exhaled while she got up to let the next person in. John walks into your view as you clean up the area for him to take his seat on the stool. The space was pretty cramped since you chose the guest washroom instead of the large one upstairs.

"Hey John, got any major inuries?" You asked while preparing a wetcloth and some bandages. John stops you midway and he shook his head.

"No not really, just have a few cuts on my face and the side of my head." True enough, he looked like he was perfectly fine except for some cuts and grazes that was scattered across his face.

You almost forgot that he took the super soldier serum back when he was Captain America. It was hard to forgot since you were with Sam and Bucky at the time. You nodded before putting away the bandages and took your seat infront of him. Now that you were face to face with him, you noticed how mature, yet different he looked from before.

"Must've been rough for you, running from the law." You start off by cleaning some of the smaller cuts with some wipes. "Trust me...I would know."

You were referring to the time you were on the run with Steve and the others for two years after freeing Bucky. That was how you two met and became close in Wakanda.

"You have no idea..." John responds with a slight waver in his voice. You choose not to press further and lightly dab the bigger cut on the side of his eyebrow.

Unbeknownst to you, John was silently admiring the way you were taking care of him. He doesn't mean this in a creepy way, rather he's surprised that anyone would show an ounce of care for him due to his character and lack of social awareness.

Bucky, on the other hand, misunderstood the scene completely. He had a glass of water in his hand when he went to check up on you. The water that was already in his mouth almost made him choke as he saw the way John made doe eyes at you.

As much as he wanted to strangle the man on the spot, he waited and observed at the doorframe. A smile threatened to tug at the corner of your lips as you felt the presence of the jealous man boring his eyes at the side of your head.

"Relax hon', John's just being John." Speaking of John, he blinked at you in confusion before looking up to see Bucky shooting bullets at him with his eyes.

"Don't worry, he's not going to do anything." You whispered before placing a clear bandaid on the scar. John didn't know if he felt reassured or threatened, so as soon as you finished, he scrambles to his feet.

Bucky steps aside to let John leave, but not before leaning towards him to say something. John flickers his gaze between you and Bucky before leaving with a terrified look on his face.

"Bucky dear, what did you say to him?" You sighed while placing the remainder of the medical equipment back in the medicine cabinet.

"Oh nothing really, just...gave him a peptalk." Bucky responds with a smug smirk as he walks into the washroom. You raise an eyebrow at him, which prompted Bucky to pull you in close by your waist with his arms.

"I didn't threaten him doll," Bucky drawls while bumping his forehead against yours, letting his hair frame his face. It was slightly damp with clumps of sand still stuck in some places. You'd have to remind him to take a shower later after dinner.

"Uh huh, that's why he left like a pale ghost? Because you gave him a 'peptalk'," you mused while playing with the lose strands of Bucky's hair that fell over his eyes. Bucky chuckles softly before responding.

"Right...just a peptalk." Your breath hitches when he bends down to your height while his hair tickled your nose from a loose strand.

"You know you're a really bad liar, right?" You huffed while the rough pad of Bucky's thumb ran gently across your cheek. Your skin felt soft and warm underneath his touch since the blood had rushed to the surface, painting a soft hue of red across your cheeks.

"So? Is that a bad thing?" Bucky's voice goes an octave lower while he inches closer towards your lips, his breath now heavy against yours. His scent flooded your senses, it was a mixture of his cologne and his natural musk from his skin. He hesitates before flickering his gaze up to you again. Silently begging for your permission.

You pondered for a moment while tapping a finger on your chin. "Hmm, do you really deserve a kiss?"

Bucky tilts his head to the side before giving you a deadpan look. But you knew that he was fighting back a smile, so you were the first to lean in. He did deserve a reward for being the amazing partner that he was. Except, he was too quick for you.

He dips his head low, and presses his slightly chapped lips against yours, practically melting into yours. The kiss was gentle yet full of desire. Head tilting the side, his hot breath mingling with yours as his tongue dragged gently across your bottom lip.

Coaxing you to open your mouth. Your tongue meets his as the hand slips down towards your waist. Pressing his fingers into your supple skin, which will definitely leave marks considering how tight his grip was. Not that he didn't mean to, of course.

"Love you s'much," your voice was barely a whisper as it was all becoming too much for you. Bucky let's out a small chuckle as you began to pepper his face with quick pecks before moving back to his lips.

He could picture his lips were probably now a sugary pink colour due to the lipbalm that you wore. The brand was probably called... Summer Fridays? Or something across that line.

"Love you too angel..." he mumbled against your plush lips.

The couple completely unaware that Yelena, Ava and Bob was spying on them from afar with popcorn in hand.

"Guys...I feel a sneeze coming," Bob whispers towards the two women sitting next to him.

"Cucumber! Cucumber! Cucumber!!" Both Ava and Yelena whisper shouted back and forth hurriedly. But it was no use, the sneeze along with their hushed shouting caught the attention of the couple in the washroom.

Needless to say, they learned their lesson from Bucky after an hour long lecture of why they shouldn't spy on people. That also included the punishment of getting limited screen time on the TV as well as playing video games.

p.s - I really love John's character and I believe he has some depth to him that could be explored more

Taglist: @doodlebob-mp3 @marianastudiesart @ordelixx @starktonyx @hisredheadedgoddess28 @avatarobsessedgirly @perdidosbucky-yyo

[lustspren]

IMPURITIES EP. 1 | N.Y. State of Mind

Male reader x Yunjin, Chaewon

First chapter of this LSF mini-series.

word count: 8.3k 

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When HYBE made you sign that contract over two years ago, you had no idea that you were going to be managing five wild, unruly girls. If you had known, maybe your signature wouldn't have been on that piece of paper, but at that point in your life, you needed the job; it was either that or starve. Besides, as a frequent K-Pop fan, it really was your dream job, so there weren't many issues with it; it was perfect.

But you never imagined that at your age, you would feel so close to going gray because of the behavior of those girls.

Maybe you were exaggerating and being a little grumpy. After all, they were girls around your age, so you could easily put yourself in their shoes and understand what was going through their heads. However, with all that, there were things that you would never be able to understand in your life simply because you weren't a woman. It might sound sexist, but it was the only explanation you could find.

At first they were little angels, as always happened in such cases; you were a stranger to them, and of course they weren't going to behave like unruly teenagers from day one. But as the days went by—yes, days, not even months—, the ones who seemed to be well-behaved and obedient girls turned out to be a pain in the ass 70% of the time.

To be honest, you couldn't say you didn't love them all. They were unbearable most of the time, but they were also endearing, and you could say you considered them good friends. What other choice did you have? You couldn't be at odds with the girls you would spend seven years of your life with, so there had to be a joint effort on both sides to not make discord the status quo. The results were positive, and even though they continued to do their misdeeds, you had learned to tolerate them for your mental health.

Two years later you were practically a family, having gone through both ups and downs. The emotional journey had been intense and rough, both for you and them. The things you had to deal with were rubbish: tight schedules, physical and mental overload, and most often, tons of hate on social media from out-of-work mentally retarded people. But like the family you had become, you faced each adversity with a firm grip.

And now you were facing the most stressful thing an artist could go through: a damn tour. But not just a tour, also a performance at one of the biggest music festivals in the world, something that even you were terrified of, and if you were terrified, you couldn't even imagine how they felt at what would be one of the most important moments of their careers.

You were all excited, though. The arrival in Los Angeles was smooth and uneventful, both at the airport and later at the hotel. However, things started to go wrong the very next day, at the sound and stage checks for the festival. As a manager, it was your job to absorb the vast majority of those problems so that the girls didn't have to worry, but due to factors beyond your control, it ended up affecting them directly and therefore, it also affected their final performance.

It wasn't a great performance; everyone was disappointed, but you remained strong and encouraging for them to keep them from falling apart, especially in the days to come when social media was at its hate peak and the criticism just kept coming. It was part of your job, but more than a manager, those couple of days you were just a friend to them, and the bonds became even stronger. It was hard to have to get to the point of having to disable all comments on every platform, but it was the best measure you could suggest as a professional who looked after her artists.

Coachella aside, preparations for the rest of the tour were going great. There weren't too many dates due to scheduling issues for the next few months, when the girls would have to start preparing for their next comeback, so you would only visit a few big cities until next year, which is when you would go to Europe as well.

The first stop of the tour was none other than New York, the city where Yunjin had grown up. You had arrived from Los Angeles in the morning, and at noon you were already checking in at the Park Hyatt for your stay for the next three days. The day of arrival was free, then the next was the rehearsal at the venue and the last day was the concert.

"Okay, listen to me everyone," you said, standing in the middle of them with the room cards in hand. You were in the lobby, near one of the many bars in the hotel. "You have a room for each of you, but if you want to share that's your problem," you handed each of them their cards. "If you're going to leave the hotel please notify me or I’ll kill myself and then blame you in your dreams."

"I'm not planning on doing anything today," Sakura said, taking her card. "I'm exhausted and I just want to finish knitting the hat I was making."

"Can you teach me?" Eunchae asked, standing next to Kura and holding onto her arm.

"What, knitting?" Sakura looked at her. Eunchae just nodded with a pair of bright, excited eyes. "Alright, I'll see what I can do."

"I'm playing Overwatch with a friend later," Kazuha said. "So I won't be going out either."

"What friend?" you asked, out of curiosity.

"That's not your problem, why do you want to know?"

You sighed.

"I'm literally just asking."

Chaewon and Yunjin were muttering things to each other, between giggles and knowing glances. You looked at them with a raised eyebrow.

"And what about you two, anything to say?"

They both looked at you with their arms linked, their eyes innocent and their lips pursed to keep from laughing.

"Nope, nothing," Yunjin shook her head.

"You're lying," you looked at Chaewon. "You're going out tonight, aren't you?"

"We already told you no!" she protested. "Why would you distrust us?"

"I can list the reasons and finish tomorrow."

"Oh come on, you're exaggerating," Yunjin patted your chest a couple of times. "We're not going out, really."

"Yeah, we're just going to eat snacks and watch a couple movies," Chaewon nodded.

You narrowed your eyes and looked at both of them for a few seconds. Suspicious, too suspicious. You weren't sure if they were really going out, but they were up to something, that much was obvious.

"Fine, I'll choose to believe you," you said. "Now go, I have a meeting with the venue staff and I can't be late."

The girls went to their rooms, and you asked one of your assistants to take your luggage to yours. The meeting was an hour long, but you had to be there at least twenty minutes early, so you hurried out of the hotel to the venue, to arrange everything related to the logistics of tomorrow and the day of the concert.

The meeting in question started at 1 in the afternoon and ended at 4. Then you and part of your team went to lunch, and at around 7 you were back at the hotel. Your day was not over yet, but the rest of your work could be done calmly from the comfort of your room.

Upon going up and entering your room you went straight to take a shower, then put your laptop on the desk next to the hallway and got to work, with headphones on and a can of Monster that you had bought during lunch.

Your inbox was full, and you were a bit of a workaholic, so you immediately locked in and got going. In these situations you always lost track of time, which was pretty unhealthy but you couldn't help it no matter how hard you tried. But you had to admit that this time you had gone too far, because it was 3 in the fucking morning.

There were still some things to attend to, but it was time to draw the line and set a limit, because otherwise you would end up seeing the sunrise when the next day you should be in full physical and mental prime. So you closed your laptop, rubbed your eyes and took off your headphones before standing up.

Whenever you went to sleep after sitting for a long time you had the habit of taking a walk to stretch your legs, and since there was no space in your room to do it comfortably, you opted for the hotel hallways. So you grabbed your phone, a small jar of M&M's, and left the room.

As expected, the hallways at that hour were deserted. To other people it would have seemed spooky, but to you it was relaxing for the simple fact that no noise pollution of any kind reached your ears, just the sound of the ventilation and the videos you occasionally watched on Twitter at low volume.

But soon you were no longer alone. Just as you reached the elevator to turn around and go back to your room, the elevator dinged and the doors swung wide open.

What you didn't expect was that the ones coming out of there would be two hot girls in cocktail mini dresses and high heels, and that...

Wait a fucking minute.

"Oh this has to be a fucking joke," you sighed, bringing your hands up to your face to lift your head and run both through your hair.

"M-Manager-nim, uhm, we can explain!" Chaewon hurried to say, exiting the elevator with Yunjin.

“Don’t talk to me,” you said, holding up a finger. You didn’t want to know anything, so you turned around and started walking back to your room.

“No, wait!” Yunjin said, chasing after you. “Where are you going? U-Uh… What are you going to do?”

“I said don’t talk to me,” you replied, looking ahead. The two of them walked behind you, right behind your shoulders. “I’ll report you to HYBE so you can get into trouble.”

"No! Please don't!" Chaewon pleaded, shaking your arm slightly. "No no no! We're sorry!"

"It was my idea!" Yunjin snapped. "It's just that if we told you what we were going to do, you wouldn't let us!"

"I wonder why," you said. "I can smell the alcohol coming off of you two."

"We're not even drunk!" Chaewon said. "I swear! Please forgive us!"

"I don't care, you crossed the line," you shook your head. "It would have been easier if you had just been honest with me from the start."

"So you refused to let us out?" Yunjin asked, defiant. "It was easier to just sneak out and be done with it! And besides, what the hell are you doing up at this hour?"

"Managing your reckless ass and looking out for your future. But I see you don't care about that."

At that moment you arrived in front of your door, but before you could put your hand on the knob, Chaewon stepped in between to stop you. Your bodies were very close, and only then did you pay attention to how she was dressed. It was a short, tight black dress, with a considerable neckline and long sleeves that went from her shoulders to cover her hands. She looked so hot in it that it distracted you for a moment, but not enough to forget your mission.

“Kim Chaewon, step aside,” you demanded.

“Aniyo,” she shook her head.

“Oh come on, manager-nim,” you heard Yunjin say quietly behind you, close to your ear. She put her hands on your shoulders and squeezed them gently. “Why don’t you relax a little?”

“Don’t tell me to relax when you guys lied to me so blatantly,” you replied, still looking at Chaewon. “Get out of the way.”

Chaewon glanced at Yunjin over your shoulder and showed a hint of a smile, before stepping away from your door and closing the small distance between you.

“We already told you we were sorry, manager-nim,” Chaewon said, placing a hand on your chest. You felt her breath against yours. “There’s no need to be so grumpy.”

She very subtly pressed her body tight against yours, looking into your eyes with slightly parted lips. You knew perfectly well her intentions because you were no fool, and you wanted to respectfully push her away and enter your room, but a stronger part of you kept your feet rooted there.

“Chaewon-ah…” you sighed, trying to change her mind.

Yunjin pressed herself against you as well, making you feel her chest against your back. She wrapped one arm around your abdomen and slipped the other hand into the left pocket of your sweatpants.

"Why don't you come with us to the pool so you can reconsider this whole thing?" the redhead asked in your ear.

"Yeah, I think all those emails have saturated your mind," Chaewon said, wrapping her arms around your neck. One hand stayed on your shoulder and the other went up to ruffle your hair. "Let us help you clear your head a little."

Before you could say anything, Yunjin lowered her hand from your abdomen and brought it to your bulge, just rubbing it up and down with her palm. Then any desire you had to go to your room and write that email vanished. Still, you didn't want to get too proactive just yet, you wanted to keep some of your dignity and see how far they would take it.

"So? What do you say?" Yunjin insisted, slowly making you hard. "You coming with us?"

Again the words got caught in your mouth when Chaewon suddenly pulled you into a kiss. Everything happened too fast for you to resist, and before you knew it you were wrapped up in a sensual kiss with her, your hands on that small sexy waist. Yunjin was now massaging your already hard cock, her head on the side of yours as she watched you and Chaewon kiss. That was what finally got you into the whole deal.

“You know this is wrong, right?” you asked against Chaewon’s lips, and you turned around to face Yunjin, who thanks to her heels was just as tall as you. Her dress was even shorter than Chaewon’s: burgundy velvet, strapless and an A-line skirt, perfect for showing off that perfect pair of legs. “Not only because I’m your manager, but because you have a sound check later.”

Yunjin put a hand on your shoulder and pressed herself against you. You instinctively wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her. It should have put you off by the fact that you'd never touched her like that in two years, but fuck, you were two people almost the same age, and she was a hot girl; you weren't going to miss that golden opportunity no matter how upset you were with the two of them.

"I've been on more important errands on less sleep, honey," she said, running the tip of her tongue along the side of her upper lip. Her hand still playing with your cock over your sweatpants. "So I don't care."

"Yeah, I know you don't care," you said before kissing her.

Yunjin had probably the most attractive lips you had ever seen, and it didn't surprise you that she knew how to use them so well in a kiss. Your heads went from side to side, as you tasted each other's lips and filled the hallway with wet sounds. Her hand squeezed your bulge and rubbed the outline of your cock, and you just lowered your hand from her waist to her left ass cheek and left it there.

