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while talking with @candycorncartooncat about bonnie looping au, the idea of loop & odile in the context of odile looping came up - and when talking, xe came up with the idea that over the loops, odile starts to believe loop is a forgotten party member - and well. I had to draw an interaction resulting from that would look like <3
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broken promises
pt two
bodyguard!logan howlett x congressman's daughter!reader
a/n: the fact that he was canonically a bodyguard makes me absolutely insane someone congratulate me, I finally figured out how to make my own dividers Summary: He's learned from past mistakes that no matter how tempting the girl is, it's better not to get involved. He just needs some cash, he doesn't give a fuck how pretty you are. He doesn't care about you. He makes it clear he wants nothing to do with you besides seeing you sign his check. But, is that really all he wants? You're not blind to the way he looks at you. 18+ MDNI Shameless smut at the end, I'm not sorry about it at all.
Logan had gotten used to this. The long drawn-out wait to meet with the man who wanted to hire him. He always arrived right on time, not a moment earlier. They all had the same game they liked to play.Â
The secretary would greet him, a pretty girl in her 20s that the men were screwing or trying to screw. Then they would make him sit in the lobby for half an hour. Theyâd apologize by pushing the blame on someone else, saying a meeting had gone on too long. But there wasnât a meeting. There never was.Â
They liked to make themselves seem more important than they were. It was a power game, an intimidation tactic that he had always scoffed at. He didnât give a fuck what government ties they had or otherwise. He just wanted his paycheck.Â
This one was no different. A congressman who had only recently begun to make waves when he started up an anti-mutant agenda. Ironic that he had specifically requested Logan for the very thing he was trying to eradicate.Â
There was a buzz and then the secretary was picking up her phone. She spared Logan a fleeting glance before whispering something into the receiver. She looked over at him and he already knew what she was going to say. âHeâs ready for you now.âÂ
âThanks, sweetheart,â she gave him a coquettish smile as he made his way towards the large office at the end of the hall. The door was closed when he reached it, three quick knocks and then a quiet Come in.Â
The man didnât even look up to greet him. He continued signing something on his desk. Logan took a seat in one of the chairs, waiting for another few minutes before he was deemed important enough to address. He received a tight smile and narrowed eyes as the man took in the way he was dressed.Â
He never dressed up for these things. Heâd learned a while ago that a suit wasnât going to get him any further than his leather jacket was. Might as well be comfortable while talking to these pricks.Â
âHad a phone call with an associate of mine. Ran on longer than I meant it to.â Always an excuse, never an apology.Â
Logan scoffed and shrugged. âI was fine.â
The man sniffed, âIâm sure. Look, Iâll cut straight to the chase. You come highly recommended by my peers and I need help fast.â Logan nodded, motioning for him to continue. The manâs eyes lingered on his fists for a long while before he finished. âItâs my daughter. Things have been a little rough for her at school, for lack of a better word. Especially since this new campaign started. I just need someone to keep a closer eye on her.â
Loganâs eyes narrowed, âShe a party girl or something?â He wasnât sure he could handle another bratty daddyâs girl again. The last one had nearly made him blow his brains out. They always think flipping their skirts up will let them get away with more and he canât stand it.Â
The manâs face blanched and he shook his head so vigorously that his jowls moved with him. âOh, no, not at all. But sheâs,â he paused and lowered his voice. He leaned in closer to Logan and waited for Logan to do the same. He rolled his eyes but did it anyway. âSheâs like you, you know.â
Logan shot him a grin, âYou mean a mutant.â
âLower your voice,â he hissed, face tightening up in anger. âBut, yes, a mutant. And I need one to guard her.â Ironic, this man was driving a campaign to make mutants second-class citizens, and his daughter was one. But Logan needed a check, he didnât give a fuck about the morals of it all.Â
âSounds good to me.â
âPerfect, you can pick her up from school for me.â
You had your earbuds in, head lowered while you made the trek across campus when you noticed him. He was difficult to miss, tall and buff. Very buff, youâre surprised that tank top of his hasnât ripped every time he flexes.Â
Your dadâs newest campaign has you hyper-aware of your surroundings. You canât afford to let your guard down. Not after the last attack.Â
Thereâs something about this man that tells you he isnât someone looking to jump you, though. Youâre not sure what it is. Every part of him screams danger, but not the type youâre looking out for. The cigar perched between his lips, the glistening muscles you want to bite, heâs trouble.Â
When you spot him outside your lecture hall for the third time that day, you finally figure out whatâs happening. Your dad had told you heâd hired someone new to watch over you at school. You hadnât voiced just how against it you were, but you didnât like the idea.Â
You didnât mind this guy, though. He wasnât busting into your classes and embarrassing the shit out of you by making everyone empty their pockets like the last guy. He just lingered. You could deal with lingering.Â
What you couldnât deal with was the way he was leaning against his motorcycle, smirking as you slowly approached him.Â
âDid my dad hire you?â You call out, tugging your earbuds out. âWho are you?â
He speaks around the cigar like it's second nature. âYour new bodyguard, sweetheart.â You suck in a deep breath when you hear his voice. Heâs extremely attractive, you're surprised your dad would risk this.Â
One of the other ones had kind of gotten a little obsessed, stalking you even in his off hours. You didnât think your dad would want another pretty boy around you. Though, you suppose this one isnât pretty. Heâs extremely handsome, ruggedly so, very manly. Jesus, you might end up being the stalker this time.Â
His lips curl up like he knows what youâre thinking about. You clear your throat, shifting your backpack higher up your arm. âYou planning on taking me home on that?â You ask, pointing at his bike.Â
He straightens up and shrugs. âGot a problem with the bike?â
You grin, âNot really,â but your dad will. âNo, not at all.â
You walk towards him and he reaches out, grabbing your backpack straps and tugging you towards him. You stumble, hands bracing against his chest so you donât land flat on your face. âSorry, kid,â but he doesnât sound sorry at all. He buckles the straps of your backpack together and tightens them, puffing smoke in your face while he does. âDonât want this flying off.â
âMhm,â you hum. Youâre not paying attention at all. The only thing you care about right now is just how ripped he is under your hands. Youâre not sure how long you gawk at him but he seems to be ridiculously amused by it.Â
âReady to go home, or what?â You jump back from him, brushing your hands off on your leggings and clearing your throat.Â
âYes, yeah.â You rip your eyes off his body and instead focus on the bike. âNo helmets?â You ask.
âYou heal, donât you?â You nod and he shrugs. âDonât need them then, do we?â
You canât help the giddy grin on your face at that. Itâs gotten tiring being treated like glass. Youâre about to get on the bike when you finally process what he said. âWait, how do you know I heal?â
He doesnât respond verbally. Instead, his gaze darts down to his fists. Your eyes widen when you see the metal poking through the skin. Of course, your father would only tell another mutant about his abomination of a daughter. You scoff and roll your eyes. Heâs such a fucking hypocrite.Â
Logan climbs on the bike and you follow after him. You're hesitant to wrap your arms around his waist but he just reaches behind himself and jerks you forward.Â
You suck in a sharp breath, pelvis tight against his ass while he squeezes your hands. âYou want to go flying?â You shake your head and he chuckles, starting the bike and driving off without another word.Â
Part of you loves the ride home, the other part detests it. For once you get to experience a little freedom. Youâre not trapped in a steel box staring at the back of a car seat while the man beside you pretends he doesnât exist.Â
You can feel the wind in your hair, get a taste of real speed, and enjoy a moment uninterrupted by someoneâs expectations of you. On the other hand, Logan does not respect speeding laws. And healing abilities or not, you donât actually want to experience road rash.Â
He manages to get you home in one piece, parking the motorcycle in the driveway and waiting for you to get off. But you canât, your thighs have been clenching the seat so tight you think they might need to scrape you off.Â
âKid?â He mutters. You shake your head against his back, arms still strangling his waist. It was actually kind of fucking terrifying being on one of these things. You canât tell if you loved or hated it.Â
He lets out a rough sigh, forcibly moving your arms and then tugging you off the seat. Your legs are like jello while you try and straighten out. âWasnât so bad, was it?â He asks. You canât manage much more than a strangled hum and he laughs.Â
You turn to your front door and spot a leering face peering out the window. âShit,â you huff. Your stepmother sees you spot her and disappears from view. You feel your hopes of ever getting back on that bike go with her.Â
âYou took her home on your bike!â
âWell-â
You flinch at the volume of your fatherâs voice. âI donât give a fuck what your excuse is! I will not have my daughter seen riding that monstrosity! You are not to do this again, do you understand me?â
You donât know what Logan says, but youâre certain itâs not the submissive Yes, sir your father is looking for. He continues shouting at him for another ten minutes. When you hear the door to his office open you scramble to look like you hadnât been listening in.Â
But youâre a bad actress and if his huff of laughter is anything to go by, Logan knows what you were doing. âDid you know that was going to happen?â He asks, pointing back to your fatherâs, now closed, study.Â
You nod, pursing your lips with an apologetic smile. âIf it helps, I was really hoping he wouldnât do that.â
He shrugs, âI donât really give a fuck how much he wants to scream at me.â Itâs refreshing, to finally have someone in the house who doesnât kiss your fatherâs ass. It makes you smile, a real genuine smile for the first time in a while.Â
You stand from the chair youâd been sitting in, gesturing further into your home. âAre you hungry? I havenât eaten all day so I was thinking about making something.â
The smirk drops from his face, expression suddenly serious. It makes you tense up. âLook, I appreciate the offer, but Iâm here to get paid. I donât want to be your friend, kid.â
You suck in a sharp breath, trying not to let the rejection sting. Heâs a professional, it should be a relief after the last one. âRight, yeah, Iâm sorry I didnât mean it like that.â
He nods, âRight,â tone stiff. You stare at him for another awkwardly long moment before you finally turn on your heel and walk toward the kitchen. You rush there, speedwalking so you donât have to look at him any longer.Â
You open up your fridge, keeping your back to him for as long as humanly possible. You can hear him take a seat at the island, can feel the way his eyes bore into you. Itâs a physical thing, his gaze, makes chills scrape their way down your spine.Â
You make yourself a sandwich and finally force yourself to turn around. Like youâd expected, heâs already looking at you. Lips ticking up just slightly when you finally get the courage to look up at him.Â
Logan feels a little guilty. You werenât coming onto him earlier, you were being genuine with your kindness. He knows there were no ulterior motives to it and thereâs a very slight part of him that feels bad for making you so quiet. âWhyâs your dad so pissy about the bike?â