"Hey, hurry up," Chaewon said from behind you. She had you by the waist, giving you little kisses on the back of your neck. "I want to cool off in the pool."

Yunjin pulled away from your lips and looked at Chaewon over your shoulder.

"You and I both know that's not what you want," she said with a giggle, and looked at you. "You're in then?"

"You guys dragged me in," you corrected her. "And I already have my hand on your ass. Now I have no choice."

"Then let's go!" Chaewon said, and she moved out from between you and the door to walk towards the elevator.

Yunjin gave you a couple more small kisses and took your hand to lead you to follow Chaewon. Once inside the elevator, she cornered you against the back wall and kissed you again with her hands on your neck. You returned the kiss, taking her by the waist. A few seconds later Chaewon stood to your left, and you moved away from Yunjin's lips to grab the blonde by the face and crash your lips against hers.

The floor where the pool wasn’t too high, so the kiss didn't last long. Once the elevator doors opened, the three of you walked out to a small hall before the pool area on the left. Behind the counter was only a girl who worked at the hotel. She looked up from her phone and watched you walk towards her.

"Oh, sorry, the pool is closed guys," the girl said.

"Yeah honey, we know," Yunjin said ahead, going to lean against the counter with her purse on the top. From there she pulled out five $100 bills and slid them towards the girl. "Why don't you go take a break for an hour and let us keep watch? Oh, and leave us three towels please."

The girl stared at the bills for a few long seconds until she reluctantly took them.

"You better not make a mess and not make any noise," she warned, pulling the towels out from behind the counter for you. "Because you'll get me in trouble."

"You don't have to worry, sweetheart," Yunjin said as the girl got up from her chair and walked around the counter. "We'll be ghosts."

"Just hurry up," the girl reiterated, going to take the elevator.

As the girl waited for the elevator, Yunjin led you and Chaewon by the hand towards the beautiful pool area. The first thing that stood out to you was the huge wall of windows right in front of your eyes, and the series of cube-shaped pendant lights that hung from the high ceiling and ran from one end of the pool to the other. But the overall atmosphere was modern and intimate, with the white lights of both the pool and the lower ceiling area where you were at a dim level, making a gorgeous combination with the gray matte porcelain floor and the marble walls and pillars.

Yunjin went to leave the towels on the chairs to the right, in a small raised area with white light below that had a few lounge chairs; she left the towels piled on one of them and went with Chaewon to the pool, which was L-shaped with the bottom cut out. They approached the stairs, took off their heels and dipped their feet in the water to stand on the first step.

"Oh god, the water is freezing," Chaewon said with a giggle, while Yunjin pulled her hair up into a high bun.

"It's perfect for washing down the alcohol, whatever," Yunjin said, then turned to look at you. "Ready for a little show?"

"At this point I won't be surprised by anything you two do," you replied from the raised area, arms crossed.

False. You wish you hadn't said that so you wouldn't look like a fool, as Chaewon and Yunjin both pulled their dresses up over their breasts, quite efficiently tucking the skirts at the neckline so that it held up like a top. This revealed both pairs of delicious bodies to you, as the only thing they were wearing were their respective panties. Chaewon's were white, thong-like ones. And Yunjin's were high-waisted black cheeky ones.

"What happened, manager-nim?" Chaewon asked with a giggle, seeing how you were stunned by their half naked bodies. "I thought nothing would surprise you."

"Yeah, well..." you couldn't find anything to say, and you definitely couldn't stop staring at them.

Yunjin and Chaewon laughed and went together into the pool, which was the perfect height for the three of you. While Chaewon's was shoulder-high, Yunjin's was just below her breasts. You went with them as they swam to the long end of the pool, rolling your sweatpants up to your knees, taking off your slippers, and sitting on the edge with your feet in the water.

"Huh? What are you doing there?" Yunjin asked, swimming to your feet. Chaewon swam backwards behind her, careful not to get her hair too wet. "Aren't you coming with us?" She grabbed your ankles, and you felt it as a warning.

"Uhm, I'm actually freezing," you replied, trying to get out of the situation. "I could catch a cold and die."

"Why worry about the cold when we can keep you warm down here?" Yunjin insisted, stroking your calves up and down. “Or did you forget why you came with us in the first place?”

Yunjin moved one of her hands up your calf to your crotch to meet your newly formed erection because of them. She squeezed it between her fingers and massaged it. 

You sighed.

“Are you really going to make me enter those Antarctic waters?” you asked, tilting your head.

“Oh yeah,” she nodded, biting her lip. “Unless you don’t want to get wet with us.”

“Some emotional blackmail you put on, woman,” you shook your head, and reluctantly stood up to take off your hoodie and sweatpants. Now in your boxers, you sat back down on the edge of the pool and slid in.

You gritted your teeth, tensed your body, and closed your eyes to keep from complaining, because the water was so cold that you felt it soak into your bones and freeze them. Yunjin immediately hugged you, both her arms and legs wrapped around your torso. You hugged her back, delighted to be able to feel that delicious body and that soft skin under your fingers.

"I know, I know..." Yunjin murmured, seeing that you were having a hard time with the water temperature. She made sure to be pressed against you, with as much skin as possible against yours. "Let me warm you up, manager-nim," she gave you a soft kiss. "Although I know a way to warm you up even more."

Chaewon swam to your back and hugged you and Yunjin at the same time, her chin resting on your left shoulder.

"And what way would that be?" You asked, already feeling more relieved to be in the middle of that sandwich. Your hands moved down from her waist to her buttocks, giving them a light squeeze and rubbing them up and down.

"Don't play dumb, manager-nim," Chaewon said in your ear, and slipped a hand between your body and Yunjin's to bring it inside your boxers. She grabbed your cock and held it between her fingers. "You know the answer, so you're going to say it."

"Yeah, but we know you well, and we know you won't say it that easily," Yunjin said. "So we're going to make you say it."

You chuckled.

"Are you going to drown me in the pool every time I refuse or what?"

Chaewon's response was to yank your boxers down, releasing your throbbing cock under the water. She wrapped her fingers around it, and slowly began to masturbate you. You gasped, and Yunjin smirked, unwrapping her legs from around your torso to press herself against the side of your body, leaving room for Chaewon to comfortably move her hand.

“Tell me something, manager-nim,” Chaewon murmured, giving you pecks on the side of your neck and then catching your earlobe between her lips. “In these two years, have you ever masturbated thinking about us?”

The question left you as cold as the pool water did when you got in, and your well-known answer made you blush. They were four of the stupidest hottest girls you had ever seen in your life, and they were all recently at their peak of hotness; it had to happen sooner or later for you.

“I...” you took a deep breath, trying not to look Yunjin in the eyes out of embarrassment.

“You have, huh?” Yunjin said, her gaze fixed on you. She held onto your shoulders with one arm while rubbing your abdomen with the other. "You don't have to be ashamed... it's not like we blame you. I've been given outfits that leave little to the imagination."

"How did you imagine us, manager nim?" Chaewon asked in a sexy murmur, still moving her hand on your cock. "Doggy style? From behind against the wall? Us riding you?"

"Or maybe sucking your cock?" Yunjin said, to spread kisses on your cheek near your lips. "Did you imagine my pretty lips around it?"

"I'm sure you also imagined yourself pounding my tight pussy," Chaewon said, moving her hand faster. Yunjin replaced it a couple seconds later.

"Or me jumping on your cock," the redhead said, jerking you off at a fast, steady pace. "Come on, don't be shy, manager-nim. Tell us."

"Please, manager-nim," Chaewon moaned into your ear, massaging your balls before replacing Yunjin's hand with her own. "We want to know."

You would have loved to be able to say something, but Chaewon was moving her hand so well on your cock that you were lost in the limbo of the physical and spiritual realm. You were brought out of your trance by her abruptly stopping her hand from moving.

"Ugh, no!" you whined, clenching your fists. Yunjin and Chaewon giggled.

"Then answer," Yunjin said, circling your tip with her index finger. "Have you masturbated to us or not?"

"Fuck, yes," you huffed. "More times than I'd like to admit."

Yunjin was the one in charge of grabbing your cock again and resuming the handjob, now faster.

"See? It wasn't that hard," Yunjin said with a giggle.

"You're such a pervert, manager-nim," Chaewon said, kissing your neck, while her hands roamed your chest. "Why don't we go outside and let us finish the work? Then maybe we can fulfill some of your little fantasies."

"What if the worker comes?" you said between gasps, since Yunjin was still jerking you off. "I don't want to get kicked out of the hotel with two days left here in New York."

"It's only been 10 minutes," Yunjin said, and let go of your cock. "We've got a good while left to have some fun."

"Then hurry up and get out," you said, trying to get out of the way of the two of them.

Chaewon and Yunjin stepped away from you and swam towards the pool stairs. You followed close behind. As you climbed out of the water you took the lead, heading straight to the small raised area near the exit to grab a towel and dry yourself off as much as you could, having to remove your boxers so as not to wet the lounge chair once you lay down on it. The girls certainly didn't mind, in fact they followed your lead and removed their panties, keeping their dresses bunched up around their chests.

They knelt on their lounge chairs facing you, and bent forward to bring their faces close to your cock, giving you a hot view of their arched backs and wonderfully raised cakes. You weren't shy at all, and as they peppered each side of your shaft with kisses and licks, you groped and squeezed their ass cheeks.

"Fuck, you have a very juicy cock, manager-nim," Chaewon panted, one hand on your thigh and the other around the base of your cock.

"I always knew he was packed," Yunjin said, stroking your cock from the middle up. You looked at her with a frown. "I should have seduced him earlier; now I see I had it pretty easy."

"Are you calling me a slut?" you asked between gasps, making them laugh.

"Considering how quickly you gave in," she shrugged and pondered the answer for a moment. "Yes."

Before you could answer Chaewon took you into her mouth, slowly pumping her head for a few inches and making you gasp. Yunjin joined in by using her tongue on your base and balls. You leaned forward a little, so you could extend your arms further and get your fingers between their ass cheeks and finger their pussies.

Chaewon moaned around your cock, quickly taking as much of your length into her small mouth as she could to pump faster and faster. A few seconds later she pulled out, giving way to Yunjin's perfect lips, which wrapped around your tip and went halfway down before coming back, in a pace that soon became fast and messy.

You rubbed your fingers between their soft and already wet folds as you watched Chaewon give you a sloppy blowjob, in aid of Yunjin's tongue and lips on the rest of your shaft. You didn't want to cum too fast to prolong that experience as much as possible, so you looked up and left your gaze on the cube-shaped lamps while you gasped.

But as hard as you were trying, Chaewon and Yunjin forced you to watch as they both slurped the saliva they themselves left on your cock, over and over again in a toe curling double blowjob that had you moaning like the slut Yunjin said you were. A few long seconds passed, until you couldn't control it, and you came as they were making out with your tip in the middle.

"Oh god!" You moaned, watching as Yunjin and Chaewon were still kissing each other even as your cum poured out in thick rivers and stained their tongues and mouths. They lapped up every drop, glad to swallow as much of your load as they could before using their mouths to get your cock clean and shiny again.

You didn't wait for either of them to say anything before you got up from your chair and went to kneel on the floor behind Chaewon, grabbing her firm ass cheeks and planting your face between them.

"Oh fuck!" she moaned in a small start, feeling your tongue move up and down her folds. "You were hungry for it weren't you?"

"You have no idea how much," you replied, squeezing her ass cheeks and eating her pussy like deep down you always wanted to do.

Within a few seconds Chaewon let her moans flow, soon drowned out by a kiss against Yunjin's lips. You devoured that tight pussy with devotion, with the sole goal of making her feel as good as she had made you feel just a couple of minutes ago. She let you know you were doing a good job by twisting her hips and pushing them back, urging you to keep going until you made her cum.

Her climax came not long after, thanks to the quick licks you gave to her clit and the intense way you groped her ass. She fell back with her hands braced against the chair Yunjin was on, writhing between cute moans and spasms.

“My god!” Chaewon groaned as you licked and kissed between her folds. “Why did you never say I was this good at eating pussy?!”

“I remind you that I’m your manager, Kim Chaewon,” you said, and stood up to spank her. An intrusive thought you let win. “I don’t think it would have been appropriate to tell you two days after your debut.”

“Ugh why now we women are the ones who have to make the first move!” she whined, now lying on her side to look at you with that adorable, usual expression she made when she got angry.

"I wasn't going to risk my career on whether you wanted cock or not. Don't be a bitch," you said, and walked around the front of the chairs to climb onto Yunjin's, who immediately hugged you by the neck and kissed you, pressing your torsos together and making your cock rub against her lower abdomen.

After a few seconds of making out with Yunjin you grabbed her by the thighs and made her sit down, with her back against the slanted back of the chair. You sat on the lower edge with your knees resting on the floor, leaning forward and bringing your mouth directly to Yunjin's pussy.

"Oh fuck yeah," Yunjin moaned, one hand on your head as you ate her out. "I should sneak around more often if this is the result."

"Don't push your fucking luck," you muttered, making her laugh. "If you want me to eat your pussy you just have to ask me nicely."

Yunjin moaned as you reached her clit and sucked gently on it.

"Mmmgh, really?" she asked, arching her back a little.

You smiled.

"Yeah, just fax me and get in line."

"Son of a bitch!" Yunjin squealed in annoyance and pulled at your hair, but her anger didn't last long as it didn't stop you from trying to give her the best pussy eating of her life.

Yunjin relaxed in the chair, leaning back and with her legs wide open to let you work. As the seconds passed she became more restless: she arched her back, tugged at your hair and breathed more heavily, until she ended up enclosing your head between her thighs. The grip was strong, with her calves crossed on your back, and you felt your head about to explode, but that was just like coal to your boiler.

"Fuck! Mmmgh!" Yunjin moaned, fingers clenching in your hair as you attacked her pussy mercilessly. “Right there manager-nim, yes, yes!”

Seconds later Yunjin exploded in your mouth, lifting her pelvis and holding onto your head with both hands. She bucked in her chair, moaning maybe a little too loudly, so you reached up and covered her mouth with your hand as her orgasm passed. When it did, she released your head and you pulled away from her pussy.

“Let’s go to my room right now,” you said, standing up to go get your clothes.

“What, why?” Chaewon asked. “We still have like half an hour.”

“If I fuck you guys the way I want to I’ll lose track of time,” you replied, picking up your sweatpants to put them on without your boxers as they were still wet. “And I don’t want the worker to come and find us in the middle of intercourse.”

"Yeah, that's fair," Chaewon said, and stood up to grab a towel and wrap it around her waist.

Once you were dressed you went to help Yunjin stand up and do the same as Chaewon did. You then grabbed all the wet underwear, wrung it out in a corner and carried it in your hand as the three of you left the pool area heading for the elevator. Upon reaching your floor you rushed to your room, and once inside, the two of them removed both their towels and what was left of their dresses from their bodies to jump into bed.

You stripped down at lightning speed and climbed into bed with them. Chaewon greeted you with her legs spread as you climbed on top of her to kiss her, wrapping her arms and legs around you. Yunjin settled on the left side next to Chaewon, and reached between your bodies to reach for your cock and stroke it; she had it hard in a moment, and without either of you asking, she took it inside Chaewon's pussy.

Chaewon squealed, and bit your lip unintentionally in shock. She dug her nails into your scalp, slightly tense as your cock forced its way between the tight walls of her pussy. You continued to kiss her, stifling moans of satisfaction until you finished with your entire length inside her.

"Mmmgh, manager-nim?" Chaewon moaned against your lips.

"Yes?" you gasped.

"Next time be a little bolder and ask me," she panted, stroking the hair on the back of your neck. "I can't believe I'm finding this out two years later."

"Or I could just sneak into your room and fuck you like the whore you are every chance I get," you replied in a sarcastic tone, beginning to move slowly.

"Oh, would you do that?" Chaewon asked with a giggle.

"Jeez, you're hopeless," you shook your head, moving from her lips to her neck to kiss it.

"You can always pretend you have an emergency and woosh! Catch him," Yunjin said from your left, kissing the other side of Chaewon's neck.

"Great Jennifer, give her ideas," you said between gasps, enjoying the way that tight pussy suffocated your cock every time it went inside. "As if I don't have enough with all the shit you two do on a daily basis already."

"You're overreacting, manager-nim," Chaewon moaned, tightening her grip on your torso, hands now on your neck. "We're not that unruly. But you made a big mistake, because now we're really gonna be bad bitches for this cock."

Mother of god, where the fuck have you gotten yourself into?

You forced Chaewon to release your torso and straightened your back to put her legs open, one over Yunjin, and with your hands on her thighs you began to go harder and harder. Chaewon sought out Yunjin's lips, and the two of them shared a steamy, sexy kiss as you fucked her pussy and made her moan against the redhead's lips.

Yunjin played with Chaewon's perky tits, pinching her nipples and massaging her mounds in the process, then moving her hand down her abdomen and to her pussy to rub her clit in quick circles. Chaewon pulled away from Yunjin's lips and arched her back, holding Yunjin's head with one arm and clutching a pillow over her head with the other.

"Does that feel good, Chaewonie?" Yunjin asked, bringing her mouth closer to one of Chaewon's tits to suck on it, circling her clit faster. You thrust harder, pounding that pussy between moans and with your fingers digging into her thighs.

"It's the best cock I've ever had in my fucking life!" Chaewon moaned, her mouth parted and her eyes fixed on you. "Please don't stop!"

Yunjin focused on licking Chaewon's nipple and moving her fingers faster, while you leaned forward a little just so you could thrust faster. Chaewon started moaning so loud that the very pillow she was clinging to became her muzzle, which she bit down on before covering her face with. An instant later she uncovered her face and exploded with a squeal, squeezing your cock as her orgasm made her shudder.

"Mmmm that's so fucking hot," Yunjin groaned, and got on her hands and knees beside Chaewon to reach over to her crotch, pulling your cock out of her pussy and bringing it into her mouth to suck on it for a few seconds. "You want me to ride you?" she asked.

"Who wouldn't want to be ridden by you?" you asked, and she smiled slowly stroking your cock.

"Wow, you're getting more and more points every time," she giggled. "This was quite a triple."

Yunjin made room for you to lay down in her spot with your head on the pillow. Already settled she straddled you, her pussy pressed against the back of your cock. She made eye contact with you as she untied her hair, and as she let it go she placed her hands on your chest and slowly ground her hips back and forth to rub your intimacies together.

"Are you gonna keep teasing me, Jennifer?" you asked with your hands on her thighs, looking into her eyes.

"Why? Are you desperate to be inside me, manager-nim?" she asked back and bent over you, running her hands up to cup your face. You brought your hands to her waist and then to her ass to squeeze it. "I think you want it even more than I do."

"You better shut the fuck up," you said, and reached for your cock to press it between Yunjin's folds. She giggled, and cooperated by slowly lowering her hips until she was fully impaled on your shaft.

"Oh god this feels better than I expected," Yunjin moaned with her ass resting on your pelvis and her hands on your shoulders. "I hope you know you just created a monster."

"I remind you again that I'm your manager, woman," you panted as she began to move up and down. "You're playing with fire and you might burn me by accident."

"Don't be like that, baby," she panted, giving you small kisses as she moved gradually harder. You had her red hair all over your face, but that and you groping her ass only made it hotter. "No one has to find out, right? It'll be our little secret."

“As you wish,” you replied, squeezing her ass cheeks before dropping your hands to the sides of her lower back. “But if it starts to affect your career or mine I will turn you off immediately.”

“Deal,” Yunjin said with a smirk, and crashed her lips against yours before going wild.

Yunjin grabbed your face and stuck her tongue inside your mouth, seeking to take control of the kiss. You happily gave in, content to let her do whatever she wanted with you as long as she kept moving on your cock, with those hip movements that were slow, deep, and deadly. After a few seconds she moved to your neck, to fill it with sucks, kisses, and finally biting you. She cried out when you spanked her with both hands, which prompted her to move faster and with less control.

"Hey, don't even think about leaving me out," you heard Chaewon say on the left, and she somewhat roughly pushed Yunjin off your chest to climb on top of you and sit on your face with her calves on your arms.

With your view now blocked by Chaewon's ass you had no choice but to adapt to the situation and put your mouth and hands to work. She pushed her hips back, smothering you between her perfect ass cheeks, which you held onto to spread  them and allow yourself to breathe while you ate her pussy.

"Can't you stop seeking attention for five minutes?" Yunjin asked Chaewon, planting her feet on the mattress to squat on your cock, fast and hard. "Oh god I was riding him so good!"

"And now you're bouncing on his cock," Chaewon replied between moans, her hands on your chest. You could hear her sharing sloppy kisses with Yunjin. "What's the fucking difference?"

“That I like looking into guys' eyes while I ride them!” Yunjin protested, moaning louder and louder as she bounced faster on your cock.

Chaewon didn’t say anything else as the two of them began to kiss and muffle their moans against each other’s lips until Yunjin came, grinding her hips with your cock buried deep in her pussy and shaking on top of you. Her orgasm having passed, Yunjin climbed off you and collapsed to the side. Chaewon then raised her hips and knelt beside your head.

“Manager-nim,” Chaewon told you as you sat up, staring at you with those puppy subby eyes. “You’re not going to tell HYBE anything about us sneaking out tonight, are you?”

You looked at her with a poker face.

"What kind of dishonest man do you take me for? Of course not," you replied, brushing a lock of sweaty blonde hair from her cheek. "Next time just tell me and I'll go with you."

Chaewon's eyes lit up like two cute lanterns.

"Really?"

"Aha," you nodded. "Only if you're a good girl and get on your hands and knees for me."

Chaewon complied with the order and turned around to bend forward and rest her hands on the mattress, knees apart and ass raised high for you. You positioned yourself behind her, and with one hand on her waist you went back inside the tightest pussy you'd ever been in. She looked at you over her shoulder and hugged the same pillow from a moment ago tightly, biting it the moment you started to thrust.

The view you had was perfect, and enviable to the you of a few months ago, who could only access it through a very lucky wet dream. But now it was for real: you had a hot view of Kim Chaewon, with that appetizing ass that looked small but whose shape was perfect, and that milky attractive back that had you salivating since the Smart stages.

"Go hard, honey," Chaewon moaned, still looking at you. "Please forget your position and fuck me like I'm all yours."

"Oh, if you insist that much," you nodded slowly, and let out a spank so hard that the shape of your hand was instantly marked in red. Chaewon squealed into the pillow. You then started going really hard on her, making the sound of her ass slapping against your pelvis reverberate through your room.

"Fuck! Just like that!" Chaewon squealed, and buried her face into the pillow. You gave her another spank to make her scream. "Fuck!! More!" another spank. "MORE!!"

One more spank, and this time you grabbed a handful of her blonde hair and pulled it back, in turn separating Chaewon's face from the pillow. Now her moans were fully audible as you pounded her pussy like she was a human fleshlight.

Yunjin had already recovered, and without asking Chaewon's permission, she did her best to get under her and stack their pussies together. Before the baby tiger could protest, Yunjin began kissing every corner of her face and neck to make her melt quite efficiently, as Chaewon was still entirely focused on you and your cock.

"God you are such a pillow slut," Yunjin teased Chaewon, grabbing her ass cheeks and spanking her in the same spots as you. "A little more and you'll be calling him daddy."

"Stop giving her ideas, Jennifer!" you growled through clenched teeth at how good Chaewon's pussy felt in that position.

"I'm gonna cum daddy! Mmmgh fuck!!" Chaewon squealed, burying her face in Yunjin's neck.

"Late," Yunjin laughed looking at you. You just shook your head. "It's your fault for falling into our trap."

"Listen here you little piece of..." you said, being interrupted by Chaewon's orgasm and cute whimpers. You placed a hand on her lower back, fucking her slowly until her body stopped shaking. Then you pulled out of her pussy to switch directly to Yunjin's.

"Hey!" Yunjin squealed when you got balls deep inside her again. "Warn me!"

"For what?" you raised an eyebrow. "I'm sure you got down there because you were desperate for me to be inside you again."

Yunjin blushed and rolled her eyes, which was enough to prove you right. You smiled, and grabbed her thighs to press them against Chaewon's. With her, you took off at full speed from the start, already in search of your own climax, which was only getting closer by leaps and bounds.

Yunjin clung to Chaewon with her arms around her neck, moaning in her ear as you hammered her pussy even harder than Chaewon. Sweat was already pouring down your temples, proof that you were giving it your all when you were already exhausted after so many hours of work. It was definitely worth it, because just like Chaewon's, Yunjin's pussy felt so good that it made you use energy reserves you didn't even know you had.

But what kept you going at your best wasn't that, it was the possibility of seeing those two girls go crazy with pleasure thanks to you, and Yunjin's face being fucked mercilessly was like an expensive piece of art in the Louvre museum, especially when a couple of minutes later she came for the second time on your cock.

"Dear fucking lord please cum honey!" Yunjin screamed as you fucked her like an animal through her orgasm. "Oh my god cum!!"

Seconds later, when you felt yourself about to explode, you quickly pulled yourself out of her and went to kneel right next to both of their heads. They both turned their faces towards you, and stuck their tongues out as you stroked your cock rapidly, until with a loud moan you exploded.

The thick strings of cum came out in strong jets and landed on both of their angelic faces, every corner being painted white and getting sticky. What fell on Chaewon's face spilled onto Yunjin's, who collected most of the drops in a pool on her tongue. By the time your climax passed those two were a mess, so covered in cum that Chaewon kept one eye closed and Yunjin had her lips stuffed.

"Oh my god..." you gasped, mesmerized by the sight. "Stay there."

Even though you felt on the verge of collapse, your protective manager instinct kicked in and you were forced to go to the bathroom to get some toilet paper and help them clean themselves up. But as you did so, you realized something that you hadn't realized in all the fuss, something that left you staring into space.

Sakura's room was right next door.

Shit.

[not-neverland06]

n a s t y d o g I logan howlett x fem!mutant!reader

One-shot A/N: I've never felt this way about a fictional character before. Every gif I see of him has me gnawing and biting at the bars of my enclosure. I want to bite him. If Hugh Jackman ever discovered what thoughts lurk inside my rotted brain about him he'd get a restraining order. This isn't OKAY Anyways... Summary: You'd thought you'd had a good thing going with Logan. You weren't officially anything to each other, but you were getting close. You truly saw a future with him, but he made it incredibly clear he did not feel the same 18+ HATE FUCKING (MDNI)

(one chance please, just one chance with him)

“Are you sure this isn’t totally clingy girlfriend of me?”

Ororo gives you an irritated look and Jean laughs. “Not at all, Scott loves it when I surprise him like this.” You’re all huddled in your room, each of you in varying stages of getting ready. Jean is finishing off her eyeliner at your vanity, Ororo is putting on her boots, and you’re trying to decide between a skirt and a dress. 

You’re not entirely sure how, or why, Logan and Scott decided to go to the bar together tonight. You suspect it has something to do with Jean. She wants them to start getting along so there’s less friction when you’re all around each other. 

At Jean’s idea, Logan had muttered, “When hell freezes over,” in your ear before he had left for the night. You’d gotten a little antsy without him to entertain you and had mistakenly blurted out the idea of going to visit them. Ororo had been dying to get out of the house and Jean was a little worried about her boyfriend as well. They’d agreed to go along with you and you’ve felt a weight in your stomach ever since. 

Your relationship with Logan was relatively new. Hell, a month ago you’d thought he’d hated you the same he did Scott. You’d, of course, been proven wrong when you’d had a few drinks with him and things had taken a very physical turn. 

You weren’t sure if he’d just wanted a one-night stand or something serious. But when you’d tried to sneak out the next morning and he’d muttered a grumpy, “Where’re you going?” You’d gotten your answer. 

You hadn’t been on any real dates, there didn’t ever seem to be time for them. But you spent most of your days together. Sometimes just silently enjoying each other’s company, other times you would be holed up in one of your rooms cuddling. The thought always brings a stupid lovesick grin to your face. 

It’s one of your first real relationships and you’re worried that things are moving a little too fast. At least on your end. You can already tell that you’re falling for him. Headfirst into the deep end of love. And it’s terrifying because you truly cannot tell what he thinks about you. Clearly, he likes you. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t let you follow him around like a lost puppy. 

But he’s never truly said anything to you. There’s no official label as to what you two are. You say girlfriend off-handly and you usually don’t mean it when you reference yourself. You’ve never outright said he’s your boyfriend and he’s never really claimed you. He’s made it explicitly clear he doesn’t want you sleeping with other men, and you’ve said the same to him about women. You both agreed on that, but…

You kind of drive yourself crazy trying to figure this out. He’s not vocal about his feelings and everything’s still new so you don’t like pressuring him. You also worry that if you push him too far he’ll just get tired of you and move on. It’s not fair to assume that of him, and you know everything would be better if you just talked to him. But you’re scared. You’re scared the conversation will take the wrong direction and everything will blow up in your face. 

Jean calls your name and your head shoots up to see both Ororo and Jean looking at you expectantly. You flush when you realize they must have been talking to you and you’d just completely zoned out thinking about Logan. 

“Huh?” You blurt out, cringing at how dumb you sound. 

Jean gives you a concerned look, “I can practically taste your anxiety.” The telepath frowns and offers you a comforting smile. “Don’t worry about it, I promise, Logan won’t mind at all.”

“You’re fine,” Ororo adds, because clearly the look on your face screams, I need constant validation. They’re not wrong, but still, you hate feeling like an exposed bundle of nerves. “Think of it as girl’s night, the boys just happen to be there.” 

You force a smile on your face and give your most enthusiastic nod. You change into the dress and finish up with your hair. You finally start chatting with them again, engaging so it might disguise just how nervous you feel. 

There’s this clenching feeling, traveling from your stomach up to your chest. It makes you sick, makes you hurt. And it’s not because you think Logan will be upset with you for crashing. He’d be relieved, if anything. There’s something else. Premonition isn’t one of your abilities, but you’re seriously starting to doubt that now. 

The bar is loud when you walk in. The soles of your shoes immediately start to stick to the floor and your nose screws up in disgust at the loud laughter coming from around the pool tables. You glance around, trying to see if you can spot Logan. 

You’d say you could spot him in any crowd. But has a propensity to hunker down and try to attract as little attention as possible so people don’t bother him. “There he is,” Jean taps your shoulders and points to the two men at the end of the bar. 

Like you’d thought, Logan is hunched over his whiskey, glowering down at the wood under him like it had insulted him. You almost want to laugh at the sight. Some of the earlier anxiety eases its grip on you and you feel your shoulders begin to untense. 

Before you can walk over Ororo grabs Jean’s wrist. “Gotta go to the bathroom,” she tugs Jean behind her. 

Jean looks over her shoulder at you and smiles encouragingly, “Go to them, we’ll catch up in a second.” You give her a tentative nod and slip through the crowd. There are more people here than you thought there would be. 

You’re happy not to spot any kids in the crowd. You’ve had a few too many nights out crashed by kids who thought they were good at sneaking out. 

It’s easy enough not to spot you or the other women in the crowd. Mutants have gotten good at blending in with the people around them. Makes it easier to get around. It’s probably why neither Logan nor Scott stop their conversation as you approach. “So,” Scott draws the word out, fingers tapping against the glass of his beer. 

“Don’t,” Logan warns. You want to laugh at his grumpy demeanor, but someone’s accidentally elbowed you and you find yourself stumbling a few steps back. It’s taking entirely too long to get to them, the bar isn’t even that big. There’s just that many people here. 

Scott ignores him and rolls his eyes. “Look, we’re stuck here for a while. Try and pull that stick out of your ass.”

“How about I put one in yours?” Logan’s claws come out slightly. But then they both share an odd look and Scott smirks. “Shut the fuck up,” Logan grouses, “not like that.”

“Right,” Scott huffs out a laugh and shakes his head. He picks up his bottle and takes a long drink. You’ve nearly reached them now. You stop, though, when you hear Scott say your name. You shouldn’t, you really shouldn’t. Eavesdropping now is just asking to get hurt. 

You drop back into the crowd, hoping the smells of others will stop Logan from discovering you lurking behind them both. Scott continues, “How’s that going?”

You crane your neck forward, trying to hear them better over the karaoke happening behind you. Someone is butchering Britney Spears but you couldn’t care less right now. Logan shouldn’t answer. Since when has he ever shared anything with Scott?

So, imagine your surprise when his answer isn’t immediately telling him to fuck off. “Eh,” he shrugs, downing the rest of his whiskey. Your face drops in irritation. Seriously, all this skulking around for an Eh? That’s bullshit. 

You keep yourself from stepping forward, forcing your feet still, and ignoring the little voice in the back of your head telling you this is a bad idea. You’ve committed this much, you’re seeing it through. Scott whistles lowly, “That bad, huh?” Oh, fuck off, Summers. 

Logan shakes his head and for a moment you have a brief feeling of hope lifting you up. “Nah, not bad. It’s just, I don’t know.” Logan sits up and signals the bartender for a refill. Your snooping senses go off and you briefly see Ororo and Jean exiting the bathroom. Desperate for something to keep them at bay, you flick your wrist. The man in front of them tips his drink down Jean’s shirt, slurring out apologies. Jean huffs and Ororo brings her back into the bathroom. 

Scott and Logan somehow missed the whole interaction and you promise yourself that you’ll pay for Jean’s dry cleaning. You’re definitely not going to. “Think she wants something I don’t,” Logan tells Scott, and your heart plummets to your feet. You can practically see it deflate, all the lovesickness draining out of it and onto the floor of this grimy bar. 