Youâre a little startled by the question, after the comment he made youâd thought he wouldnât want anything to do with you. You swallow down the rest of your bite and cough a little when the bread gets stuck on the roof of your mouth.Â
âHe doesnât want me to crash.â
âBut you heal,â he points out bluntly and you canât help but laugh a little.Â
âYeah, thatâs the problem. He doesnât want me to crash and for someone to see that I miraculously healed. Having a freak for a daughter wouldnât exactly help his campaign, would it?â You canât even attempt to hide the bitterness in your voice. And you know Logan picks up on it because he doesnât ask any more questions.Â
Your gaze drops to your plate and you finish the rest of your meal in silence. Or, you try to. âGot any plans tonight?â
You chuckle and give him an odd look. âNo,â you respond sardonically. âNone at all, prepare yourself for a very boring job. I donât even know why he hired you, I never leave the house unless it's for school.â
âYeah?â he muses, but he doesnât seem particularly interested. More like heâs talking just to pass the time. âI heard youâve been having a hard time at school.â
You suck in a sharp breath, a sudden wave of anger roiling through your gut. The cabinets behind you begin to shake and you wince in embarrassment, tamping down on your powers before you accidentally blow up the kitchen.Â
Logan watches the moment with subdued interest like heâs not all that surprised or impressed with the display. âUnless they were a PoliSci nerd, I was a nobody up until last year.â Thereâs no concealing the hate lurking within your words, âAnd then my dad took up this whole anti-mutant regime. Well, you can imagine how much the activists love me. Iâve just had a few incidents with some particularly passionate protestors.â
âDo you believe in it?â
Your eyes widen in surprise, you hadnât expected him to actually continue the conversation. âWhat do you mean?â
He leans back, arms crossed across his chest in a way that makes his biceps bulge. He shrugs, âThe anti-mutant regime, do you agree with it?â
You open your mouth, the perfected script almost rolling off your tongue. But this isnât some politician's son youâre wooing. Youâre not the perfect daughter, youâre in your own home, finally talking to someone else like you.Â
âNo.â You answer, voice strong in its conviction. âAnd every time I see one of his PAs running around with their little signs I want to ram the stick up their ass.â
He barks out a laugh, eyes crinkling up in amusement. âI think we might get along, kid.â
You try to ignore the way your cheeks warm at his words. You donât want to be this affected by him, youâve barely spoken to him. But this is the first person in a long time that you know with absolute certainty you can be honest with. He doesnât care about protecting your political image or bowing to your fatherâs every whim.Â
Itâs a relief, like a constricting weight being taken off your chest. You give him an easy smile and get up to wash your dishes. His eyes are on you again but they feel less oppressive this time. Youâve already forgotten the rule heâs set in place, youâre not supposed to be friends.Â
Itâs going to be hard to remember that.Â
Your father tightens his grip around your waist until you feel like you might squeal. âSmile, now.â You raise your hand, taking the stairs up the stage and waving out at the crowd thatâs formed. Itâs hot today, your makeup would be melting off if it werenât for the artists who put it on for you.Â
Always have to look good in front of the camera. All of you. Seeing Logan in a suit was certainly a surprise. Youâre almost completely sure that your father had to give him a bonus to even consider wearing it today.Â
He looks good, but you honestly prefer him in the normal beater and leather jacket. Itâs something so uniquely him. This is just a reminder of your reality, that nothing around you is real. Itâs all pretty lies wrapped up in expensive clothes.Â
You have to bite your tongue and hold back a grimace when your father begins his speech. âFirst, we had to let them into our jobs. Now theyâre in our schools! Our children arenât safe, not when theyâve got loaded weapons sitting beside them! Because thatâs exactly what they are, weapons of mass destruction that will take apart-â
âFuck me,â you hiss under your breath. Your cheeks hurt from keeping this smile on your face. Youâre struggling not to flinch every time the crowd surges up to agree with him, bigoted shouts making your ears bleed.Â
Loganâs brows raise and he gives you a brief glance over his shoulder. Your face pinches in confusion only for a moment before you quickly correct it. Still, you keep your lips nearly completely motionless as you whisper, âCan you hear me?â
You dart your gaze back down to him and catch the barest of nods. Your smile softens, becoming something real if only for a moment. You donât say anything else, you donât need to. Itâs just a comfort to know someone else is there with you, seeing through the painted faces and plastic smiles.Â
Thereâs movement in the crowd. It cuts your father off midsentence. He peers over the podium, trying to get a better look at whatâs happening. You hear someone scream and then the entire crowd is getting knocked to the ground.Â
You jump back in shock, everyone on stage still. The security, however, is rushing to get to you and your family. Itâs too late, though, thereâs a mutant in the crowd and his eyes are set on you. âFuck you,â he screams out your father's name and lugs something at the stage.Â
You hear someone shout your name but itâs too late. Glass shatters against the side of your face. It takes less than a second for the pain to start. You can feel holes being burned through your skin, like living fire melting through your bones and gums. A scream rips out of your throat, your hands coming up to block your face too late.Â
âGet her out of here!â
As agonizing as it is, you can already feel your skin working to mend itself. You can practically hear the flesh bonding back together. But the acid is dripping down you. It keeps moving steadily through your clothes and skin, your abilities on overdrive trying to repair the damage.Â
You canât focus on anything except the sensation of being burned alive. Suddenly, thereâs an arm being thrown around your shoulder and youâre being lifted off your feet. Your skin scrapes against the rough material of someoneâs blazer and it makes you grit your teeth and scream again.Â
âI know, hold on kid, itâll be over in a minute.â Logan rushes you behind the stage, where there are no cameras to watch you heal. You donât know how your fatherâs PR team is going to spin this. Everyone saw it, saw the way your flesh bubbled and boiled. Thereâs no hiding the fact that half your face should be melted off.Â
âCar,â you grunt out when he puts you on your feet again.Â
His hands are clamped firmly around your shoulders, inspecting you for any further damage. âWhat?â
âWe gotta get to the car,â the words are a struggle to get out. Your lungs constrict painfully in your chest while you force the rest out. âCanât let them see.â
He looks pissed off that that's what you're worried about and not the fact that you were just attacked. Finally, after a minute of just staring at you, he nods. He wraps an arm around your shoulder and runs with you back to the limo. He throws the door open, pushing you inside and sliding in beside you.Â
You take in a deep breath the second youâre no longer in view of the TV cameras. âFuck,â you gasp out. Your dress is in tatters on your left side and you quickly cover your chest. You pray that you didnât accidentally flash anything while you were still on stage. Your father would never forgive you for that.Â
Itâs silent in the car for a moment. You feel something being draped over your shoulder and look over to see Logan passing you his jacket. When he catches your gaze he gently grabs your jaw and titls your face towards his.Â
His eyes rove over the left side of your face and he gives you a tight smile. âYouâre fine, kid.â
You pull your chin out of his grip and pull his jacket closed around you. âSee why my father wanted you around? How would he have ever explained his daughter surviving an acid attack?â
Thereâs something pinched in his gaze. A deep-seated irritation and something else youâre too tired to identify. Heâs looking at you oddly and you wish he wouldnât. You press your forehead to the cool glass of the window and slump against the car door.Â
You donât know when you fall asleep but by the time you wake up, Loganâs already carrying you up to your room. He sees you shift awake and places you on your feet. You steady yourself against the stair banister and walk the rest of the way to your room, trying to shake off the pain of the day.Â
You look back just in time to see Logan at the front door. âGoodnight,â you call down to him. You know he can hear you, but he walks through the door without another word. You bite your lip, ignoring the sinking feeling of your gut.Â
You toss your destroyed dress to the floor and turn your TV on. You surf through the channels for a bit before finding a clip of todayâs incident. â-apparently part of a protest for mutants against the government. I donât know Bill, they seem to just be proving everybodyâs point. They are unsafe.â
âI agree, my thoughts and prayers go out toâŚâ
You roll your eyes as they say your name. Theyâre saying it wasnât acid, instead itâs some sort of chemical compound that causes extreme pain. Even you donât believe that bullshit. You have a feeling your father is going to be looking for a new PR team tomorrow.Â
Your attention is snagged by the replay of the accident. You donât focus on the acid, you donât want to. Instead, you see how quickly Logan rushed to your side. He seemed to be right there even as the acid was being thrown.Â
Your brows pinch together and you glance at the jacket beside you. Heâd forgotten to take it back before he left. You pick it up, eyes skating over the fabric before you find what youâre looking for. Thereâs a large hole in the right sleeve, acid having burned through it.Â
You hadnât even realized he was in pain. You know he can heal, but it doesnât get rid of the fluttering feeling in your stomach. Youâve never had someone look after you like that.Â
You grin to yourself, tucking the jacket in the back of your closet. Youâre sure he wouldnât want it back and youâre not planning on parting with it anytime soon.Â
Youâre on house arrest for a week after the acid incident. Which includes no school. Your father has to play into the idea that youâre recovering from the trauma and healing. You donât know how much longer heâs planning on keeping you locked up but youâre going stir crazy.Â
Not only do you not get to go to classes, but Logan isnât around either. He doesnât need to be, not when the only place youâre in is your room. Heâs not a friend, heâs made that clear, but heâs something. And you are desperately craving that specific something.Â
âIt was a sickening attack against my daughter that my wife and I are still trying to recover from.â You roll your eyes as you listen to your father spew his bullshit to the interviewer in the next room.Â
Youâre not allowed to be out and about, of course. You canât risk someone seeing you. But that doesnât stop you from lurking.Â
âIt was an incredibly traumatic experience for her, Iâm sure.â You grin to yourself, picking at your nails. You like this one, whoever the reporter is interviewing him. She hasnât let him catch a break. Especially not when he tries to capitalize on your trauma. Even though he hasnât checked in once with you.Â
âWell,â he splutters for a moment. âYes, of course,â he tries to sound humble but anyone can tell heâs just covering his ass. âAnd it just further proves what Iâve always said about mutants. They are animals, theyâre not like us.â
Youâd think at a certain point youâd go numb to it. Youâve been raised hearing this rhetoric from him all your life. But the sting never eases. That cloying ache in your chest never quite leaves you. Not when you know the only reason he publicly accepts you is for political gains. So everyone can see what a wonderful father he is and vote for him.