“Like, she just wants to fuck around?”

Logan shakes his head and downs another glass of whiskey. He’s just swallowing it down like it’s water. At a certain point, the bartender gets sick of it and just leaves him with the bottle. “No, she wants something real. Like a real relationship.” Scott’s brows furrow and Logan shrugs. “Not interested.” 

It’s the way he says it that really bothers you. There’s nothing wrong with wanting something different in a relationship. It happens all the time. But he says it so dismissively. He knows that you want something real with him, something secure and loving. He knows that, continues to fuck you and lead you on, and then speaks as though you’re an idiot for ever being interested in that. 

Hurt hasn’t set in yet. You’re staring wide-eyed, jaw agape with shock as you stare at Logan’s back. You’d thought a conversation needed to be had. But you didn’t think that he thought of you like this. You’d thought you meant something to him. 

Scott seems to share the sentiment, his lips tugged down into a frown. He leans against the bar, surveying Logan with a disbelieving look. “What?” Logan snaps.

Scott raises his hands in surrender, shaking his head and backing off. “Nothing, man, I just thought you two were serious about each other.” You miss whatever Logan says as an arm slings itself around your shoulder. 

“What’re you doing?” A husky, seductive voice whispers against the shell of your ear. You jump in shock, glaring at Ororo as she grins at you. She lets her arm slide off your shoulders and glances over at Jean. “I think she was spying.”

Jean nods, nudging you forward. “Definitely spying. Hear anything good?”

You fortify your mind against her probing fingers before she can find out. “Nope,” you blurt out. You hope the racing of your heart is dismissed by your constantly frazzled nature. You hope the look on your face is explained by your earlier boredom and anxiety. You pray that none of them notice the way you lean away from Logan when the men finally turn around and notice you all. 

Scott breathes out a dramatic sigh of relief and slumps onto Jean. “Thank god, I thought I was going to die trying to talk to this brick wall.” his eyes flick towards you in a blink-and-you-miss-it moment. There’s a brief pitying look before he grins. “Come to get your boyfriend?” There’s a heavy emphasis on the word that you never would have noticed had you not heard their conversations. 

It’s clearly a petty dig at Logan. And you would appreciate it if you didn’t feel the sudden urge to vomit up your dinner. “Thought you might need saving from Logan.” You tell him, a chuckle hiding the slight tremor in your voice. 

You’re not sure if he does, but you hope Logan notices how you avoided the word boyfriend. You hope that he hurts the same way you do. But you know, deep down, that he doesn’t care. He’s probably relieved that you didn’t use the title. 

Logan gets off his stool, he wraps his arm around your shoulder, and pulls you into a brief hug. His lips press against your temple before he dips down to whisper, “Thank you,” in your ear.

Asshole, he’s not allowed to smile at you the way he is. If you weren’t in such a crowded place and already overstimulated, you’d shove him away. If your friends weren’t watching you’d take his arm and slam it down onto the bar until you hear his fucking adamantium bones break. 

That might have been too far. Maybe you’re not that angry, but you’re hurt.

You place your hands against his chest, a thin smile on your lips while you hum a simple, “Mhm.” He doesn’t seem to notice the way you push away from him. It’s easily dismissed by you cheekily stealing his seat at the bar. 

He comes up behind you, hands bracketing you and keeping you stuck against the bar while you order your drink. One of his hands drifts down, laying against your thigh. You know this isn’t sexual, this is him comforting you. 

He shouldn’t know how horrible you feel in such busy places. He shouldn’t know that and know that his touch is grounding and then help you. Not if he doesn’t want something serious. If he didn’t want to be your boyfriend, didn’t want to be anything but a fuck, then why do this to you? Did he not think this was leading you on? Is this just him caring for you?

You’ll drown in a sea of unanswered questions before the night is over if you linger too long. You tip your head back, let your shot burn its way down your throat, and turn towards the others with a smile. You feel your worries fade and your focus loosen as you simply drift further into your mind. 

You must have disassociated or something. By the time you realize you’re no longer hearing bad karaoke and your elbows aren’t sticking to the bar, you’re already home. You stare in the mirror, hand pausing as you brush your teeth before you quickly finish. 

You didn’t drink much, you never do. It fucks with your abilities and causes migraines. You rinse your mouth out and glance into your bedroom. Logan groans and stretches. His back bows, muscles flexing and you rip your eyes away. You can’t let yourself be distracted by the chest you want to drape yourself across. 

You need to talk to him. It’s never been more clear. You wipe your mouth and toss the towel onto the rim of the sink. You take in a deep breath, trying to get rid of the nerves plaguing you. It’s never worked before, it’s not going to suddenly cure you now. 

You give up on the thought and instead, shove down the anxiety until you have enough confidence to speak. It takes a little while, Logan peaks an eye open, eyebrows quirked when he sees you just staring at him. “Something up, bub?” he flexes, on purpose, and you roll your eyes. You grab his shirt out of your hamper and toss it at him. 

“Put this on. Can’t think when you look like that.”

He chuckles, “That’s the point.” at your pointed glare his smile drops and he tugs the beater on. It barely does anything to deter you. If anything you’re having more trouble paying attention. Especially now that his full attention is on you. The humor is gone from the room, a thick tension replaces it. Logan seems to feel it, sitting up straighter and glaring at you like he’s trying to read your mind. “What’s wrong?” It’s a demand more than a question. 

It’s hard to look at him. But you refuse to let yourself cower now. You take in a fortifying breath and let your gaze bore into his. You put all the hurt and anger you feel into it, willing yourself to be firm. “We need to talk.”

“‘Bout what?” He’s brusque, but there’s a slight concern to his tone. 

There’s no point hiding this. And maybe you had misheard, maybe there was a conversation prefacing the one you’d heard. And you’ll talk it out and everything will be okay. “I heard you and Scott talking at the bar.”

The hope you had, as minimal as it was, is dashed at your feet. He sucks in a deep breath and the look on his face has you crestfallen. You can feel your chest cave in. You feel so stupid all of a sudden. Constantly following after him, even before you started dating him. Looking at him with stars in your eyes and latching onto his every move and word. 

You’d worshiped him, put him up on a pedestal he didn’t deserve. Superhuman or not, at the end of the day he was still a man. And they’ve done nothing but disappoint you. You suck your teeth, gaze dropping to your feet as you fight back the tears in your eyes. “Right,” you whisper, stepping back from him. 

“Look,” he starts. You force your eyes up and watch as he rubs uncomfortably at the back of his neck. He takes a step towards you and you shake your head, stepping away from him. His arms fall to his sides and he sighs. “Sorry,” he mutters.

“That’s it?” You demand, tone incredulous. You weren’t some great love or anything. But that’s seriously all he has to say.

He opens his mouth, eyes softening as he stares at you. Then he snaps it shut, something covers his face and his expression is borderline cruel as he sneers at you. “Not my fault you got in over your head, kid. Never said I wanted anything more with you.” He points at you, and you suddenly feel like a little girl getting scolded. You’ve never had a partner make you feel this small, especially not Logan. “You were just convenient.”

You rear back like he slapped you. You think it might have hurt less than that. To know you wasted so much time on such a fucking dick makes you want to throw up. Or scream, or cry. You can’t decide on one. But your powers can, the walls are shaking, knick-knacks falling off your shelves as energy pulses from you. 

You’ll face the hurt, the sadness, the horrible ache of rejection later. Right now, you need him out of your face before you bring the whole mansion crumbling down around you. “Out.” You grind the word out, turning away from him and clutching your hands to your chest. You take in quick, rapid breaths, trying to think of anything other than how horrible you feel. 

You haven’t lost control like this in a long time. You’re not going to give him the satisfaction of being the reason you get put on probation again. He whispers your name, coming up behind you like he’s going to touch you. 

You want to lash out, want to hurt him like he’s hurt you. But you’ll only cause more damage than necessary. He’s not worth hurting the kids in the rooms around you. You shove past him, ignoring the way he shouts your name. 

You dart out into the hall, grateful there are so few people milling around. Nearly everyone’s asleep, just a few stragglers finishing up their homework for tomorrow. A few of them give you odd looks that turn concerned when they see Logan chasing after you. Your bones are practically vibrating by the time you make it outside. 

You rush towards the grove of trees at the back of the mansion. Your knees give out under you before you can make it very far. Energy pulses out of you in an explosive circle. You hear bark crack and turn into nothing but dust as the air around you trembles. 

It’s a relief, like going to the bathroom after holding it all day. You feel it drain away from you, a plug pulled out as the energy rushes from you. It slows after a minute, feeling more like a leak than a steady stream. 

Your hands shake by your sides as you lay trembling on the grass. Your eyelids flutter shut and you try and keep them open but it’s hard. All of your energy had been spent keeping yourself in check until you made it out of the mansion. 

“I’ve got you,” a voice mutters near your ear. Familiar strong arms dip under your knees, lifting you up and pulling you into a sturdy chest. You recognize the body, recognize the uncomfortable warmth coming from him. But your tongue won’t work and you're passing out before you can try and push him away. 

You’re in your own bed when you wake up again. You’re briefly comforted by the warm feeling of the sheets around you before you realize how cold the other side of the bed is. You’re so used to the feeling of someone being beside you that it’s jarring for no one to be there. You sit up, a spark of anxiety lighting up inside you before it’s being quelled by an outside force. 

“I think it’s best if we keep that under control.” You’re not surprised to hear Charles’s voice. You can’t be, not when he’s actively keeping you calm and placid. You lean back against your headboard. You tilt your head lazily, looking at him while he looks out the window. 

“That tree was a hundred years old.”

You wince, face screwing up when you remember the large oak tree you obliterated last night. “I can remake it,” you promise. 

“You could,” he corrects, “but whatever happened last night between you and Logan is causing your powers to be volatile.” He finally turns towards you, the motor of his wheelchair a dull buzz as he smiles at you. There’s no resentment in his gaze at least. You’d known he wouldn’t be mad at you. He was used to accidents like this. Had you hurt another person, however, this would be an entirely different conversation. 

There’s a dull ache in your chest at the mention of Logan, but it’s quickly covered by another wave of calm from Charles. He smiles and holds out two metal bracelets. They’re thick, something red inlaid into the black metal. They look like handcuffs more than anything. His lips quirk up at your thought and you frown. 

“That’s what they are, right? Cuffs.”

“You’re not a criminal,” he assuages, his tone gentle as you take them from him. There’s a small silver button inside that you click and the metal springs open. You place your left wrist inside and it snaps shut, it’s a snug fit. It won’t be moving around anytime soon. You put the right one on and feel Charles’ hold on your mind ease the second it's closed. Every horrible feeling from last night crashes down on you and you nearly choke on it. 

You wonder how Charles managed to keep you asleep for so long without the roof crumbling. He chuckles, the noise tired. “Jean helped me. It took a while for the cuffs to be ready.”

The way he says that causes alarms to go off in your head. “How long?” He takes in a sharp breath and shakes his head, attempting to dismiss the question. “Charles,” you snap, voice bordering on a shout. 

“Two days,” he says. You gasp and slump back against your sheets. He says your name but you get to your feet and pace. You don't know what to do with yourself. There’s energy buzzing under your skin, but the cuffs are keeping it at bay. It feels wrong like your pores are being clogged with acid. 

“Two days.” You look over at him, horror painting your face and you can see why he was so apprehensive to tell you. “It’s never been that bad before.”

“No,” he starts cautiously, “It hasn’t. Which makes me wonder, what transpired between you and Logan that destroyed my grandfather’s tree?” 

You cringe at the mention of the tree. He’s never going to let go of that. Even when you recreate it, he’s still going to hold it over your head. His teasing eases you out of the spiral you were heading down and you glance over at him. “You’ve been in my head for two days. I’m sure both you and Jean already know.”

He smacks his lips together and shrugs, clasping his hands in front of himself. “Simply seeing if you wanted to discuss it, my dear.”

You vehemently shake your head and sit back down on your bed. “No, I don’t want to talk about him. I don't want to see him.” Charles gives you a look like he doesn’t believe you and you hate it. You truly don’t want to see Logan again. Just thinking about him makes you want to explode. He was a pig and you regret ever wasting your time on him. 

There’s a shriveled part of your heart weeping somewhere, but you crush in your fist until it shuts the fuck up. “Right,” Charles nods. “I do believe it’s best for your recovery that we keep you two separated for a while.” He rolls past you and places a comforting hand on yours. “Rest, you’ll feel more like yourself soon.”

You nod and watch him leave. Exhaustion suddenly seems to drop its heavy weight on your shoulders. Two days being restrained by telepaths probably wasn’t very restful. You lay across your comforter, rolling over and hoping when you wake up your heart will be healed. 

Two weeks. Two pathetic, snot-filled, and disgusting weeks of sobbing over Logan. You felt like a sixteen-year-old again, crying over the boy that didn’t like you back. It was awful, especially knowing that the entirety of the mansion knew what was wrong with you. 

Your students would leave your class and you would lock your doors, hiding under your desk as you wept. Those with superhearing or telepathy would bake you cookies and leave gifts at your door. It was sweet, but honestly made you feel ten times worse. You felt like your sadness was a burden you were forcing everyone to carry. 

Your mother would be so disappointed in you. She’d always told you that you mourn a relationship half the amount of time you were in it. Of course, hers never lasted more than a few weeks. And she’d had more boyfriends than you could count on three hands. 

Besides, you were allowed to wallow for a while. This was someone you were starting to fall for. To be so blind going into and leaving the relationship was awful. Having the rug ripped out from under you had been cruel and needless. You’re resentful and grateful he’d been so horrifically honest with you. On one hand, if the relationship had just ended, you’d be pining after him. Wondering what you’d done to lose such an amazing guy. 

But being faced with the brutal truth, knowing he was a piece of shit, it makes you hate yourself. You should have seen it. Should have known that he didn’t want you like you wanted him. But there were never any signs. You’d run it through your head a million times. Every interaction you’ve ever had with him. None of it shows you where he’d been lying to you or using you. You can’t even trust yourself anymore. 

There’s a loud knock on your door and you sniffle, tossing another tissue in the trash as you go to answer it. “Hello?” You croak. You can barely see, eyes puffy and so swollen your vision is blurry. 

“Holy hell,” Ororo scoffs and shakes her head. She pushes into your room and slams the door shut before anyone can see how awful you look. To be fair, you keep yourself relatively put together during the day. But it’s after hours now, you’re allowed to be a mess. 

“You look like shit.” 

Neither of you are prepared as you begin to blubber. Your lips tremble and your voice shakes as you begin to sob. “I know,” you wail. “I hate it.” Ororo’s eyes widen in horror and she quickly pushes you into your desk chair, grabbing a box of tissues and shoving it in your hands. 

“I feel,” you stutter, having to take in a few shuddering breaths before you can get the words out. “He tore out my heart and ripped it up with his stupid fucking claws.”

“Okay, okay,” Ororo runs her hands over your arms, trying to soothe you. “I know, sh, it’s okay.” She groans, “Stop crying,” she pleads under her breath. 

“I’m trying!” You snap at her, running hands over your wet cheeks and trying to swallow down the rest of your tears. 

“Look,” she steps back and shakes her head. She glances down at you, disgust poorly hidden on her face. She’s really fucking bad at comforting someone. “This is awful, I can’t take it anymore. You two keep dancing around each other and you’re putting everyone on edge. You won’t stop crying and he keeps going off,” she holds her hands up and shakes her head. “I just can’t do it anymore.”

You frown, brows turning down in confusion. “What?” You didn’t think Logan would be mad. You pictured him skipping through a field of daisies, happy to finally be rid of you. It only made you hate yourself more that you were still crying over it all. 

“He’s kind of losing it,” she seems reluctant to relent the information. “Look,” she kneels in front of you and snatches the tissue box from your hand. She tosses it to the side and forces you to meet her eyes. “He’s in love with you. We all know it, Jean’s confirmed it. He loves you, he needs you, he’s just terrified to admit it. He’s afraid of what's going to happen if you two become real.”

Your eyes widen with the realization. She nods enthusiastically as you connect the pieces. You can’t deny what’s so plainly laid in front of you when she assures you that even Jean knows. Jean knowing means she just did a nosy dive into his head. 

You can picture what could happen. With rom-com levels of nauseating romance, you run to find him. You tell him you don’t care that he’s afraid. You don’t care he pushed you away and you do love him. He’s not going to lose you. Nothing can rip you apart. You ride off into the sunset on Scott’s bike blah blah blah. 

This isn’t a fucking romance. And you’re not going to cry over a man who's too much of a pussy to admit he has feelings. You like men who have emotional depth deeper than a teaspoon. “Are you fucking kidding me?"

Ororo’s face blanches and she slowly backs away from you as you stand. “No,” she answers slowly, like she’s not sure of herself now. 

“That’s what I’ve been crying over?” You feel upset for an entirely different reason. You never misread the signs. You never missed a hint that he didn’t feel what you did. He did! He was just happier letting you doubt yourself and the love you held for him than admitting he felt something. You tear off the depression hoodie you’ve been living in for the past two weeks. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!”

You don’t know where you’re going. Normally, you’d run into a forest to let out a blast of energy. It drained you enough that you wouldn’t have to feel anything. But with these cuffs on, you can’t do anything. 

You storm out of your room and stomp down the stairs, uncaring who you wake up. You’ve wasted so much time on Logan, you refuse to stay in your room and cry for another fucking night. 

“I want to see her,” Logan growls. He tries to move around Charles, but he stops him with his mind, holding him in place while Jean disappears inside your room. Logan watches her go and glares at her retreating back as the door closes behind her. 

It’s been a day already, you’ve never needed to be out for more than a few hours. He doesn’t want to think that there’s anything wrong with you, that he might have permanently broken something inside you. 

That talk at the bar with Scott had been stupid. He would have said anything to get him to shut the fuck up and leave him alone. He didn’t really mean what he said, he just wanted him to back off. And saying that your relationship wasn’t anything was quicker than pouring out every thought he’s had of you. 

It was easier lying than it was to admit just how much he wanted you. Just how far he would go for you. But then you’d overheard, and you brought it up. And there’d been faith on your face. Like even you couldn’t believe what he had said because you could see through the bullshit. 

But all Logan had seen was a way out. This was an opportunity to finally get out of the suffocating clutches of something he didn’t want to admit was love. He took the chance before he could think. It’s what he was used to. Taking the easy way out, especially when it came to shit like emotions. 

He hadn’t thought you were going to explode, though. Because that’s exactly what you’d done. By the time he’d caught up to you, you’d burned a crater into the ground and had destroyed Charles’ stupid fucking tree. 

Seeing you like that, laying there lifeless, it terrified him. He didn’t want to live in a world that you weren’t in. There was no fucking point. It was sobering, realizing that, and then realizing that he was the reason you were like that in the first place. 

He didn’t want to live without you and he certainly would never be able to come to terms with being the reason you were dead. But it didn’t matter, whatever realizations he was coming to. Charles and Jean were completely blocking him from your room. They weren’t even giving him a chance to look at you. And he was about five seconds away from ripping the old bastard’s head off and just barrelling inside. 

He didn’t care what they said, he needed to see that you were okay. “I’m afraid you’re not going to be able to see her for a very long time.”

“Stay out of my head,” Logan growls, glaring down at the man. “What are you talking about?” He presses, finally processing the rest of his sentence.

Charles sighs and rolls away from him. Logan glares at his back but ultimately follows. “You were the cause of this, yes?” Reluctantly, Logan nods, there’s no point in hiding it. He’s sure Charles already knows. “For her own safety, the two of you will need to remain separated.”

That had been it. There was no arguing about it. No fighting Charles. It was for your safety that he stayed away from you. No matter how much he wanted to explain himself, he wouldn’t risk another meltdown like that. 

You didn’t deserve to get hurt because of someone like him. He wouldn’t be able to stand hurting you again. 

But two weeks seemed like a lot. At a certain point, he’s sure you’re just avoiding him. He knows he can’t blame you. He’d been a fucking idiot. But that didn’t make him any happier. If anything, he was getting more and more pissed off every day. 

He had less patience for mistakes. Was lashing out at the kids more often and don’t even get started on the petty fucking fights he was picking with Scott. How long did you fucking need before you talked to him again?

He knows you’re upset, your crying keeps everyone up at night. Something he’s sure you’d be mortified to learn about. Why won’t you let him comfort you? Why do you have to be so petulant, running around the corner every time you see him? Pointedly ignoring him when you’re in the same room together. 

He could fix this, make this all better. But you’re just not letting him. He knows this is why he loves you. It’s why he was so drawn to you. You seem like a bundle of nerves, constantly flitting around and keeping yourself small. It had been off-putting at first. And then he’d seen you training with Scott, kicking his ass more like. A switch had been flicked in his head. 

He could finally see you for what you were. He finally realized that it was your abilities you were keeping small. You were a fucking spitfire and you didn’t hesitate to tell him off, he loved it. Loved arguing with you just so he could see you get all pissed off. 

But that stubborn attitude he loved was really biting him in the ass right now. 

There’s a knock on his bedroom door and he doesn’t even get to pretend it’s going to be you. He smells Jean’s perfume and rolls his eyes. He puffs on his cigar and contemplates ignoring her.

“Don’t be a jackass, open the damn door.” 

Fuckin’ telepaths. “What?” He snaps at her the second the door is open. Her face screws up when she smells the smoke from his cigar. He knows she wants to put it out, and can see it in the twitch of her fingers. He raises a brow, a silent challenge to try him. He’s itching for another fight and she can feel it. 

She lets out a sharp breath, choosing her battles wisely and backing off. He’s almost disappointed. “We need to talk. This whole thing between the two of you is ridiculous. You’re a mess, she’s a mess…”

Her voice trails off into nothing more than the annoying pitch of a fly. Logan can’t be bothered to listen to her scold him. He’s not a fucking kid, and maybe if you were acting like an adult, they wouldn’t be having this problem. 

A few doors down he can hear you shouting, then the door to your room slams open. He darts off his bed, opening his own door to see what you’re doing. He only sees the back of your head as you angrily stomp down the stairs. 

Enough is fucking enough, he was finishing this now. He was sick of your side of the bed being empty and the stupid fucking glare on your face every time you saw him. He doesn’t even bother saying anything to Jean as he leaves, just chases after you. 

Jean watches him go with a perturbed look. She steps out of the room and glances down the hall. Ororo steps out of your room and walks towards her. “Well?” Jean probes. 

Ororor shrugs, “She’s over it.” Jean smiles but it’s quickly wiped off her face by Ororo’s expression. “Not in the way we wanted.

Jean clenches her eyes shut and takes in a deep breath. She needs you two to figure your shit out or she’s never going to be able to get a good night’s sleep again.

You find yourself in the gym. It’s not your favorite place in the world, you don’t usually get to train with the others. You’re stuck with telepaths, mainly the ones who can shut your powers down if you get too out of control. That hasn’t been a problem since you got the cuffs, but you’ve been too sad to test them out. 

Now you find yourself obliterating a punching bag. You wrap the energy around your fists and let it protect the thin skin as you pummel into the bag. You don’t know what else to do. You can’t have energy meltdowns anymore. You have to try and funnel it all out physically, but it’s not working. Nothing is. 

“Imagining it’s me?” You pause midswing. You glance over to the door just in time to see Logan stalking towards you. He unzips his jacket slowly. So slowly it almost seems provocative. He tugs it off and tosses it onto a nearby bench. 

You scoff as you watch him. “Do you ever have a shirt on?”

He shrugs and moves towards the ring in the middle of the gym. His movements are lithe and fluid as he hops onto the ring, every bit a wild animal. You watch as the muscles in his torso ripple and force your eyes off of him. You try and focus your attention back on the bag, but all your earlier energy is gone. Your mind is completely wrapped around Logan. 

Which you’re sure is exactly what he wants, or he wouldn’t be staring at you so smugly as he leans against the ropes and waits for you to acknowledge him. You suck on your teeth, irritation blooming in sporadic bursts throughout your body that has you nearly shaking. Finally, you give in. 

He smirks the second your eyes meet, “I can take it, sweetheart. A lot better than that little toy of yours can.” He nods towards the punching bag but the insinuation isn’t lost on you. You and Logan had been very active in your relationship. You could barely go a day without tasting each other. 

You’ve been pent up since the breakup. You’d given in a few days ago, pulled out your old vibrator, and tried to bring even a semblance of joy back into your life. But nothing could compare to Logan. 

His tongue darts out, wetting his lips as he waits for you to react. He’s standing there, staring down at you with all the surety in the world that you’re going to fuck him. It makes you want to dig your nails in and rip him apart, bit by bit. 

You can already picture it in your mind, using your abilities to pick him apart until he’s nothing but molecules dispersed through the air. He’s lucky you have the cuffs on, without them you’re sure he’d already be dead. 

You smirk and move towards the edge of the ring, your voice drops as you purr up at him, “You wanna play, Logan?”

He grins and moves off the ropes, starting towards you as you make your way onto the ring. You’re slightly less graceful than he was, but you’re too focused on wiping the smug look off his face to pay attention. “Come on kid,” he taunts, voice as low as it usually is when he’s fucking into you. “Let’s see what you got.”

You’re not stupid enough to just outright swing at him. You feint to the right and bring your knee up into his ribs. He only needs one hand to wrap around your thigh and drag you forward. His other hand goes to your hip, tugging you closer until you’re practically grinding against each other. You grit your teeth and glare up at him. 

“Come on, sweetheart, that can’t be all you got for me.” Energy wraps around your head, blurring the air around you. You slam your temple against his, it provides enough of a distraction for you to yank your leg out of his grip. You throw your right fist into his ear, bouncing back with a grin as he shakes his head. 

He practically growls as he reorients himself. You shrug and smirk, “What, don’t tell me that’s all you got, wolvie.”

“Don’t fuckin’ call me that,” he grumbles. You open your mouth, prepared to taunt him again. But he’s lunging towards you and you just barely have enough time to dart out of his way. You know he’s going easy on you. He could have had you just then if he really wanted this. 

But he’s dragging this out. Forcing you to spend as much time with him as you can. It only pisses you off further. You plant your foot on his back and kick him forward. He barely even stumbles and it only further confirms your suspicions. “Stop fucking holding back,” you yell at him. 

He turns around slowly. You almost expect there to be a sneer on his face, something angry. Instead, he looks fucking thrilled, like this is all just foreplay for him. He laughs, so low you can barely hear it, and his chest flexes as his claws come out. 

“You sure?” It’s a taunt, a dare, he knows you aren’t going to take the bait. You’d be stupid to, you don’t heal like he does. Once those things get in you, you’re screwed. But right now, you’re too pissed off to try and care. 

You don’t say anything, you just duck under his fist as he swings at you. You know he made it easy for you, giving you an opening to fall into. He’s treating you like you’re something fragile. And maybe you are. One wrong move in this fight and you might not make it through the night. But anger is making you blind to logic. 

Him playing fair just makes you want to play dirty. You use the opening he gives you, letting energy form around your fist and pulling back just enough to slam into his ribs. He coughs, doubling over as you hear bones crack under your hit. He’ll heal in seconds, you can’t bring yourself to feel too bad for him. 

Maybe if he ever took you seriously you might not be such a bitch. But he didn’t think you were good enough to be honest with and he still was treating you like a plaything. In your opinion, he deserves whatever you give him and more. He doubles over and you swing your leg around, bringing it down across his face. 

You hear a crack as your socked foot connects with his face, something crunches underneath you. And when your sole hits the mat again you see the blood leaking from his nose. You almost apologize. Almost, then you see the look on his face. His pupils are swallowing the hazel of his eyes, lips parted as he pants through his teeth. He looks fucking animalistic. 

You have no warning as he pounces on you. His lips smother your own, moving over you with little to no grace. There’s nothing romantic or gentle about this. His fingers are digging so hard into your shirt, you’re sure you hear the seams rip. But you can’t bring yourself to care. 

One of your hands goes to his hair, tugging at the roots until he’s groaning into your mouth. You rake your nails up his back roughly. He cusses against your lips, hand traveling up to your chin so he can roughly jerk you back. 

He stares down at you, a silent question on his face. You’ve barely nodded before he’s descending upon you again. Lips and teeth clash borderline painfully as he lowers you onto the mat. You’re missing all the usual love and tenderness he treats you with, but you don’t care. 

You want to be rough. You want to hurt him like he hurt you, make him ache for you the way you do him. You wrap your legs around his, lifting your pelvis until you have enough leverage to flip him. Your thighs straddle his waist and you grind down against the prominent bulge in his sweatpants. 

He groans into your open mouth, large palms grabbing at your ass and spreading you so he can thrust between your clothed thighs. You can’t help but moan at the friction. It’s just enough to keep you on edge, he pulls back every time you think you might be close to something real building. 

You rip your mouth off his. He glares up at you as you grab his hair and yank his head back. You slam his head hard enough into the mat for it to echo through the room and he growls against your grip. You grin down at him as you slowly get off him. You make a show of stripping, enjoying the way his eyes track your movements. He looks like a dog, panting and waiting for his treat. 

You’re tempted to get yourself off, making him watch, and then leave him straining against his sweatpants. But you need this bad, need him to scratch the itch you can’t reach so you can finally get him out of your head. Neither of you are patient as he jerks his sweatpants down just enough for his cock to pop out. 

It’s already leaking from the tip like a faucet. You kneel, straddling his waist again. You don’t have to do much to slick him up. You pump him a few times before he’s gripping your wrist and jerking your hand away. “Get up here,” he commands, voice rough as he grips your hips. You don’t even get a chance to protest before he’s flipping you over. 

He grabs your thighs and wraps them around his waist. Your ass is off the ground, hovering above his lap as he lines up with your slit. You moan when the tip rubs against your clit. “Whose teasing now?” You grit out, glaring at him. 

His lips curl up, that insufferable smirk on his face before he slams into you. The attitude is practically fucked out of you as he starts pumping in and out. You groan, raking your hands down his chest. He fucking moans at the pain, blood blooming under your nails and immediately closing the further down you go. 

Neither of you are giving up this fight, you don’t want to lose, not even while you’re fucking. He pulls out of you and flips you over so fast you don’t even have time to whine. He’s back in you before you can blink, hips slapping into you in a way that you know is going to leave bruises tomorrow. You’re not going to be able to sit for a week and he knows it. His hands are groping at the skin of your ass, pulling you apart and watching the skin ripple as he fucks into you. 

You’re not going to last long. You’ve been too desperate, too pent up while you’ve been pissed off at him. He leans over you, draping himself across you lazily. You groan at the added weight, it only adds to the sensation, only makes you want him deeper inside you. “Thought you didn’t want me anymore, sweetheart.” He whispers in your ear and you flutter around him as his hand snakes around your waist, rubbing tight circles on your clit. 

You open your mouth but all that comes out is disjointed moans. You know there’s something sarcastic in there, and he must know too because he laughs at your pathetic mumbled sentence. “I don’t know,” he leans back and watches as he makes room for himself inside you. “Seem to need me real bad now.”

Your nails dig into the mat, energy leaking through your fingertips and warming up the canvas beneath you. You can feel it fluctuating, fighting against the cuffs the closer he brings you to the edge. “Fuck you,” the words escape you at a particularly deep thrust and you struggle to keep your eyes open. 

He pauses and you nearly cry at the loss of movement. “Sorry, couldn’t hear you. What’d you say? Stop?”

You glare over your shoulder at him  “Don’t you fucking dare, Logan.” You let your power push up against his back, forcing his hips to move again. He chuckles at the move, fingers creating figure eights on your nub. 

“Wouldn’t dream of it, sweetheart,” he protests, voice innocent. “Ah, fuck,” his voice is nothing more than low grunts and groans in your ear the closer the both of you get to your release. You can’t speak anymore, can’t think. You can feel it cresting higher and higher inside you. 

Your abilities are rising with your release. They’re pushing against the cuffs, fighting desperately against the control the foreign metal has on your powers. You can feel it, heat building up under your skin, like a tingling on the tip of your tongue that you just can’t reach. It’s Logan’s release that finally tips you over the edge. 

The way his breath catches and his hips stutter in their perfect rhythm as warmth floods you from the inside out. You can feel it, him, dribbling down your thighs and staining the mat beneath you. It has you clenching around him, pushing your hips back weakly while you let the feeling overwhelm you. You nearly black out. Two weeks without him hadn’t felt long until you remembered what you were missing. 

You lose your sense of time, dropping to the mat like your bones have gone liquid, dripping out of you. You can feel Logan draped over you still, his weight a comforting blanket that nearly has you drifting to sleep. Naked, in the middle of the boxing ring. He pulls out of you and you whimper at the loss. 

He shushes you, rubbing a hand up your spine and pressing a gentle kiss to the side of your temple. He wraps his arms around you, laying down and pulling you back into his chest. It takes a few minutes of quiet cuddling for you to remember what exactly led you down to the gym in the first place. 

You feel disgusted with yourself for giving in to him so easily. It’s clear what his plan had been. And you’d fallen for it hook, line, and sinker. You’d barely even fought against him. Of course, you could reason that you needed to get the tension out. This was the perfect way to funnel out your built-up energy. 

But you’re disgusted with yourself for giving in to him so easily. You just disregarded dignity and self-respect for a chance to get him between your legs. You were such a fucking idiot. No wonder this is all he wanted you for. 