You feel sick to your stomach and you donât think you can listen to much more of this. But right as youâre about to tap out a hand clamps down on your shoulder. You nearly scream but you catch a whiff of the manâs aftershave and your mouth snaps shut.Â
You leap out of your chair and whip around, a grin plastered on your face. âLogan, what are you doing here?â You canât disguise the giddiness in your voice. He might constantly be reminding you that you hold nothing more than a professional relationship, but you donât give a shit. Heâs a constant in your life and thatâs rare for you, so youâll latch onto whatever comfort you can find.Â
His gaze briefly darts to the connecting wall to your fatherâs study and you flush. Heâd probably heard all of that. Youâve never had someone see the side of your father that you do. Thereâs something shamefully embarrassing about it.Â
He looks back at you and gives you a sly smirk. âWanna get out of here?â Youâd have to be an idiot to say no.
âUh,â you can hear the music from where you stand across the street. You shuffle uncertainly on your feet beside Logan, glancing up and down the sidewalk like your fatherâs going to pop out of an alleyway. âI donât know if this is such a good idea.â
Logan tugs his cigar out of his mouth. Heâs leaned up against a lamppost and heâs watched you struggle for the past ten minutes. âLive a little kid, would ya?â
You look back at the dingy bar and grimace. âOkay, thereâs a difference between living a little and having my face blasted on the news. Howâs it going to look if Iâm photographed at a bar while Iâm meant to be healing?â
Logan points with his cigar to the entrance of the bar. âI can promise you, no one in there gives a fuck about who your daddy is.â Comforting, and a little humbling.Â
You take in a deep breath and Logan must sense the change in your demeanor. He flicks the cigar to the ground, crushing it with the heel of his boot. He holds his arm out, âReady, kid?â
You nod, hurrying to his side and slipping under his grasp. He lets his arm hang heavily around your shoulder, hand squeezing your bicep gently to try and quell your nerves. Youâd be swooning at the touch if you werenât about to throw up from anxiety.Â
You used to have a life. Until your father had blown it up. You havenât been around this many people in ages. Well, you havenât been around people who are just having fun and not sucking up to every politicianâs kid they meet.Â
The music gets louder as you step over through the threshold of the bar. The soles of your shoes stick to the floor. People laugh loudly all around you, some of them shouting up at TV screens for whatever sport is currently playing. Youâre sure half of them donât even normally watch the game. They just need an excuse to get their wives off their backs.Â
The thought brings a small smile to your lips. Logan glances down at you and frowns, âYou are old enough to drink, arenât you?â
You roll your eyes and move out from under his hold. âYes, Logan. Iâm going into a masterâs program, my frontal lobe is fully formed.â
He huffs a little at the attitude, cheeks twitching with a suppressed smile. He nods towards the back of the bar, âFind a seat, Iâll get us drinks.â He walks towards the bar without another word and you resent him a little for it.Â
Without him beside you, itâs like everything comes crashing down all at once. The songs playing grate on your ears. Every laugh feels like theyâre screaming in your face. Youâve never been more in tune with your sense of smell and you hate it.Â
Your hands tremble by your sides and you nearly miss the man in front of you spilling his beer down his shirt. It looks completely unnatural, the way it just flips out of his hand. And you know itâs your doing.Â
You shove through him and his friends, running to the back and sliding into the first booth you see. You dig your nails into your palms, taking a few deep breaths to try and calm your heart rate down a bit.Â
Logan slides into the seat across from you, placing a beer in front of you. Itâs barely touched the grimy wood of the table before you tip your head back and drain it. Youâve never been a particular fan of beer or any alcohol for that matter.Â
But right now you need a buzz before you accidentally level the whole bar. You slam the bottle back on the table, taking in a deep breath, and sitting back. Logan gives you a hard stare, glancing between you and the empty bottle.Â
He clicks his tongue and stands up, âIâll go get another one.â
You bite your lip and give him a sheepish, âThank you.â
It doesnât take long for the buzz to settle in. Thereâs a slight tingling in your legs and the tips of your fingers. It almost feels like how you get when youâre starting to get aroused. But you donât know if thatâs from the alcohol or the way Logan looks in his slutty little t-shirt.Â
Definitely tipsy, you think to yourself, nudging your third beer to the side.Â
âAlways been a lightweight?â He teases, watching you with amusement in his gaze while he works on what must be his fifth whiskey.Â
You shake your head with a soft smile. âNo, I used to go out with my friends all the time.â You laugh a little at the memories and lean in a little closer like youâre sharing some horrible secret. Logan rolls his eyes but acquiesces, leaning in to listen to you speak. âWe made up alter egos for our drunk selves. Wanna know mine?â You ask, wiggling your eyebrows at him with a stupid grin.