“Shit,” you mutter, trying to pull yourself out of his grip. Your eyes widen as his arms tighten around your waist. He tugs you back down until he’s got you in what essentially feels like a headlock. He could easily pass it off as spooning, but it feels a little more demanding than that. “Logan,” you warn, the silent peace of the moment officially shattered. 

“Don’t,” he gripes. You can fight against him for as long as you want, but you’ll only tire yourself out. His arms are literally metal bands around you. “Let me talk and then you can run off.” You huff and wait, but he never speaks. Finally, you look over your shoulder and glare at him. “Well?”

You roll your eyes, “Fuck’s sake,” you mutter. “Alright, speak.”

You can feel his grin against the back of your head. If he didn’t have you in such a tight grip, you’d elbow him in the gut just to be petty. “I made a mistake,” you scoff and he keeps going. Stopping you from interrupting him with something bitchy. “You weren’t just something convenient to me, sweetheart.” he pauses and chuckles, “You’re a huge fucking pain in my ass.”

“Is this your idea of an apology?” You snap, “Because this is pathetic.” 

He doesn’t say anything and you’re tempted to snark at him again. But then the world is flipped on its side as he jerks you around and forces you to face him. Your chests rub together, the sweaty skin sticking together and bordering on uncomfortable. “You ever shut up?” He asks, but there’s no heat to the words. If anything he looks fond of you, and it makes you shift around, trying not to look him in the eye. But there’s nowhere for you to hide, you’re both naked and bare before each other. 

You’re as physically vulnerable as he must feel emotionally. And as much as this is a horrible way to display how he’s feeling, you’re starting to understand him a little better. You know why this conversation is so hard for him, why he can’t accept that someone truly loves him and he loves her back. 

But that’s not going to get him out of it. He’s still yet to say the words. Maybe if he manned up and said something real you’d consider forgiving him. You give him an expectant look and he sighs, forehead pressed against yours as he slumps over you. You want to pretend you’re annoyed at the contact, but you’ve been craving it since you ran away two weeks ago.

You’ve been desperate for this warmth that only he can provide you. Without realizing it, you nuzzle further into his chest, hands drifting up to wrap around his bare waist. Logan feels the tightness in him ease slightly at the way you curl into him. He’s got a shot, even if you try and tell him he doesn’t.  

It’s silent for a while, while you linger in the emotions of what just happened and he tries to find the right words. He leans down, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and smiling against the shell of your ear. “I love you,” he whispers. 

You’d told yourself you’d only consider forgiving him if he said those words. But that’s only because you’d never thought he would actually say it. You didn’t think he was capable of admitting that to himself. It seems so out of character for him. But, maybe, you don’t know him as well as you thought you did. 

He pulls back, hand landing on your jaw and gently guiding your head out of his neck. He gives you an expectant look but you’re finding it hard to meet his eyes. You’ve been waiting for him to say that, but now it feels like you can’t. You’re still struggling to forgive him. He put you through so much unnecessary hurt just because he couldn’t face his own feelings. 

And now you’re struggling to do the same. “I want to say it back,” you tell him. “But how am I supposed to trust that the next time things get hard, you won’t lash out again?”

He frowns, an irritated huff of breath shooting out his nose. But you know it’s frustration towards himself. For letting you both get to this point because he couldn’t just say three words. “I’ll wait,” he promises. “For as long as it takes, I’ll wait.” 

You smile and nod, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his neck. You’re sure you’ll be saying it sooner rather than later. But what’s the harm in making him squirm a little? He deserves it. 

A/N: I don’t write smut, it’s literally in my rules. I think I stared at a gif of him for too long and some horny ass demon possessed me and made me write this. Forgive me, universe, I’m no better than a man.

end. — I do not own the characters or the comics/movies Wolverine/X-Men, but this writing is my own all rights reserved © not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.

[lixies-favorite-cookie]

you'd never let me fall ・b.c

—Bangchan who carries you home while your a little drunk and your feet a lot a bit hurt

paring・bangchan x gn!reader // genres・fluff, established relationships // words・900 // warnings・drunkenness, if you don't like rambles or tooth-rotting fluff than you won't like this

a/n・i needed something soft and fluffy after a pretty big fight with my dad and i found this also @sunnysdiary istg i dont know what i would do without you ilysm. p.s. lowkey proud of myself for finally just writing (i only edited once for like an hour :))

You were exactly two blocks away from your apartment when the handful of shots you had thrown back earlier really started to hit you. The sun had died hours ago, the sky now sparkling with stars that seemed to dance and tangle with the streetlights in your vision.

Wow.

You were really fucked up.

You sigh, leaning deeper into the crook of Chan's neck, his hand pressed protectively against your back as he holds you up. His breathing is soft and calming when the world begins to shift again, sharp pain shooting up your legs thanks to the stupidest decision you made all night—wearing high-heels.

The only thing that could be heard over the harsh click of your foot-shaped-death-traps is your pained groan as you loll your head against Chan's shoulder and stumble over the sidewalk mindlessly.

"I'm tired, carry me home," you slur, a slight whine in your voice. He simply smiles, looking down at your dizzy gaze with tender eyes before effortlessly scooping you up bridal style.

The moon grins with you.

Your heartbeats intertwine as you squeal, lovesick giggles pouring from your lips as you hide your face in his sweat-coated neck.

There was no way he was real.

You pull away, blinking up at his sharp jaw and shiny lips, and you swore if you looked just long enough you could find the stars hung on his lashes. There was something about him, something that spread warmth underneath your ribs. You could never quite place it—the feeling bursting within you before settling down like sweet rose perfume fading off your shirt as your nose acclimates to the scent.

Perhaps it was the alcohol that made you so sentimental, or how in a rush of emotion you remember days when you used to assess others by their expressions, the tone of their voice, and the heaviness of their footsteps. You had gotten so used to living on the edge of disaster the thought of certainty deemed to be an impossible feat—that was until you met Chan. He was something special, he loved you softly, with gentle fingers and adoring gazes. He wasn't loud, not with his words or his actions, and sometimes from the outside, society might have deemed he didn't love you at all, but you knew better than that.

Just because it was subtle didn't mean it wasn't there—it just meant it was safe.

The notion alone is enough to bring tears to your eyes, drunkenly choking out: "Thank you for always carrying me."

His gaze softens before he faintly tilts his lips, muttering, "Thank you for letting me carry you."

You were almost to the house when, mindlessly, half-asleep, you mumble, "You'd never let me fall," before going limp in the comfort of Chan's strong arms.

If you weren't so drunk, you might have noticed the shift in his stride, how a shy blush falls over his cheeks and he fights the urge to spread a smile so bright across his face it would put the sun to shame.

But you were far too gone to notice. And he was so focused on keeping you safe that he didn't sense how deeply in love with him you were right then.

You were correct; down to his very last days, he would never let you fall.

You hadn't realized how close you were to the apartment before he steps through the unlocked door, your vision blurring into the darkness of your shared home. It was the silky sheets you felt first, the warmth of his hand leaving you only before he gently pulled the covers over your body and right underneath your chin.

He kisses your forehead, lips lingering there before, hesitantly, he whispers, "I don't know what I'd do if I didn't get to carry you."

He brushes a stray lock of hair from your eyes as you crack them open only to smile, lopsided and silly. "I guess we'll never know."

Bangchan stares at you for hours after that, admiring you in all your tranquility. He knows he should stop, but he also knows he can’t. It had bottled inside him for so long, and it felt as though the rug had been ripped out from under him, and suddenly his feelings flooded out of him all at once. This wasn't what average love felt like—it was pure, gentle, and, best of all, entirely absolute.

In the novels, love is described as something maddening, profound, and disorienting. And while there are moments where it felt as though the galaxy had been sewn into your fingertips, it was more than that. Chan quickly came to find that love lived in silence—the intimate moments where words didn't matter. There was no pressure or unrealistic expectations when he was with you, no anxiety about being perfect all the time. Being with you made his world feel... lighter.

He breathes, brushing a lock of hair out of your face. You shift, instinctively leaning into his touch. A small smile tugs at his lips when the moonlight catches your face just right; you were peaceful, angelic like spring flowers fluttering in the breeze.

There are very few things in this world that are truly poetic. Some may say the stars, the sea, humanity, and the very depth of our emotions. And while Chan could agree with all of those, his love for you outweighed them all.

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[landoughnut]

Pit Stop Staring

♡ masterlist - request

♡ pairing - lando norris x mechanic!fem!reader

♡ summary - lando notices you during a pit stop, gets distracted and stares at you, and embarrasses himself on the radio being aired as he gushes over you, but with a little push from Zak, he makes his move on you!

♡ warnings - fluff, BLUSHY and nervous lando, love at first sight, a pinch of jealousy, Zak's a wing man, lando being cute and STUTTERINGGG hehehe

♡ w/c & a/n - 1.86k | #ilovetommy

Today was your first day working as a mechanic during an actual race, and you couldn't be more excited. You'd just finished your months of training and you felt pretty confident in yourself, so you weren't too nervous.

The McLaren team was more than welcoming when you first started, although some were a little apprehensive to have a girl working with the heavy tires, you proved them completely wrong and quickly gained their admiration, making friends with some as well.

As for the two papaya drivers, you had only briefly met Oscar about a month ago while leaving a meeting. He told you he was happy to be working with you soon, and he thought you will do amazing. You spoke shortly before he was being called off by someone, but he said goodbye and wished you best of luck.

The other driver, Lando, you had unfortunately not met yet. You heard quite a lot about him, and people said he was kind with a great sense of humor, so you crossed your fingers and wished you were able to catch him and introduce yourself. You also had seen some edits of him on your feed, not that you would tell anyone that, but you couldn't deny that he was quite a looker.

Back to today, though, you were waiting to see the bright papaya cars pull into the pit stop for their tire exchanges. After some laps, the first one to pull up was Oscar, and you and the others quickly got to work with a successful change in just about 2 seconds.

You beamed as he drove away and got a high five from your mechanic friend, Tommy, and he grinned at you, "That was great! And your first time too! You'll be putting me out of my job soon," he laughs.

You shake your head and poke his side, walking back to the garage, "Don't be silly! I did learn from the best," you say and give him a dramatic wink.

"Ha. Ha. You flatter me," he pats your head. You just push his arm away and turn your head to look at the race stats.

Oscar is in a good fourth place currently, and Lando in second, four seconds behind Max. You watch the race for about three more minutes before you hear that Lando was told to box next lap, so you and the mechanics rush out to the pit once again and prepare your gear.

A few moments pass before you can spot Lando's bright helmet in his car coming closer. He finally arrives and pulls up into his spot, while doing so, he glances around and his eyes land on you.

His mouth drops open slightly and he whispers a little, "Wow." Everyone does his tire change just as fast as Oscars, but Lando was still staring at you, who he thinks might be an angel sent down from above just for him.

Wow, he thinks to himself again, you have to be the most gorgeous person he's ever seen. He doesn't even realize that everyone has cleared the way for him to exit the stop until he sees you tilt your head and he hears his race engineer's voice, "Lando! GO! What are you doing, mate?!"

That snaps Lando back to reality, and he quickly drives away, now in last place due to how long he was there. He feels his neck and cheeks heat up in embarrassment. There's no way he would have a chance with you after that.

"I-I'm so sorry, she was s-so beautiful, and she looks like an a-angel, I-I got distracted," he stutters quietly to Will, his race engineer.

"Oh my- Lando this is being aired, you can't say stuff like that, mate!" Will sighs but he can't help but laugh a little bit. However Lando does the opposite now, he chews his lip like he's about to cry of humility, since now he knows you just heard him say that and you were the only girl there, so you know he had to be talking about you.

Back to where you were, you laughed at the radio message, curious to who he was stuttering over. Tommy's eyes bulge as he hears it, head whipping toward you.

You look at him and furrow your eyebrows, "What?"

He just blinds at you before yelling, "Lando Norris said you're beautiful! And look like an angel!"

"What? No he didn't?"

"Are you- who else would he be talking about?!" Tommy puts his hands on your shoulder and gently shakes you.

"Uhh," you laugh and glance at the other mechanics who are smirking and you and raising their eyebrows up and down. "I don't know, there are some women team members right over there," you point to the side.

Tommy just drops his head down and shakes it, "No. He was talking about you!"

"But.. I'm.. well, me? Just an average new mechanic," you look down at your uniform, "in some very unflattering working clothes."

Tommy just steps back and crosses his arms, "First off, don't ever say you're 'just you', because you're my best friend here," he whispers, so the others won't hear him, and you giggle. "Second, the clothes may be a little unflattering but you're still a very pretty girl," he smiles at you.

"Awhhhhh, Tommy! Who knew you were such a sap!" You hug the boy in thanks and he reciprocates it as you walk to the garage once again.

"So are you going to ask him out later?"

You almost choke on your breath, "What? No! Of course not! Are you crazy?"

He rolls his eyes, "Come on, he was just stuttering. Lando Norris was stuttering over you, if that isn't love at first sight then I don't know what is," he shrugs.

"Tommy!" You slap his arm, "We are done with this conversation."

"But-"

"End of discussion!" You huff, turning on your heels and walk away. Leaving your friend to rub his face in defeat.

When the race ended with Lando placed seventh due to the mishap from before, he hopped out of the car and rushed over to Zak.

Zak pulls the boy in for a hug and ruffles his hair, which was quite the opposite reaction Lando had thought he would see, since he cost the team points.

Once he lets go of Lando, the only thing he gets out of his mouth is, "Who was that?"

Zak lets out a laugh and tries to keep in a grin, "Who? Her?" he nods over to you, standing while chatting with Tommy again. Lando frowns as he watches you two.

"Are they dating?" he asks the older man.

"Hmm," he pretends to think about it, "yes," he nods. Of course he's only kidding, trying the get a rise out of the British boy.

"What?" Lando's head snaps to the man, looking utterly devastated. Zak starts laughing loudly, looking at him, and thinks this is what the human version of a kicked puppy would look like.

"I'm only joking, buddy, why don't you go and ask her?" Zak pats Lando's shoulder.

"U-uh I don't know...."

"Oh, come on! You're Lando Norris!"

The boy sighs and looks at you longingly. That was until you glanced over at him and he quickly turned back to Zak, his face now turning red again at being caught. "What about no work relationships?"

Zak sighs and shakes his head, "Listen, I'll talk to people about it and I'll make it work, okay?" He smiles and Lando lets his lips twitch into a tiny smile. "Now, go get your girl!" He turns his shoulders and pushes him forward a little bit.

Lando blinks fast and his heart races as he nervously makes his way over to you two.

You don't notice but Tommy does and bites back a teasing comment. "Lando Norris! The legendary man himself!"

You look to your right and see the boy bouncing slightly on his feet, twisting his hands and he looks back and forth between you both. "H-hi," he whispers to you, his ears turning red at your kind gaze.

"Hi! It's nice to finally meet you," you smile at him.

Tommy nods, "Yeah, and nice radio message today, man, real smooth," he chuckles.

Unbeknownst to you, Lando now wishes the floor would swallow him whole. "Uh, y-yeah, thanks?"

Tommy just laughs, "Oh! I think someone is calling me, gotta go!"

You watch him walk away, and Lando glares at him. "Did you hear someone calling him?" you ask.

"No, but, um, I-I'm sorry for today, a-and I didn't-"

You quickly shake your head and smile, "No! Don't apologize, really! I'm honored!" You put your hand on his arm, causing him to tense. You quickly remove it and apologize, "I'm so sorry! I should have asked-"

"N-No!" Lando says, and Zak drops his head into his hands as he watches the scene from afar. "You can touch me anytime! I-I mean- bloody hell- n-not like that! I mean you can if you wa-" he slaps a hand over his mouth before he can embarrass himself and more.

You just blush as you watch the boy, you find it endearing, to be honest, you've never had someone act like this with you before. "Lando! Please, don't worry, I think your rambling is cute, and... you yourself are cute too," you put your hands behind your back.

"Me? Really? You think I'm c-cute?" He lets out a nervous laugh in disbelief.

"Is that so hard to believe?" You frown.

"I... guess not.. but you're.. you! W-way out of my league..." he trails off.

"You have to be joking!"

He just looks down at his feet and smiles, his body slowly untensing as he feels a little less nervous. It's not that he's stuttering and blushing because he's scared of you, he's just never met someone so... perfect.

He slowly raises his eyes back up to look at you, "Well... then would you m-maybe want to... get dinner with me later?"

Your smile widens at the hopeful look in his eyes, you pinch your arm once, just to be sure this is really happening and not a dream. "Of course! Oh, I'd love to, would you like my number to send me the details?" you ask him.

He nods and pats his pocket for his phone, "Oh! I left my phone in my driver's room... but if you have yours, I'll give you mine?"

"Sure," you nod and hand him your phone, watching as he creates a contact for himself. "Well, I do have to go back, I promised my friends to hang out for a bit after the race but I'll see you later," you tell him.