His brows pinch together and he frowns, âI donât think so.â
You laugh and lean back in your seat. âYouâre the worst!â He places his glass down on the table and fixes you with an odd look. You shift around uncomfortably, âWhat is it?â
âWhat happened to your friends? Why are you hanging out with me and not them?â
âOh,â your gaze drops to the table and you suddenly find the stains on it very interesting. Itâs practically abstract art. You swallow harshly around the lump in your throat and shrug. âUm, just all the stuff with my dad happened, and,â you shrug, âI donât know. My life kind of fell apart.â
You try and shake off the funk, bring back the happy-go-lucky feeling you were in only minutes ago. âI had to move out of the dorms and head back home. My friends stopped talking to me. My boyfriend dumped me. It all just kind of blew up.â
Logan frowns and you swear he seems angry on your behalf. Itâs a nice feeling, having someone care enough to hold a grudge for you. âYou ever tell him how it was all affecting you?â
You snort, âOf course I did. He was overjoyed. He never liked my friends, especially not my boyfriend, they encouraged me to be too independent. He thought I was losing the values he raised me with. He just never cared to learn that I never agreed with them in the first place.â
Logan doesnât say anything for a while and you let your gaze drift to the karaoke stage. Two women are singing a bad redemption of Led Zeppelin and it makes you smile. You donât see the way Loganâs eyes linger on the curve of your lips and then drop to your chest.Â
You never seem to notice how you make him squirm. There is something so interesting about you. Something so different from the families he worked with before. He doesnât know if it's the whole mutant thing, if you two are somehow kindred spirits in that regard. He doubts it, heâs never really cared much about that.Â
But he knows that there is something magnetic about you. It draws him in and makes him hate his own rules. He promised not to get involved with another client. It always ends messy, most times bloody.Â
You turn back to him and smile. Your voice is a low purr as you ask, âYou wanna get out of here?â
Of course, heâs never been one to follow the rules.Â
âI am so sorry about this. Really.âÂ
Logan glares down at you while you straighten out his tie. You duck your head so you donât have to meet his gaze and he lets out a long-suffering sigh.Â
âForget it, kid.â He says it with a smirk but it doesnât make you feel any less guilty.Â
This will be your first public appearance since the incident. Itâs a gala, of course, because your father hates you. Heâd demanded you find a date, someone to look pretty on your arm because he doesnât want you talking while youâre there. Youâre meant for pictures and nothing more.Â
Considering the fact that no one wants to talk to you on campus, the acid incident not helping at all, you had no luck finding a date. Youâd had to beg on hands and knees for days to get Logan to agree.Â
You donât know what it is that finally made him cave but youâre grateful for it. You think your father was expecting you to fail. To come crawling to him and be forced to go with who he wanted you to go with.Â
You were not going to spend the whole night listening to some political major try and explain your own fatherâs campaign to you. Youâd rather swallow acid than go through that for another night. Your father, of course, doesnât know that Logan is taking you.Â
Youâre planning on ambushing him with it. He canât do anything about it now. He wants you to have a date for some reason and thereâs no way for him to find a backup now. You take a step back from him and turn to look in the mirror.Â
Side by side, you do make an incredibly attractive couple. He looks amazing in his suit, his muscles just slightly pushing against the fabric. And as much as he hates the tie and constricting material, he makes it work.Â
And you feel pretty for the first time in a long time. You actually got to do your own hair and makeup for once. Youâre a lot less heavy-handed than the assistants your father hires. You feel comfortable in your own skin, finally, wearing the deep red dress your stepmother had gotten for you.Â
âWe look good,â you muse.Â
Logan looks down at you and smiles slightly, âYou do.â
You give him a confused grin, âI said we.â
He leans down, lips brushing against the shell of your ear as he whispers, âI know what you said, sweetheart.â Your heart nearly beats out of your chest at the proximity. Gooseflesh raises on your arms where heâs touching you and your knee buckles ever so slightly.Â
You can perfectly imagine his husky voice whispering something much, much dirtier to you. He pulls back with a slight chuckle and forcefully turns you around. âCome on, kid, weâre gonna be late.â
He nudges you towards your bedroom door and you nod your head mutely. He keeps doing that to you. These little things that could be so easily dismissed as you reading into his actions. But you know, deep down, youâre not reading into anything.Â
But you donât know what to do with this information that he might possibly be into you. Or at the very least, attracted to you. He made it clear early on that he wants nothing but professionalism between the two of you, yet he continually breaks his own rule.Â
Your father and stepmother are waiting at the bottom of the stairs for you both. Your stepmother smiles when she sees you but your fatherâs face screws up in anger. âAre you fucking kidding me? The goddamn bodyguard?â
You shrug and slip past him, already walking to the front door. âA dateâs a date.â You pause and grin over at him, âWhat are you going to do about it?â Itâs a taunt, one you donât give him a chance to respond to.Â
Youâre already slipping outside and heading to the town car. Something about Logan being with you emboldens you to act in ways you never would. Even when heâs not there, when youâre just having family dinner and your father says something off-putting. You fight back, you donât let him steamroll you and your opinions.Â
You feel better than you have in ages with Logan beside you. Still, the ride there is incredibly awkward.Â
The hotel is grand and luxurious. But they all are. You feel guilty complaining about your life when this is your weekend. What do you have to be upset about when you regularly stay in five-star motels and wear designer dresses without glancing at the price tag?
Sometimes you feel guilty around Logan. You wonder if he ever resents you for your privilege. You might be a mutant like him, sure, but youâve never had to struggle to make ends meet. Or try and scrap together enough money to get your next meal. Youâve never had to worry about where youâre going to sleep next or if youâll have a roof over your head.Â
Your struggles have been so different that you worry if something ever did happen between the two of you, you might not work together.Â
But those are spiraling thoughts for another time. Right now, youâre just trying to get through the front door without someone bombarding your father with questions on his stance about whatever.Â
When itâs clear that heâs going to be there for a while, he sends you and Logan off to the ballroom on your own. You feel bad for your stepmother, having to stay behind and pretend sheâs interested as they bore her with stories that have no real meaning.Â
âPoor woman,â you mutter, watching her struggle to keep the smile on her face.Â
âYou donât call her mom,â Logan muses. You turn to look at him and he just shrugs. âJust a little weird.â
âWell, sheâs not my mom.â His head tilts in confusion and you elaborate. âMy bio mom left the second she figured out she gave birth to a mutant. We lie to the public, stepmomâs interfere with the perfect nuclear family ideal my dadâs pushing for.â
âIf he cares so much about family then why donât you have your dadâs last name?â A good question, one you had to field a lot when you first started school.Â
You give him a sly grin, âTook my mom's maiden name the second I was eighteen, just to piss him off.â Thereâs no true reason behind it other than being vindictive and petty. âHeâs been trying to get me to change it for years but he canât force me to. Besides, I like having my name separate from theirs. Lets me pretend Iâm not a part of the family. Donât get me wrong, sheâs nice and all, we just never really had the chance to bond.â
Someone passes by you. A couple you know youâre supposed to recognize but you canât place their names. The man calls out your name, coming toward you with his arms open wide. You can see Logan tense up slightly beside you, bodyguard instincts coming out for a moment.Â
You squeeze his hand briefly before stepping forward to hug the man. âSo nice to see you, again.â You tell him. He grins and squeezes you a little closer to his chest than necessary.Â
Logan clears his throat, glaring at the manâs drifting hands. Before either of you can react, Logan is pulling you back, hand resting lightly over the small of your back. He holds his hand out, forcing the man to shake his hand and take his attention off of you.
You canât hold back the smile on your lips when you see how much smaller the man is under Loganâs intense stare. Youâve gotten used to the men at these events treating you however they want. They donât see you as a human, you are your fatherâs accessory and their toy. You envy Logan for how easily he can dismiss these men, take away their larger-than-life personalities, and reduce them to the sniveling rats they truly are.Â
He doesnât even speak, simply tugs you towards the ballroom and away from the manâs wandering hands. You canât help the stupid smile on your face while you look at him. He glances out the side of his eye and huffs, âWhat?â He snaps, tone impatient.Â
You shrug and shake your head. âNothing, youâre justâŚâ You trail off, unsure how to continue. You donât want to make him uncomfortable by telling him how you really feel about him. How deeply you appreciate him, how horribly you desire him. Youâre afraid it will all just blow up in your face. That youâll have truly been reading into everything and gotten his intentions all wrong. After all, heâs made it abundantly clear that thereâs meant to be nothing between the two of you except a paycheck.Â
You take in a deep breath, smile faltering, âNothing.â You finally spit out, slipping out of his grasp and walking quicker towards the doors. His hand lingers on your back, fingers trailing slowly down your spine until youâre completely out of his reach.Â
The chatter inside gets louder the closer you get to the entrance. You listen to the indiscernible voices, the quartet playing in the corner, and the clink of metal on the glass as they all eat. You straighten out your shoulders and put on your best smile, mentally preparing yourself to keep it stiff on your cheeks for the rest of the night.Â
Logan catches up to you, the both of you stopping the second you see the inside of the ballroom.Â
People Against Mutants
Evolution or Monstrosities
Parents for the Removal of Mutant Children
Your eyes widen as you take in the banners and signs hanging off the walls. More and more uncreative rhetoric all for the annihilation of mutants. Of people like you and Logan. Your smile drops immediately and you know you should have expected something like this from your father. Heâd been refusing to tell you what this gala was for, saying offhandly he was just raising some money.Â