He smiles at you, "Alright, see you!"

You turn around, walking to your friends who were giggling to themselves, watching the whole thing.

Lando is left in his spot, practically lovestruck, "What a woman," he whispers to himself dreamily.

He jumps with a yelp when he feels a hand on his shoulder, "Well done, kid! You got yourself a date!"

Lando turns to look at a way too excited Zak Brown, "Yeah... I suppose I did."

[drmaddict]

It would be a little unconventional

Summary: Aegon and (Y/n) just married. No one has seen them in the last four days. But that doesn't change the fact that half the castle can hear what they're doing.

Word count: 1.309

Autors note: a bit subby Aegon, anal fingering, well... smut as you may have guessed

"How long has it been since anyone's seen them?", Daemon asked the group, bored.

Rhaenyra smirked. Alicent killed her wine goblet with a look. Jaecerys surprisingly joined Alicent and cut his flesh with more force than necessary.

"Daemon." Rhaenyra rebuked him, still smirking.

He was not impressed. "When was the last time you saw them?", he asked her directly.

She rolled her eyes. "At the wedding.", she replied curtly.

"Which was four days ago.", he added just as curtly.

"Princess, perhaps you should-"

The door to the dining room opened. All eyes shot to (y/n) like moths to a flame.

"Is that your night gown?" Jaecerys asked his sister in shock.

"Yes.", (Y/n) said curtly and immediately grabbed various dishes from the table. She threw a handful of bread rolls onto the plate of fruit, which she simply took and immediately reached for a carafe of wine.

"You can't walk around-"

(Y/n) immediately interrupted her brother. "I'm already off again. Just relax. By the gods."

"Where's Aegon?", asked Alicent.

(Y/n) smiled. "He's asleep."

"At such an early hour?"

"He was tired." (Y/n) shrugged and pressed the carafe of wine into the hand of the member of the Kingsguard who had been following her until just now.

"Long night?", Daemon grinned.

(Y/n) grinned. "It seemed rather short lived to me."

Jaecery's glass shattered in his hand, his grip was so firm.

With that, (Y/n) simply turned round again and motioned to the man from the Kingsguard to follow her. He complied, overwhelmed.

Aemond watched with satisfaction as Jaecerys and Lucerys shoved their food back into themselves with an angry look. "Be glad you can't hear them.", he said to his nephews, sounding bored. "Whorehouses sound more chaste than those two."

Jaecerys leapt across the table towards him.

"Aegon?" she whispered, jerking his shoulder slightly.

"Ngh.", he sighed and curled up, pulling the blanket tighter around him.

"I got something to eat."

A snore was her reply.

She sighed. Had she overdone it? Was it too much for him? He liked sex. She knew that. She liked sex. They had sex. A lot of sex... Mainly because of her. And she wanted to do it again. Was she overwhelming him? Him? Aegon II Targaryen, who had spent his entire adolescence shagging his way through every brothel he could find?

She looked at his sleeping face. How could he look so innocent after what they'd both been doing for the last four days?

She poured herself a cup of wine and sat down in the armchair in the room.

The last few days had been wonderful and exciting. They had tried each other out before the wedding, but had always been careful not to risk pregnancy. They hadn't gone all the way. They also had to meet in secret. They had to be quiet. But now. Now they weren't holding back. And by the gods she would do anything to hear the sounds he was making. Those little sighs. The whimpers. The high clear moans when he was about to come. His eyes. Watery and so big as they looked up at her. He didn't want to believe that she had already read a thing or two.

That she wasn't completely ignorant. She was sure he wouldn't question her creativity again.

She sipped her wine and gazed into the fire of the flickering fireplace.

But perhaps she was really overdoing it. Everyone always made fun of how much lust Aegon had indulged in over the years. But she understood. Would people make fun of her too?

She heard the blanket rustle. She turned her face towards the bed. Aegon sat up, his face scrunched up. He rubbed his eyes. His hair was sticking up wildly from his head. Irritated, he looked around, then his gaze landed on her. "What are you doing?", he asked, pouting slightly and still sounding sleepy.

She looked at her glass. "I'm drinking wine." ,she explained simply.

Aegon pouted more. "What are you doing in that armchair? Come here!", he whined.

She grinned awkwardly. "I just thought you might want a break.", she mumbled.

Aegon furrowed his eyebrows in irritation. "From what?"

"Well..." she pointed vaguely at the bed. "From me-"

"If I want a break from fucking my wife, or letting her fuck me,", he winked at her, "I'll let you know."

She smiled awkwardly. "It's not too much?"

He shook his head with a smile. "If anything, I've got a few books and we'll try everything I found in there."

She grinned. Playfully, she stood up. "Anything you want to start with?"

Aegon smiled. "It would be a little unconventional.", he purred.

He gripped her hips as she settled on his lap.

"Tell me about it.", she whispered and kissed his neck softly.

His breath trembled. "There's a contraption. A harness and... hmmm... and a fake phallus. You could take me with that. Fuck me."

"And that's good for you?"

"I never come harder."

"Explain it to me.", she sighed against his neck.

Aegon reached out to take her hand. Without hesitation, he took two of her fingers in his mouth. One would almost think, he wanted to blow her fingers, licking over her tender skin with such fervour.

"Fuck.", she sighed. His eyes were glassy and so wonderfully veiled.

Aegon released her fingers and lay on his back. She moved beneath him. He quickly shoved one of the pillows under his bum and spread his legs. "And now-", he placed her fingers at his opening. His breathing was shaky. "Start with one finger. Push upwards. There... fuck... there's a point... Ha."

He dropped his head powerlessly into the pillows as she slowly slid her finger inside him. "Like this?"

"Yes! Fuck yes!"

She pressed in further. Watched his face. The crease between his eyebrows. The closed eyes. The slightly open mouth.

"Add the second one. But slowly."

She complied with his request. "Does it hurt?"

He shook his head. "It only stings at first. It's better with oil."

She grinned. "Do you do that to yourself?", she whispered against his ear.

He grinned. "As often as I can."

She grinned. "You like it?"

He nodded quickly. "Move your fingers. Like you're fucking me."

She withdrew her fingers and pushed them back in. Aegon sighed happily.

"You were talking about a point."

He nodded. "Further in. That's right. Press your fingertips upwards. A little to the right. Ah, right there! Oh fuck. Fuck!"

She drew little circles over the spongy spot. "Like this?"

Aegon groaned, whimpering. "Yes.", he whimpered. "Faster. Please. AH!"

She complied with his request. She started kissing his neck again. Caressed his skin. "Can you come just like that?"

Aegon simply nodded. Unable to speak. The sight made her feel the heat between her legs. She felt the wetness. He lay decadently in front of her and she savoured the sight of him.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" Aegon's semen shot all over his chest and down to his chin. Even (Y/n's) cheek was not spared.

His body tensed. It felt like his insides wanted to break her fingers.

He drove his ass towards her fingers like a madman. Much longer than usual, he floated in ecstasy before his body collapsed.

He lay there, beaten and unable to move.

"Holy mother.", he sighed.

(Y/n) giggled. She kissed his cheeks. She playfully rubbed her nose against the shell of his ear. "I don't think I've ever been so wet.", she whispered.

Aegon's body trembled. He smiled slightly.

"I can't move a muscle, but... If you want a repeat of last night...", he grinned mischievously at her.

She bit her lip. She positioned her thighs next to his head.

"But tell me if I get too heavy.", she smirked.

"I'd die a happy man," he grinned.

[letjungk09k]

Forgive me, kitten?

Main Masterlist

.ᐟ pairing. ⤑ Sylus x Reader (no use of y/n).

.ᐟ synopsis. ⤑ After a loss in Kitty Cards, Sylus is determined to make it up to you in the most unforgettable way.

.ᐟ word count. ⤑ 6k posted on my ao3

.ᐟ WARNINGS, mdni!!. ⤑ explicit sexual content, porn with plot, soft sylus mixed with dom sylus, light dom/sub play, sylus is WHIPPED for you, fwb kinda situation but unestablished relationship, seduction, clit rubbing, p in v sex, clothed sex, rough sex, unprotected sex, praise kink, dirty talk, size difference, size kink, belly bulge!!, sylus being soft as fuck at the end, use of "kitten" (sorry but i love it).

You were sulking.

You couldn't help it and you knew it was definitely childish of you to do so, but fuck you hated losing. You swore it was rigged, it had to be right? Every time you drew a card you felt like the world was against you. A bad streak, that’s all it was. There was no way you were this unlucky... not that many times in a row.

You had told yourself it was just a fun and light hearted way to pass the time but now? you wish you never agreed to it. You’d tried to keep it cool, tried to brush it off as nothing but the moment the Kitty Card's game had ended you had just snapped. Well, not snapped exactly but you had definitely mentally checked out. Arms crossed tightly over your chest, your lips forming a pout so exaggerated it almost hurt and you had been silent ever since.

You were silent all night, silent up until the moment you made it to your bedroom and angrily changed into your pyjamas. Your home was big enough to walk out your anger but you somehow still felt relentless.

Home.. it wasn't your home, more like a temporary home? Hell, you didn't know. You had regretted agreeing to stay with Sylus in the N109 zone already, despite only being here a month. A month too long...

Speaking of Sylus.

You didn't even want to look in his direction never mind speak to him. The silence in the living room was suffocating before you left and it seemed to drag on longer than it should’ve before the night started. It wasn’t like you hated being with him, that would’ve been easier. No, it was the complexity of your situation that left you conflicted. You didn’t even know what was happening anymore.

One moment, everything had been so simple - you had agreed to stay with him temporarily, just while he tried to convince you to join Onychinus and the next... well. You hadn't planned it, definitely not and you didn't even know how it had happened. 

You'd grown obsessed with him.

He’d made it clear that he wanted you to join Onychinus, but also understood it was a big commitment and he knew that you weren't ready to make that leap, not yet at least. So instead he offered you a place to stay, to show you what your life could be. He never pushed, for that you were grateful and you had to admit life wasn't too bad here in the N109 zone. You felt more at ease that was for sure.

You made a deal with him that first night he offered, that you would stay with him as long as he never let you go bored. As long as he kept you occupied and kept your mind busy. You were used to that, being a deepspace hunter meant you were busy constantly and your mind was never at rest. It was nice to be relaxed, nice not to do so much as you did back in Linkon but sometimes you found yourself too relaxed. Especially as of late.

For the most part Sylus kept his word of never letting you grow bored. He'd spent some days riding his bike around the city with you behind him, giving you a tour almost. Sometimes he'd take you into meetings, there you'd see his real leader side come out, and it was thanks to him that you grew fond of Kitty Cards. Until you weren't, until today.

He also kept you occupied in.. other ways.

One night two weeks ago you were both half a wine glass into your conversation, it had been a long day and you were tired but relaxed and content on the couch... until you grew restless and his lips looked too inviting. 

It was your fault, you knew that. You could blame it on his kindness while you stayed with him, or how gentle he was despite looking the opposite. You could blame it on his smooth voice, the way he was patient with you but you had no one to blame but yourself. You had stared at him for a second too long, a second too long to not even think about what you were doing.

One second you were next to him listening to him talk away about his plans for the week regarding business and the next thing you knew was that your hand was on his unfairly perfect jaw before bringing his lips to yours. It had happened so quickly, and you hadn't meant to kiss him but he had a certain pull to him that you couldn't resist so you acted in the moment.

You didn't imagine that it would go from a simple kiss to something that made you feel so alive. He had questioned you, asked your permission a few times before he was sliding into you and telling you how good you felt. He was determined even in bed, and you swear you've never had sex so good in your life it was addicting. He was addicting.

Everything about him was. His touch, his presence, the way he made you feel alive in ways you had long forgotten and you didn’t regret it, not really.. but you couldn’t help the way your thoughts had gotten tangled up since that night because recently you found yourself in his bed, pinned underneath him while his cock drove in and out of you.

But tonight, he'd pushed you too far.

He knew you hated losing, but even if he didn't he definitely knew now. That stupid smug look that looked really good on his face pissed you off to no end. This was a whole new level of frustration, and it only made you think about how childish you were being but you didn't care. It was embarrassing! How could he be so good, so lucky and you the opposite?

You’d never been great at hiding your emotions and right now, you felt like a sulking child. You could almost hear his voice in your head, the teasing and his stupid victorious tone when he told you I told you I was better as he packed away the cards. You thought you had moved past the competitive part of yourself, that part of you that always needed to win but apparently that was a lie.

You threw your pyjamas on with more force than necessary, the soft fabric feeling too suffocating against your skin before you threw yourself into bed, pulling the cover over your body. Stupid man.

You hadn’t heard him approach your room at first but you sensed him before the door was knocked and creaked open. You had heard a soft sigh, or maybe it was a playful scoff, you couldn't be sure but you were aware of the footsteps moving towards your bed. You tensed slightly, not willing to admit to him how childish you were being.

You were overreacting for sure, but maybe a small part of you wanted his attention.

For a moment, neither of you spoke and you couldn't see him, couldn't see the way he was studying you from behind but you could feel his eyes burning into your back.

Finally his voice broke the silence and his tone had a hint of amusement that you weren't sure you could stomach right now.

"Still sulking, hm?" You rolled your eyes at his tone "You know, I didn’t think that you were the type to hold a grudge, kitten"

Asshole.

You felt the muscles in your back tighten at his words but you kept your eyes fixed firmly ahead, unwilling to give him the satisfaction.

"Shut up.." you muttered and he would have just missed it if he wasn't paying so much attention to you. 

He let out a small laugh, shaking his head before staring at the ground, making his way toward your bed. You heard him move closer, the bed shifting beneath his weight as he settled down behind you and you clenched your jaw, feeling his warmth on your back.

His presence was suffocating but it was also frustratingly intoxicating. Sylus wasn’t the type to back off and he for sure wasn’t the type to leave you in peace either if he knew something was bothering you. 

His hand grazed the edge of the blanket, then it slowly crept toward your side, the lightest touch skimming near your arm. You sucked in a breath at the contact, instantly regretting it. He didn’t need any more encouragement.

"You're cute when you're upset," he murmured, his voice was low as he spoke "But I can’t let you stew in here all alone, kitten"

His fingers brushed the side of your arm, fiddling with the sleeve of your pyjama and you resisted the urge to shudder. 

"You don’t need to be here.."  you replied but even to your own ears it was weak, no fight at all. Your body betrayed you, inching slightly closer to him as if seeking the heat of his presence, even though your mind was still fighting to stay distant.

But Sylus was patient, always patient with you and he had an uncanny way of sensing when you were close to breaking. He didn’t push but he didn’t retreat from you either. His fingers slid just a fraction higher, brushing along your arm in a way that made you feel it everywhere.. beneath your skin, in the pit of your stomach.

He let the silence linger for a moment, savouring the way your breath hitched before his voice was back.

"Tell me kitten, what’s really bothering you?" His breath was hot against your ear, his lips brushing just close enough to your skin "Is it the game, or is it me?"

"It’s nothing.." you said. Liar. You didn’t need him to touch you like this, didn’t need the dangerous heat in his voice but every cell in your body was screaming for him to keep going.

His hand shifted again, moving with deliberate slowness as his fingers slid across your collarbone. He was so so gentle with you.. this big scary Onychinus leader here in your bed and skimming his hands over your skin like you were a delicate piece of art.

"You’re lying," he said softly and his usual smirk was unmistakable in his voice "But you don't have to tell me... I can figure it out on my own"

He moved slightly behind you, close enough that you could feel the warmth of his body pressed to your back, just inches from your skin. The temptation to lean into him, to let him pull you into him was overwhelming but you stayed still, fighting against it even though every part of you screamed to give in.

His hand slowly slipped over your shoulder, his fingers skating across the edge of your skin just grazing the side of your neck. 

"I think you’re just angry that you lost," he said, his words were teasing you as much as his hands were "But maybe.. maybe I can make it up to you"

You didn’t respond, you couldn’t. Your heart was racing and your body was betraying every instinct to stay in control. He knew exactly what he was doing, how to play with you, how to make you feel both frustrated and desperate for him at the same time. His lips hovered just above the soft curve of your neck and you felt the warmth of his breath.

"Let me make you forget," he whispered "Forget the game. Forget everything except... this. Us"

Your pulse quickened, your body trembling ever so slightly but you couldn’t help it. His presence, his touch, the heat radiating off of him it was too much. You were fighting against it but with every subtle movement, with every teasing caress, Sylus was making it harder and harder to resist.

His lips left a small kiss on your neck before his chest was fully against your back. His hand had reached your waist and you were aware of every second passing as it slipped lower and lower, beneath the blanket before his middle finger grazed the top of your shorts. Fuck him and his smooth talking.