You thought it was another charity. Not this. Not people, quite literally, calling for your head. For Loganâs head. You suck in a sharp breath and glance towards the silent man beside you. His jaw is clenched as he takes in all the finely dressed people around you. Theyâre all laughing and chatting like theyâre not actively campaigning for the destruction of children.Â
âBar?â You ask, already walking towards it.Â
âSounds good to me.â His hand is on your back again and youâre grateful for it. The glower on his face, the attitude that screams I donât belong here keeps people away from you. He shoulders through the men huddling around the bar, forcefully clearing space for the two of you.Â
And when they turn around, posturing like theyâre going to say something, he only has to look at them for them to retreat with their tails tucked. Itâs ridiculously attractive seeing someone command these men so easily.Â
âWhiskey,â Logan grumbles, he looks back at you and you slide beside him, leaning your elbows against the cool counter.Â
âJust champagne, please,â you tell the bartender. He nods, quickly making your drinks and handing them to you. You turn with the flute in your hand, surveying the room. It feels less like a gala and more like a production of false niceties that will never end and never be genuine.Â
âDonât know how you deal with these fuckers all the time,â Logan mutters, glaring as a man slams into him and keeps walking without apologizing.Â
You let out a short huff of laughter, âHonestly,â he glances over at you and you shrug. âIâve got no fucking clue either.â He scoffs and takes a swig from his glass. But you canât take your eyes off of him. You feel the words on the tip of your tongue, weighing you down until you feel like you have no choice but to spit them out.Â
âYou,â his brows quirk up and he glances over at you. You take in a deep breath and start over, nerves making your palms sweaty around the glass. âYou make it bearable.â
Loganâs face falls and he sucks in a deep breath. You see the expression on his face, you know what heâs going to tell you. And you hate how apologetic he looks. You especially despise the way heâs making you feel pitied. Heâs never done that before and you donât want him to start now.Â
âDonât,â you tell him before he can say anything. You let out a self-deprecating laugh and place the champagne flute on the bar so you donât have to look at him. âI know what youâre going to say, alright. So, just, donât.â
Logan purses his lips and grabs your jaw. You try and jerk your face out of his grasp but he doesnât let you, he forces you to look at him. He only lets go once you reluctantly make eye contact. Youâre surprised by the look on his face. Thereâs no pity in his gaze like youâd expected.Â
This is something else, something darker and more twisted. You canât put your finger on what exactly youâre seeing but you know it makes your heart race and your thighs clench. âListen, sweetheart, I-â
âWhat the hell are you doing?â You jump away from him but Logan just clenches his eyes shut with a short huff of irritated breath. You clear your throat and turn to face your father. Heâs glaring between you and Logan, but smiles warmly anytime someone looks your way. âI didnât bring you here so my contributors could see what a fucking whore you are for the help.â
âDad!â You exclaim, eyes widening in horror. But Logan doesnât seem bothered by your fatherâs words. If anything it seems to incense him, his hand drifting from your jaw to drape itself over the nape of your neck. You try not to show just how much the possessive grip is affecting you but you know they can both tell.Â
Your fatherâs face pinches and he nearly stomps his foot as he looks between you and Logan. He looks like he wants to say something else but your stepmother, thankfully, calls his name. She waves him over towards her and you hold your breath, waiting to see what heâs going to do.Â
He takes in short puffs of air, straightening out his suit jacket and glaring at you. âYouâre not going to be a fucking wallflower all night, got it?â He doesnât give you a chance to respond before heâs stomping off. He calls out a warm greeting to someone across the room and you feel like you can finally breathe again.Â
You give Logan a tired smile and nod towards the rest of the party. âTime to mingle.â
He laughs, loudly, enough to make peopleâs heads turn. You can feel your skin heating up from embarrassment and flinch away from the sound. âSorry, kid, mingling ainât part of my contract.â
Your jaw drops as you glare at him. âAre you serious?â
He turns back to the bar, flagging down the bartender for a refill. âDeadly,â he tells you firmly, barely looking at you. You roll your eyes and walk away from him, glaring at his back the whole time you do so.Â
He thought coming to one of these things, being stuffed in a scratchy suit, would be his worst nightmare. He was proven wrong when he heard them talking to each other. Bitching about golf and their mistresses wanting more attention. Their kids nagging them and their wives being bitches.Â
All of it made him want to down a whole bottle of whiskey and then blow his brains out. His worst nightmare turned into ever having to hold a conversation with one of these pricks.Â
Then, he turns around, surveying the room for wherever you were lurking. He expects you to be by your fatherâs side or hiding somewhere in a corner. Instead, youâre standing close -extremely close - to some pretty boy.Â
His hand is on your waist and youâre laughing at whatever boring fucking story heâs telling you. Logan tries to pick up on your conversation but there are too many things happening at once already. His senses are on overdrive and heâs already struggling against a migraine.Â
He feels something brewing in his gut, something heâs been trying to just shove down for months. He doesnât know what it is he hates about this picture but it makes him sick to his stomach. He hears something crack and looks down to find the glass of whiskey split on one side.Â
âShit,â he hisses, slamming the glass on the bar behind him. He shakes his hand out and tries to unclench his fists but itâs hard. He couldnât have possibly been standing here long enough for you to suddenly find the love of your life. Why the fuck are the two of you so close?
This was so unlike you. Rarely did you ever have something good to say about the men you would encounter at these things. Heâd heard you bitch about it enough times. Something about this isnât adding up and he doesnât know if itâs his own jealousy or intuition.Â
Still, he finds himself pushing away from the bar and stalking towards you both. Closer, he can finally see what the problem is. Your hands are on the guy's chest but you arenât leaning against him, youâre actively trying to push him away.Â
It makes Loganâs blood boil, jaw clenching as he tries to keep himself at bay. He didnât want to cave some kidâs head in in the middle of the gala. But the closer he got the clearer he could hear your hissed warnings to take his hands off of you.Â
Logan finally reaches you and the look of sheer relief on your face makes him want to bring the claws out. Heâd love to see that smug smirk ripped off his face, but he holds back. If only so he doesnât traumatize you.Â
âAlright, bub, hands off,â he warns.Â
âWhy donât you just leave us alone?â He had to give it to the kid, heâs got balls. Rarely did anyone ever buck up to him like this. Normally, he might entertain him a bit, drag this on longer than necessary to get a kick out of it.Â
But he still hasnât taken his hands off of you and Loganâs not interested in fucking around tonight. Without a word, he grabs the kid by the collar of his jacket and tosses him away from you.Â
He lands roughly on the floor with a loud gasp and people turn to look. Logan pays no mind to the onlookers. He places his hand on your back and leads you out of the ballroom, unwilling to have eyes on you for the rest of this conversation.Â
âLogan,â you start, tone nervous.Â
âDonât,â he snaps. He regrets it immediately from the way you jump in surprise. He lets out a rough sigh, running his hand down his face, and walks through the first door he finds. âIâm sorry, kid, I just-â
âLogan,â you cut him off. The tone of your voice is enough to get him to finally look at you. Your arms are crossed and youâre glaring at him. âWhy the fuck did you drag us into a closet?â
His brows furrow in confusion and he glances around, finally realizing what he walked into, âFuck,â he hisses. He gropes blindly around the room for a light switch. Thereâs a small click and then an unflattering fluorescent light is shining down on you both. Heâs managed to drag you both into a small, incredibly cramped, cleaning closet. Â
Youâre grimacing as you push a few mops away from your head. You look over at him and something about the look on his face must be funny because you start to laugh. âWhat were you thinking?â
Your smile makes one curl up on his own lips. He canât help it, something about you eases a bit of the tightness constantly lurking inside him. âThought it was one of those stuffy conference rooms.â
You scoff and reach for the handle, âJust a stuffy closest, good going, Logan.â You roll your eyes and tug on the knob. Your brows furrow together as you jiggle the handle every which way, desperately pulling on it.Â
âMove over,â Logan mutters, nudging you to the side. He wraps his hand around the handle and yanks on it, expecting the door to swing open. When it doesnât his face falls.Â
âDid you miraculously unlock it, genius?â You demand sarcastically. Logan feels his shoulders tense up, frustration levels steadily rising. Heâs already got a shit temper, he doesnât need you adding to this.Â
âNo,â he snipes, âbut I donât see you coming up with any wonderful solutions.â
You throw your hands up in the air, wincing when your elbow collides with the shelving unit behind you. âI didnât drag us into this mess! Why did you even come in here?â You demand and he can see how angry you are.Â
It shows in the way you tapped your heeled feet against the floor and glower at him like heâs the bane of your existence. He doesnât know what happens, what comes over him, or why this is the moment he chooses to break his rule.Â
Your back slams into the shelves behind you and you gasp as he surges towards you. His hands come up to cup your cheeks and before you get a chance to question him, his mouth is covering your own. Logan buries his hand in your hair, ruining the perfectly styled curls. You donât seem to mind much if the way you arch into him is anything to go by.Â
His tongue runs across the seam of your lips, tasting the cherry-flavored gloss youâd applied earlier. He wants to devour you. Consume you body and soul, take everything you have to give, and then keep going. He doesnât want to stop, but heâs not sure he wants the first place you have sex to be in a janitorâs closet.Â
He pulls back, tugging you back when you try to chase his lips with your own. âShouldnât do this here,â he mutters. Heâs struggling to hold back. And when you look up at him, lips swollen from his kiss, and you mutter why, how is he meant to resist?
He tugs you away from the shelves, pushing you against the door so he doesnât have to see your face twist up in pain every time the corner digs into your lower back. Your hands drop down to his belt, lips desperately carving a path down his neck.Â
Heâd laugh at your eagerness if he wasnât just as desperate for you. He reaches for the hem of your dress but itâs one of those floor-length gowns with no slits. He struggled for a minute before getting too impatient and just muttering, âFuck it.â
You gasp when you feel the metal of his claw against your leg, eyes dropping down to watch as he makes himself a slit. He slices the fabric along your thigh and then just rips it. âLogan,â you hiss as he hikes the silk over your hips.Â
âSomething wrong, sweetheart?â You glare at him, eyes darting between him and his pants before you finally shake your head. He laughs slightly, hand drifting under your dress and reveling in the way you shiver under his touch. âYeah,â he whispers, âthatâs what I thought.â
His fingers move gently along your thighs, easing you into his touch. You let out breathy whimpers, tucking your face in his neck the closer he gets to your core. He lets his hand drift lower, searching out the band of your underwear.Â
Heâs pleasantly surprised when heâs met with nothing but you dripping for him. âShit, youâre not wearing any underwear?â
You freeze and keep your face stubbornly buried in his neck. Logan laughs slightly, tugging you back and forcing you to look up at him. You mumble something under your breath. Itâs said so quickly he can barely understand you. âWhat was that?â
âUgh, god, Logan.â You groan and let your eyes drop down to his shirt, fiddling with the end of his tie. âI was hoping this would happen.â
When he doesnât say anything your face shifts, worry gnawing away at you. You glance up at him and are surprised by the intensity of his gaze. Heâs staring down at you like he wants to eat you whole. His pupils have consumed all the color of his eyes, thereâs nothing but want on his face.Â
âYou wanna know why I agreed to come with you, kid?â
Your mind is completely dulled just by being this close to him. It takes you a moment to process what heâs saying before you nod your head. âWhy?â
The look on his face reminds you of a wolf guarding its territory. Itâs predatorial, animalistic, it makes you want him even more. âI didnât want any of these little boys getting a chance to have their hands on you.â His gaze drops down to your lips and he leans in until your breaths are mingling together.Â
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted you.â He dips his head down and his kiss isnât as intense as it was the first time. His lips move lazily over your own, tongue stroking against yours like heâs savoring the taste.Â
You can taste the whiskey heâd drank earlier, can still smell cigars on his breath. It should be revolting, youâve never liked kissing smokers. But there is something so intoxicating about him. Everything he does is enchanting to you.Â
Itâs a naive train of thought but you trust him wholly. He could do whatever he wanted to you and youâd let him willingly. His hands continue their exploration down your body and you canât help but arch into his touch. His fingers stroke languidly over your center and you moan into his mouth.Â
Your lips part with little gasps and your head thunks loudly against the door. Neither of you notice or care, youâve all but forgotten the gala outside. The government employees and rich socialites that youâre supposed to be entertaining.Â
And when he slips a finger inside you, you donât care who hears you call out his name. The rough pad of his finger creates a feeling youâve never been able to produce on your own. Thereâs something so exhilarating about this whole situation.Â
Stuck in this tiny closet, no air to breathe but each otherâs. No room for anything other than your bodies pressed as closely together as possible. You're completely surrounded by him and you never want to leave.Â
âLogan,â you gasp out his name and shove at his shoulders. He momentarily stops his ministrations, giving you a worried look. âPlease, I just want you.â You tug at his wrist, hissing when his fingers leave you with a lewd pop.Â
He looks hesitant, but you can see the way heâs straining against his boxers. You let your hand trail down his stomach, palming him through the thin fabric. His hips buck into your hands and he lets out the most attractive noise youâve ever heard. Youâve always liked guys who arenât afraid to be vocal.Â
âFuck, youâre gonna be the death of me,â he whispers. He swats your hands to the sides, tugging his boxers down and squeezing your hips hard enough to bruise. âCome on, up.â
You jump and he slings your legs around his waist, lining himself up with your entrance. He drags you slowly down his cock, resting your back against the door and giving a hesitant thrust inside you.Â
You canât help the low groan that leaves your parted lips. Itâs like youâre full of nothing but him. Youâd been mentally prepared for the stretch he would present, but you probably should have given him more time to warn you up.Â
You donât care though, this is all youâve been craving for months. To feel nothing, taste nothing but him. Youâve been praying that he feels the same way you do, and if the look on his face is anything to go by, he does.Â
He looks completely wrecked, head resting on your shoulder while you both take a breath. Itâs overwhelming, this feeling of finally having what youâve always wanted. Someone you can give yourself to completely and still feel safe with them.Â
You drag your hand up his back, burying it in his hair and reveling in how soft it is. You tug him back by the roots, tilting his neck until heâs forced to look at you. Your gaze drops to his reddened lips and you smile at the gloss youâve smeared across his chin.Â
âCome on, Logan, donât tell me youâre all talk.â
His eyes narrow but you can see the amusement swimming within them. âYouâre gonna regret that.â
âOh, yeah?â You goad, grinding your hips down against his and biting your lip hard enough to draw blood. Youâre trying not to make a noise, trying to make sure he doesnât see just how much heâs affecting you. But you can already feel your orgasm forming, itâs a low tingle in the tips of your toes, a burning hot desire rushing through your thighs as you clench around him.Â
âYeah,â he promises, thrusting sharply into you. This time the moan is forced out of you, your lips parting unbidden as you slump over him, burying your face in his neck. He doesnât waste any time, using your hips as handles to pump you over his cock like youâre nothing more than a toy.Â
The door rattles behind you, each thrust of his hips makes it shake in its frame. His hands fist the back of your dress, grip so tight you think it might tear. You donât care. He could rip it off of you and youâd walk outside naked right now.Â
You donât care what happens, not when heâs beside you. Thereâs a feeling of security that comes from being around Logan and you can feel it in this moment. You trust him to take care of you in every way.Â
Maybe you shouldnât. After all, you two havenât known each other long. But thereâs not much youâre worried about when heâs moving steadily inside you. You can taste the desperation you share for each other in each pump of his hips.Â
He whispers it into your ear while you claw at his back. The shelves around you shake and you worry you might bring them down if you canât rope yourself in. But you can feel the wave building in the back of your throat, your vision blurring as you tighten your legs around his waist and begin to match his rhythm.Â
âThere you go,â he mutters, pinning you to the door and keeping your hips still while he moves inside you. âCome on, I can feel you clenching around me, sweetheart.â He manages to hold you up with one hand, the other diving between your legs to rub tight circles around your bundle of nerves.Â
It doesnât take much longer for your muscles to seize up, back bowing as you clench desperately around him. âOh, fuck, Logan,â you shout his name, and his hand quickly comes up to smother your cries. He squeezes your cheeks until your eyes snap open and he drags you down to meet his gaze.Â
âDonât want to lose my job, need you to be quiet for me,â he grunts out, his tone breathy and strained. He loses his rhythm, movements speeding up erratically while he lets out low groans and whispers of your name. You almost cum again when he finally finishes inside you.Â
Your limbs are twitching in overstimulation by the time his hips still. You feel completely boneless, body slumped lazily in his arms. He wraps both arms around you, squeezing you a little before slowly lifting you off of him.Â
Itâs a relief of pressure when he pulls out. His cum leaks out of you, dribbling down your thighs and dripping onto the floor of the closest. Your face screws up at the feeling and you internally cringe. No condom was probably a stupid call.
But you donât really want to think about the repercussions right now. Not when heâs stroking your hair and rubbing a soothing hand down your back, waiting until you can form a coherent sentence before he lets you go. âAlright?â He asks, voice bordering on something smug.Â
âMhm,â you push away from him, legs shaky as you try and straighten out your dress. Itâs a loss cause, trying to hide what happened in here at all. Youâve got a tear going up to your hip and youâre pretty sure there are holes in the back. Loganâs tie is gone and you donât even remember taking that off. His shirt is completely wrinkled and your lip gloss has stained his face.Â
Youâve both got horrific sex hair and the room reeks of it. You donât know how you're going to sneak out of here. You still try and relax your hair, patting down the flyaways while Logan retucks his shirt.Â
Itâs silent between the two of you, heavy but not awkward. You donât think either of you knows what to say now that youâve physically acted on what you want. A sudden thought hits you, makes your heart clench painfully and your tongue ties up in your mouth.Â
Heâd confirmed that he wanted your body. That he desired you sexually. But you donât think he actually said anything about a real relationship. There would be problems, of course, your father for one would have a lot to say about it. But you donât care about that. You donât care about any of the consequences, you just want to be with him.Â
You open your mouth to ask him what he wants when the door swings open. Both you and Logan whip towards it. But where you look like a deer caught in the headlights he looks like the epitome of male pride.Â
Especially when he realizes it's your father on the other side. âDad-â You start, but you have no idea what you could even say. Your dress is in tatters and both you and Logan are still mussed up. Thereâs no hiding what happened here.Â
He doesnât let you finish, holding up his hand. His voice is eerily calm as he says, âI thought I heard something banging around in here.â
âYou did,â Logan scoffs, crossing his arms and glaring at your father. You feel your heart jump to your throat, staring over at him with a horrified look on your face. How could he think that was okay to say? It was so dismissive of what you believed had happened.Â
This was more than just a quickie in the dark to you. This meant something, but youâre seriously starting to doubt that it was the same for him as it was for you. And that just makes you feel like the stupid little girl everyone seems to believe you are.Â
Your father says your name but you canât bring yourself to meet his eye. âYouâre feeling sick,â he tells you, no room for argument. âYour date had to take you home. It was just too much too soon after the incident at the rally.â When you donât say anything he shouts out, âUnderstood?â That makes you jump.Â
âYes,â you clear your throat and face him. âYes, understood.â
Your father has made his stance on mutants clear. He hates them, despises them to their very being, and wishes he could kill every last one. And as much as you were raised with those ideas, they were never truly turned on you.