You couldn’t help it. Your breath caught in your throat, a soft gasp slipping out before you could stop it. It was the slightest of sounds but it was enough, enough to make him pause, to make him smile against your skin knowing that you were crumbling.

"You’re not as good at pretending as you think kitten," he murmured, his lips brushing over your ear once more as his breath made your skin tingle "You want this. Don’t you?"

Yes. You did, so deliciously so.

"Sylus.."

His hand was between your legs before you knew it and he smiled against you as you gasped. His middle finger instantly on your clit and your own hand found its way to his wrist holding him there and you couldn’t stop the shiver that wracked your body.

He moved slowly at first, like he was mindlessly drawing circles on your skin but nothing about this was mindless. No, he knew what he was doing, he knew how to touch you right and he knew how to get under your skin. If he really wanted to you'd let him peel you apart just so he could crawl inside you.

You whimpered as he sped up, hips bucking involuntarily against his hand despite your best efforts to stay composed. You heard a hum of approval next to your ear before his teeth were attacking your lobe, your neck, your shoulder just anything he could reach and the feeling was overwhelming.

You gasped again when his fingers pressed just a little harder against you, more slick escaping you and no doubt ruining your shorts and thank god you had decided not to wear panties tonight.

"That’s it sweetheart," he whispered, his voice almost too soft to handle "Just let me take care of you"

You tried to shift your hips, seeking more from him but he tutted against your ear as if warning you not to do anything and now you were completely at his mercy. You whimpered in frustration and the low, wicked chuckle he gave in response made your stomach twist.

"Sylus, please.."

His fingers sped up at your plea and your mouth dropped open, your walls tightening around nothing as your clit gained all his attention. He pressed a firmer circle against you and your hands fisted the blankets desperately as your body bowed back into him, helpless against the way he was pulling you apart with such devastating ease.

His fingers moved in relentless circles now, keeping you teetering right at the edge of your orgasm and it was shameless how quickly you were almost there, how much power he had over your body in this moment. His other hand shifted underneath you, pushing in between the bed and your body before it slithered up and gripped your chin.

He twisted your head towards him, eyes meeting your own and he smiled at the dazed look on your face knowing it was him doing this to you.

"You don't even know how beautiful you are like this," he murmured, ruby eyes glancing down to your parted lips "So responsive... so perfect"

He pressed harder, quickened his pace and you were twitching now. The way he was holding you against him, your smaller frame at his mercy and the way his eyes were watching you like he was in a trance combined with how his hand was relentless against your clit.. it was too much for you to bear, too much for you to even function a thought never mind words.

You arched into him, seeking him out and needing more and the sight made him groan. You could do nothing but take it, grip his wrist tighter as his fingers burned against you. More Sylus, give me more...

You squeezed your eyes shut, fighting the burning in your throat and the overwhelming need curling tight in your chest. 

He was rubbing you with two fingers now and hissed at the feeling of you digging your nails into his wrist. He could tell you were close, from the way you twitching against him, the wetter his fingers got fuck you were a dream and he was utterly obsessed with you.

"I-Fuck I'm.." you couldn't even muster a sentence and you shifted your hips slightly.

His fingers were relentless now. Rubbing tight, merciless circles over your clit until your thighs were shaking, until you were clawing at the sheets before your whole body went tense as you finally met your end and thank god he decided not to edge you.

He held you tightly as you came, his fingers speeding up and helping you ride out a mind shattering orgasm, an orgasm that your own fingers could never bring. He pushed his head against yours, forehead meeting your cheek and he was panting against your skin, his wrist beginning to burn from his pace but there would be nothing that could stop him.

No matter how many times you shared moments like this, you'd never grow tired of the feeling of his fingers on you. Even now when your thighs were closed tightly against him, even as they slowed down their pace as you grew overstimulated.

You shivered against him, your body easing into his warmth and you opened your eyes to look at him. 

Sylus shifted behind you, his chest still pressed against your back, the rise and fall of his breathing slowly syncing with yours. You could feel his fingertips as they brushed down from your chin and over your neck, the gentle touch a contrast to the intensity of moments before. His movements were lazy now but they were deliberate in being tender with you.

"Hey," he whispered softly, your thighs still holding one of his hands hostage "You okay?"

You couldn't help but laugh slightly.

"Yeah.. Yeah I'm fine," you told him, grinning tiredly "I might have to let you beat me in Kitty Cards more often if this is my consolation.."

Sylus huffed a laugh, forehead pressing against yours.

"Yeah?" he replied, kissing your jaw, your cheek and finally your shoulder "If this is my reward kitten, you can lose every damn time"

"Although, I think.." you shifted again, feeling the hardness of his cock against your back. Your nose brushed against his, lips dangerously close to his own "I think you still have some making up to do"

"Is that so?" His gaze flickered down to your lips before meeting your eyes again.

"Mmhm," you murmured, his cock twitched at the softness in your voice but your eyes.. the way they were pleading at him had his heart beating out his chest "You're not off the hook just yet"

"Fuck, kitten.." his fingers rubbed against your clit lazily and you whimpered at the feeling, still too sensitive but you had no thoughts of stopping him "You don’t even realize what you do to me"

He was moving before you knew it, hand shifting from between the warmth of your thighs and he lay you down on your back, hovering over you with that familiar hunger in his eyes.

His hands were rough now, tearing the blanket away from your body and gripping your thighs to yank them apart like he couldn’t get enough of you and you let him, no resistance left, nothing but surrender and you couldn't help but smile up at him.

His lips met yours, gently at first as he savoured the taste of you and you let out a soft sigh, body responding to the warmth of his touch and annoyingly how perfect his lips fitted against your own. It didn't stay gentle for long, and the slow movements of his lips against yours turned rough, they turned desperate.

He moved over you further, body pressing down into you and rolling his hips over yours. He ensured that there was no space left between you and you were grateful for that, not wanting to be a centimetre away from him. The heat between you escalated and your breath caught, heart racing as his kiss grew more urgent, his tongue teasing at the seam of your lips demanding entry.

You couldn’t help but give in, opening your mouth and welcoming him in and of course his taste was intoxicating, it always was. You couldn't get enough of him, he could tell from how you eagerly responded to him, hands finding his shoulders, nails scratching his neck and any bit of skin you could get your hands on.

His lips left yours, trailing down your jaw, over your neck, his teeth grazing your skin in a way that made your breath catch. Every touch felt like fire and you wanted more, you needed more. 

Your head fell back against the pillow, exposing more of your skin to him. His hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer and your bodies were glued together, feeling everything. You could feel the hard press of his cock against your pussy, you felt his muscles against yours and it made you ache inside.

Your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging him up to meet your lips again. This kiss was desperate, it was as though you were both trying to consume each other whole and you wanted nothing more than that. He smiled against your lips, fingers skimming over the curve of your waist and up to your chest, pinching your nipples through your shirt and you whined against him. 

"Can't.. hm-can't wait anymore," your words were muffled and drowned out by his lips, he seemed to refuse to move them away from yours and as much as you weren't going to complain you needed him to do something "Need you, Sylus.. please"

A rough growl tore from his chest and his hands were off you in a second, rushing down to his waist before fiddling with his belt. You peppered his neck with kisses as he fought against his clothes, the leather around his waist proving to be a challenge and it was annoying him how much his hands were shaking from being here, from being here with you.

He cursed under his breath, still struggling and his cock twitched again when he heard you giggle against his neck.

"Sweetheart-"

"You strugglin, baby?"

He swore he could have came just from that, the weight of your words.. teasing him, calling him baby as your lips that he loved so much painted his neck in bruises but you made no move to help him.

He was beginning to ache and he had no idea why his belt was fighting so much against him when all he wanted was to be inside you, to please you like he always tried to do even out of the bedroom. He wanted to make you the happiest you had ever been, not just so you'd join Onychinus but so you'd stay here, with him.

Your hands distracted him as they pushed against his chest, making him lean back until he was kneeling on the bed and you were now sat up in front of him. His face was flushed, cheeks red with his hands falling away from his belt as he stared at you, the gentle smile you sent his way warmed his heart.

His face flushed deeper as he watched you, heart pounding in his chest. There was something about your smile, that warmth in your eyes that made him feel both exposed and wanted. He wasn't used to being this vulnerable, especially not with someone he cared about so much.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" he murmured, his voice rougher than he meant.

The rawness of it caught him (and you) off guard but it was the truth. Every inch of you, every little detail that made you who you were and he hadn’t realized just how much he needed to say it until now, until this moment when his heart was so loud in his chest that he thought it might burst.

His eyes drifted down to your lips, your skin, the soft curve of your neck where he had left marks only moments before.

"Is that part of you making it up to me?" you whispered and he chuckled, shaking his head.

His hands reached out, holding your face gently before he leant in, kissing your lips  with a tender care that took your breath away.

"No just.. needed you to know sweetheart," he smiled then, pecking your lips once more before sighing against you "I am going to need your help with my belt though"

You couldn’t help but smile brightly at his words, leaning in to kiss him again. Your hands moved to his belt as you kissed him, unbuckling it slowly and moaning lightly against his lips. Sylus let out a soft groan as he felt the leather loosen, your small fingers moving the buttons of his trousers and he didn't give you a second to think before he was pushing you back down on the bed.

His hips rolled into yours and you both sighed at the feeling. His trousers were pushed down, resting in the middle of his thighs before you made quick work of pushing his boxers down to free his cock. It slapped his stomach after being released and he bit your bottom lip gently at the feeling, the head was pumping with adrenaline and desperate need to be inside you.

It seemed like you wanted the same thing, and you didn't let him or you get undressed. Your hand was wrapped around his cock before he knew it, giving him a few pumps before moving your shorts to the side and exposing your slick pussy to him.

It was a sight to see.. you in your pyjamas still, shorts pushed to the side while Sylus was also still dressed above you. Trousers and boxers resting on his thighs just enough to free his cock, hands all over you as you lined him up to your entrance.

He was pushing into you bit by bit, the stretch of him inside you felt amazing and it always did. You remember it was a struggle the first time he fucked you, but now your body was growing used to him. It still felt good though, the way he stretched you out the further he sank inside you and when he was fully inside you you had never felt so full.

He rested inside you for a moment, feeling the way he fit perfectly inside you, like you were made for him.

"Sy-"

Your words were cut off with a gasp as he thrusted hard, the wind being knocked from you as he snapped his hips forward. He pulled out once more before burying himself back inside you and you cried out from the feeling, nails digging into his skin and he groaned from the feeling of it.

You tried, you really tried to hold yourself together but it was useless.

Sylus was thrusting into you like his life depended on it, like the speed and roughness of his thrusts were crucial for him to breathe. There were no complaints from you...

Your breasts shifted under your shirt each time he thrusted and he watched carefully, one hand coming up to grip one of your nipples and you whimpered against him.

"C-Can't... fuck-you feel so good" his other hand was fisted in the sheets beside your head as he continued his thrusts and your ears perked up at the way he was whining against you "So good to me.. s'good sweetheart"

His voice broke into a groan when you clenched around him, his hips stuttering before he drove himself even deeper, grinding against you so hard you could feel the tremble in his thighs.

You could feel him in your stomach, the tip of him pushing against your insides and you knew if you looked down you'd see him there. Your stomach bulged out from the sheer size of him and you moaned when he rocked into you faster, forehead pressing against yours.

Sylus’ pace stuttered slightly, his breath coming in broken pants as he tried to slow down but your body squeezed him tighter, encouraging him to keep going. You felt the weight of his hips pressing down on yours, sending shocks of pleasure through your every nerve.

You arched up into him breathless, eyes half lidded as you moaned his name like a prayer.

"Sylus... please... harder"

His entire body tensed above you and without warning, his thrusts became erratic and frantic. He wasn't even sure if he could go harder but when you pulled his hair from a series of thrusts he did he knew he was doing what was asked. He'd do anything you asked.

His thrusts were fast and brutal and you could hear the wet, filthy sounds of him moving inside you, the bed creaking under the desperation of his pace. He was trembling, full body shaking above you and still, still he couldn't stop.. like the idea of pulling away from you would kill him on the spot.

He kissed you then, desperate and sloppy with teeth clashing against each other as you were both breathing so hard it felt like he was going to break apart and when you moaned into his mouth, he groaned so loud it vibrated against your ribs.

"I need-" he rasped, lips ghosting over your jaw "need to give you everything, baby.. need you to take it, need you to let me.. give it please"

The way he begged against your skin, the pure desperation in his voice made your entire body tighten around him and he felt it, he cried out against your throat as he drove into you harder, like he was pouring every piece of himself into you.

You moved against him instinctively, your body searching for that sweet friction that would finally bring relief. Sylus’ eyes locked with yours and in that moment, you saw the raw intensity reflected back at you.

"Can feel you, Sylus.." you held the top of his hand that was on your breast, moving it down your body and to your stomach and he felt the way that he was pushing your stomach up with each thrust.

Fuck.

"You’re-" a harsh grunt tore from him when your nails raked down his back "fuck, you're perfect... so perfect, made for me, made just for me"

His hand found your face, thumb stroking your cheek in a shaky motion while the other hand stayed on your stomach, pushing against his cock inside you and the whine that poured from your lips had him second guessing the thought of kissing you. He wanted to hear you, needed to hear you, needed to hear the sweet sounds fall from your mouth as he fucked you.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, urging him deeper and his groan echoed through the room.

"Sylus," Your voice broke as the tension inside you coiled tighter, your chest heaving with each breath "I’m... I’m so close..."

He was moving like a man starved at this point, like the rough speed of his thrusts was the only thing keeping him alive. Your walls clenched around him even tighter and he almost sobbed against your skin, burying his head into your neck and his thrusts grew messier, less coordinated. He was falling apart inside you and it only made you cling to him harder.

"Yeah, that's it," he rasped against your ear, his thrusts growing just the tiniest bit deeper and dragging through your soaked cunt like he was savouring it. He felt you grow tighter and tighter around him "That's it.. just like that. My sweet sweet girl..."

The words spilled from him like a confession and you couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped your throat as his rhythm grew wild, more desperate. 

You were gone. You could barely breathe, barely think, reduced to soft whines and gasps as he fucked you fast and deep, like he was determined to melt you down until there was nothing left but the feeling of him inside you.

The way his body moved against yours, the rhythmic grind of his hips, the feel of his hands on you, pushing against the bulge in your stomach it all blurred together into one single, intoxicating movement. He was pulling more from you than you knew you could give but you couldn’t stop, couldn’t hold back. You wanted him, needed him to fill you completely.

"Don't stop-god please don't stop.."

"Cum for me, sweetheart"

And you did, you shattered around him with a broken cry, clinging to him like you were drowning and he was the only thing keeping you afloat. Your body convulsed around him, squeezing him so tight that he swore viciously against your neck. You were completely lost to him, your mind clouded by the overwhelming pleasure.

Your whole body was twitching underneath him and when your nails raked down his back under his shirt he found himself spilling inside you with a low groan, face pushing against your throat like he needed to hide his vulnerability away from you in that moment but he knew he shouldn't, he knew he should never hide from you.

For a moment neither of you moved, the two of you pressed together, breathing heavy and laboured. Sylus was still nested deep inside you, his body weight settling gently against yours as if unwilling to pull away and it felt as though the world outside no longer existed.

Sylus kissed your neck, then moved up to your cheek and finally met your lips, each kiss gentle compared to the rough thrusts he just delivered and you had to pull away to catch your breath.

"Wow.." you found yourself saying, earning a quiet chuckle from the man above you.

"Wow," he repeated, smiling down at you and brushing his thumb against your cheek "Am I forgiven now, kitten?"

You couldn't help but laugh, truly laugh at his response and the movement made his cock shift inside you, softening now. You looked like a dream beneath him, hair spread out on the pillow, cheeks flushed and lips red from where he had kissed you. If he could frame this moment, he would.

"I'm considering it.." your tone was softer now, hand coming up and brushing away the hair that stuck to his forehead as you stared at him "You're beautiful, Sylus"

His breath caught in his chest. Beautiful? The word felt foreign when attached to him but hearing it from you, with that softness in your voice, made his chest tighten. He swallowed hard, unsure of what to say.

His gaze dropped for a brief moment, his eyes flicking over the way your body was still pressed under his, the way you had opened up to him, both physically and emotionally. There was no pretending, no facades between the two of you right now and it felt real. The fact that you found him beautiful.. well, it made something inside him soften in a way he hadn’t expected. 

Sylus finally let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and he lowered his head, resting it lightly against your shoulder, he couldn’t help but let his guard down a little more.

"You're..." He paused, gathering his thoughts and then he chuckled softly "You're something else, kitten"

His hand came up, blindly brushing your hair back from your face, his thumb tracing the line of your jaw and you let him. If this moment right here was a special perk of staying in the N109 zone, then you'd take up his offer of joining Onychinus any day. 

And maybe, just maybe.. you should let him beat you in Kitty Cards more often.