But heâs looking at you right now like he wishes you were never born. You feel like shit on his shoe. Something to be hidden away and buried. It makes your shoulders slump like a hundred pounds was just tossed onto your back.Â
You try to run past him but he jerks you back, fingers so tight around your bicep you feel the skin tear. You gasp in pain but donât say anything, too afraid to argue. âPut his jacket on, I wonât have you looking like a whore.â He releases you with a rough shove and storms off.Â
You can feel something burning at the back of your eyes. A moment later Logan drops his jacket over your shoulders, pulling you back into his chest and running his hands over your arms. âCome on, kid,â he mutters. Thereâs something resigned in his voice that makes your heart drop, âLetâs get you home.â
The walk through the lobby feels like youâre walking through a dream. Youâre not completely present for it, or the ride home. Your mind and your heart are warring and you feel like youâre going to be torn apart if you keep lingering on what just happened.Â
You just canât understand how you could go from having everything you wanted to feeling like the scum of the earth in less than two minutes. Logan doesnât speak as he drives you home. His knuckles are turning white around the steering wheel and youâre afraid to even try and start a conversation.Â
You donât want to hear him tell you that he didnât desire you past your body. You donât want to discover that youâre just another notch on his belt. He seems to do this a lot, sleep with the girls he guards. The idea of just being another job, another fun night, makes you absolutely disgusted with yourself.Â
When he pulls into the driveway of your house you both just sit in the car. Neither of you knows what to say. And the air between you is so thick with tension you feel like you could choke on it. You stare down at your hands, fingers fiddling with the ripped seams of your dress.Â
You pick at the threads and feel his stare on you. You canât do this. You canât deal with the possibility of rejection. Not after what happened between you and certainly not after what your father said.Â
You undo your seat belt and Logan watches as you go through the movements of getting up. His eyes never leave you and itâs like a physical caress, his stare. Normally it would make you warm inside, comforted by his presence. But right now all you can feel is the chill of where his cum has dried between your legs and the icy-hot stab of nausea in your gut.Â
You throw the door open and youâre nearly out when he calls out a quiet, âGoodnight.â
You donât look at him, you canât. You slam the door shut and walk silently to the front door of your house. You donât look back, donât respond, you just slip inside your house and finally let the weight of the night come crashing down on you.Â
You donât cry until you hear him pull out of the driveway.Â
Your father and stepmother usually stay at the hotel the night of a gala. Most nights you come home and enjoy the house to yourself for once. Tonight, youâre woken up by the front door slamming so hard your walls shake.Â
You can faintly hear your stepmotherâs voice trying to console your father. Sheâs muttering something to him you canât make out. You shoot out of bed, running to pull some sweatpants on. After youâd cried yourself out youâd taken a shower.Â
Youâve scrubbed your skin raw but you swear you can still smell him on you. You rush to your bedroom door, turning the knob quietly and slowly peeking your head outside. Your fatherâs at the bottom of the stairs, the second he spots your open door heâs screaming your name.Â
Your stomach twists painfully and you can feel panic starting to overwhelm you. Your hands shake and your legs are stiff as you slowly step into the hallway. Youâre a grown woman. You shouldnât feel like this because your dad is going to yell at you.Â
But heâs been so good at forcing you to rely on him. At forcing you to bend and break to fit his beliefs and mold. You donât know what to do if youâre not striving for his approval. And right now itâs very clear that heâs never been more disgusted by you.Â
If the look on his face isnât enough to twist the knife deeper, his words are. âI have never,â he screams at you. You take a step back, keeping the stairs between you, refusing to meet him in the middle. âBeen more embarrassed to call you my daughter. Do you have any idea how humiliating that was for me? Do you know how many people saw you being dragged outside like a fucking whore off the corner?â
You clench your eyes shut, turning your face away from him as the shame becomes a physical thing inside you. You can feel it making its way up your throat. Because heâs right. Tonight you were nothing more than a slut without any self-respect.Â
But youâre also pissed off. Youâre fucking enraged at yourself for being so stupid as to ever believe Logan wanted you for anything more than your body. You're mad at Logan for knowing how you feel about him and taking advantage of it. And youâre so fucking tired of doing everything you can to make your father proud and it never being enough.Â
âHave you ever once asked me what I want?â You raise your voice, screaming down at him with a ferocity that surprises even you. His eyes widen, frame trembling with unreleased rage. You plow through, not stopping because you know if you do, youâll never get this out. âNo, you havenât. Not once. Because you donât fucking love me! And it has taken me years to accept that, to finally realize that youâre incapable of loving anyone but yourself.â
You gasp, the noise wet and painful as something warm trickles down your cheek. You stare down at him with your eyes wide in realization. âItâs so clear to me now, I feel like an idiot for missing it for so long. You never loved me. Youâre incapable of it!âÂ
Youâre embarrassed at the way your voice cracks. As much as you want to pretend youâre stronger than him, not afraid of him. Thereâs still a little girl inside you who wonders why Daddy doesnât love you.Â
âI donât give a flying fuck what you want, Dad. I donât care what you want my life to look like or if I embarrassed you. Iâm glad I did, glad someone finally saw a sliver of the truth you try so desperately to hide-â
âEnough!â He shouts and it startles you so bad that you jump back, your abilities reacting and a vase behind you flying off the shelf. You duck as glass shatters across the stairs and floor. You glance at the scene with shocked eyes, looking down at your father to see that heâs not even a little bit surprised.Â
Instead, he just looks so deeply disappointed that it makes you shrink into yourself. The anger within you is extinguished in a second. He rubs his face, shaking his head and turning his back on you. âDad?â You call out, voice trembling.Â
âGo to your room,â he tells you quietly. âI donât want to look at you anymore.â You hover by the top of the stairs for a moment, not quite believing him yet. And when he realizes you're still there, that youâre not taking him seriously, he finally looks at you again.Â
âI wish every goddamn day that those doctors had just put you down. Iâd rather have a dead daughter than one like you.â
You stand there, stunned, even after the rest of the house has gone to bed. You clean up the pieces of glass while you try and swallow down your tears. Let the sharp edges dig into your skin and tear until you can feel any type of pain besides the one inside you.Â
A week of solitary confinement. Youâre surprised that you havenât just been kicked out of college. Youâre sure that your fatherâs many donations to the university are the only thing stopping your professors from dropping you from the class.Â
You donât care if they do or not, though. You never actually care about what you studied. Youâd just always hoped that it would be a way for you to escape the tight grip around your neck your dad has on you.Â
Youâve figured out that no matter how hard you fight, youâll never escape him. He hates you and yet, he canât let you go. Youâd laugh if you werenât busy wallowing in your depression.Â
Someone keeps leaving food by your door but you canât find it in yourself to be hungry. Youâll nibble on something, but you feel like youâre going to throw up when you so much as breathe the wrong way.Â
You havenât heard from Logan since that night. You knew your father would fire him the second he woke up. But youâd held out hope - foolishly - that he might still try and reach out to you. You have this childish image in your head of the prince coming to rescue the princess from the dragon.Â
But youâve been naive your whole life, you donât want to keep going down this road. You donât want to keep expecting the best of people and live your life in perpetual disappointment.Â
You havenât seen or spoken to your father since that night. Wordlessly, heâd banned you to your room. No oneâs said it, but you know youâre not allowed to come out. You donât know when heâs going to deem you useful again and drag you back out into the public eye.Â
Contrary to his belief, no one had seen you leave that night with Logan. You hadnât been in any tabloids or shitty news articles. Besides emotional estrangement from your father and losing the only guy youâve ever really liked, there were no consequences to your whorish behavior - as your father so lovingly puts it.Â
You roll over in your bed and picture yourself taking a shower. It feels like such a workout but you canât stand lying in your sweat and tears for much longer. With a long drawn-out groan, you throw yourself out of bed and enter the bathroom connected to your room.Â
You know youâll feel better afterward, but everything besides sleep sounds like too much work. Still, you force yourself inside and finally clean the grime of laying on your ass for a week off.Â
You walk naked through your room, making a beeline for your dresser. You feel a little better after washing yourself off and moisturizing. But not much. Physical health can only do so much for how you feel inside.Â
You hope this will blow over soon, youâre not sure how much longer you can take feeling so awful. You hate pitying yourself, and thatâs exactly what youâre doing right now. You huff irritatedly, digging around your drawers for your favorite shirt.Â
A hand clamps around your mouth, rough and big, yanking you back into a muscled chest and keeping you quiet. You still try and scream, hands clawing at the skin of their hand until you feel blood.Â
âFuck, quit that, would ya?â
Your erratic movements slowly come to a halt. You still feel your heart pounding against your chest, adrenaline warming your blood and making you feel like you're on fire from the inside out. But, you recognize the voice, recognize thereâs no danger to the situation.Â
That doesnât make you any less pissed off. When Logan is sure you wonât keep attacking him, he lets you go slowly. You immediately whirl around on him, uncaring that youâre still naked. Energy moves quickly through you, becoming a physical thing under your skin.Â
He smiles at you and you push the energy out, throwing him across your room. He flies into your bookshelf, crashing to the ground with a loud slam. âWhat the fuck are you doing?â You scream at him.Â
Thereâs no one home right now, luckily, or else you both would be screwed. He shakes his head off, brushing pieces of wood out of his hair and slowly getting to his feet. âWell, I was coming to say hi-â
âYou say hi by ambushing naked girls?â You interrupt, grabbing the clothes closest to you and pulling them on quickly.Â
Logan rolls his neck out and shrugs. âNo, that was just a plus,â he gives you that insufferable smirk and you want to scream.Â
This is the first time you see him in a week since you had sex together and your father officially disowned you. And this is what heâs leading with? Seriously? âYouâre a real fucking prince, Logan.â You shake your head with a scoff and glare at him.
He narrows his eyes, looking to be in disbelief at your attitude. âWhat happened?â You expect to hear irritation in his tone. Anger that youâre being such a bitch right now. Instead, he sounds concerned, like he can see right through you.Â
You hate that. You used to love having someone who could see past all the pretenses and walls, but it just hurts now. âNothing,â you tell him, unable to hold eye contact any longer. âLook,â you take in a deep breath, and your brows furrow in confusion. âHow the hell did you even get in here?â
Logan doesnât look like he wants to drop the topic just yet but he relents. He nods towards your window and you fix him with an astonished look. âI climbed, I didnât want your dad to risk seeing me on the security cameras out front.â
You feel suspicion brewing inside you, tone turning defensive. âLook, if you came here because you want to fuck again, I suggest you go find another girl. Iâm not interested anymore.â
âWell,â he scoffs, âI find that hard to believe.â How easily he just dismisses your words. Like they hold no real importance. It makes you want to scream. Instead, you just flick your wrist, throwing him into another wall. You donât know how youâre going to explain these holes in the wall to your father but you donât really care.Â
âEnough,â he snaps, brushing himself off and glaring at you. Your lips curl up in amusement, the first thing youâve felt besides anger and depression for the last week. âLook, I was coming here to get you the hell out, kid. Clearly, Iâm not wanted.â
He walks towards your window, intent on climbing back down the side of your house and leaving. You almost let him, if only to see him scurrying down the wall. Instead, you take a step forward and stop him with a small, âGet me out?â
He sighs, running an aggrieved hand over his face and propping the other on his hip. âYeah,â he mutters. âLook, I canât stand the thought of you cooped up in here, isolated from the rest of the world. Itâs not fair, I was gonna see if youâŚâ He trails off and roughly swallows.Â
Your interest piques. Whatever is this hard for him to get out has to be interesting. âLogan,â you call his name softly. âSee if I what?â
He huffs out a rough breath, turning around and staring you down. Thereâs something in his eyes, something reflected in yours. Heâs looking at you the same way you always look at him. âYou wanna come with me, kid?â
Well, youâd have to be an idiot to say no.Â
You donât leave a note. You donât give them any clues or hints as to where you might have gone. They can draw their own conclusions about what happened to you. They can tell the news whatever twisted lies they want.Â
You donât care, thatâs not your life anymore. Your life is packed away in a backpack in the back of Loganâs trailer. Your new life is in the passenger seat beside him. Youâre equal parts terrified and excited to figure out what youâre going to do with the rest of it.Â
a/n: can you tell I know fuck all about politics?
Also, smut, wow, this was hard and rough to write. I donât know why itâs such a struggle. I just feel guilty writing such dirty words, itâs absolutely diabolical that I have no problem being crazy over a guy whose age gap with me is the same age as my parents, but I canât write smut.
end. â I do not own the characters or the comics/movies Wolverine/X-Men, but this writing is my own all rights reserved Š not-neverland06 2024. do not copy, repost, translate & recommend elsewhere.
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omg would die for a concussion fic with remus <33
âyour concussion causes moderate memory loss, and you forget some very important details about your relationship with Remus. fem, 1.3k
âThis is nice.âÂ
You toy with the ring on Remusâ finger, turning it around and around and around. With your weight bearing down on his right arm and your hand secured around his left to stop him from moving, there isnât much he can do besides say, âYeah?âÂ
âI love when guys wear rings.âÂ
âI had a suspicion.âÂ
You wince as stars flash through your vision, pausing in your toying to press your face into his chest.Â
âYou okay?â he asks.Â
âI can see black and white spots.âÂ
âOh, no,â he says sympathetically. âClose them, dovey. Take a breather.âÂ
The chair under you is uncomfortable, your back aches, your head twinges, but Remus is comfortable to lean again. Heâs wearing one of his big hoodies, old enough to feel like brushed cotton under your cheek and against your nose, decals washed away. He steals his hand back to pat your shoulder, an image of patience.Â
âSorry. This isnât a good second date.âÂ
Remus leans down to talk near your ear. âDove,â he whispers, âthis isnât our second date, remember?âÂ
âItâs not?âÂ
âNo, sweetheart. But thatâs okay.âÂ
âYouâre really handsome so I donât want to mess it up.âÂ
âMess what up, the date?â he asks. âYou didnât mess it up, it went very well. It was a year ago, but.â He smiles, his breath warming your face, his arm hot around you and securing you to his chest.
âA year ago?âÂ
âYeah, a year ago. We went to winter wonderland and the bookshop by the train station and you wouldnât let me buy you any books.â He laughs softly. âBut I got you one eventually. A couple by now, at least.âÂ
âThatâs nice.âÂ
âYouâve bought me a hundred more, itâs awful.âÂ
You raise your head to squint at him. âI have?â
âSo many,â he whispers, dipping his chin down to kiss your nose, to your wide-eyed delight. âBut you let me look after you in other ways.âÂ
âLet you?âÂ
âYes, let me. Itâs part ofâŚâ He cups your cheek quickly. âSickness and health and everything. I have to keep you happy.âÂ
âAh.â His ring is warm on your cheek. âSickness and health, like weâre married.âÂ
âSomething like that.âÂ
You straighten up as someone behind you coughs aggressively. A little further down a baby cries against a motherâs chest, and the TV plays a quiz show youâre starting to hate. Moving your head has black haunting the sides of your vision again, the light seeping in from the automatic doors too much to handle.Â
âIâve asked Sirius to bring you some sunglasses.âÂ
You turn around. âSirius, thatâs the one with the motorbike?âÂ
âYeah. He should be quick. But maybe theyâll have called you in again by then and we can go home.âÂ
Thatâs right. Youâve been seen once by a doctor for triage, and sent back out again when they deemed you only mildly concussed, no bleeding on the brain, but an X-ray ordered for safety's sake anyways. Thatâs what youâre waiting for. Remus is waiting with you, because heâs a very nice man.Â
âSorry if Iâm ruining your Saturday.âÂ
Remusâ hair falls from behind his ear as he lifts his head properly. âI think you might be having a worse day than me, so Iâll forgive you. I'm joking!â He tucks that stray strand behind his ear unsuccessfully. âYou could never ruin my Saturday. Iâd spend the entire bank holiday weekend in here with you, I only want them to look after you so I can finish the job.âÂ
Heat like a kiss on each cheek. You bring your hand to your nose, overwhelmed. âReally?âÂ
âWe spend a lot of time together, sweetheart. I know you donât remember right now, but I love you.âÂ
âYou do?âÂ
âDonât tell me you canât feel that.âÂ
You look at him with the sunshine caressing the side of his face, his three mean scars and his scattered beauty spots. He has thick eyebrows, light brown eyes in the sun like honeyed tea, and a playful smile. More frown lines than smile lines, but the beginnings of crows feet speaks to some joy, at least. You bring your thumb up to a small wrinkle and stroke it, before tucking his hair behind his ear. Itâs too short to stay put for long.Â
âI love you,â you say surely. You do, even if you canât remember more than your first date.Â
Heâs a good kisser, you remember. Heâd pulled you back from your door and kissed you like youâd stolen the breath straight from his lungs.Â
âI know.â He brings your hand from his ear to kiss. Gentle, he strokes your knuckles, his thumb turning a golden ring where it sits on your marriage finger.Â
âItâs really like weâre married, we have matching rings,â you laugh.Â
He holds his hand up between you. âWe are married, lovely girl.âÂ
You steal your hand back. He waits without hurry, though a line of concern marks his brow. âAre we? When did we get married?âÂ
âOnly a few days ago, but weâre married. This wasnât on the honeymoon agenda.âÂ
He takes your hand with care and shows you the gold ring on your marriage finger to match his own, aligning your hands. The colour hadnât seemed important a moment ago, nor the placement, but now youâre seeing them you realise youâd made a small misjudgement. Itâs not like youâre married at all, you simply are.Â
You frown. The way heâs holding your hand feels familiar, though the idea that youâre married is preposterous. You canât remember any ceremony or reception, a proposal, nothing. Thereâs simply blank space there, which isnât very nice. ButâŚÂ
Youâre not scared. You havenât been worried once all day.Â
âYou have a concussion,â he says quietly, practised, like heâs said it to you before. âAnd itâs resulted in some amnesia, but itâs going to get better very soon.âÂ
âWeâre definitely married?âÂ
âUnless youâve changed your mind.âÂ
âI donât want to change my mind.â You fluster quickly with what youâve said, looking down at the hospitalâs linoleum flooring.Â
Remus takes your hand where it lays on your thigh and squeezes it. A thread of memory tugs at the touch; you remember this. His tender concern. His constant support.Â
âThen you donât have to. Whether you remember me or not, Iâm here to look after you, okay? Iâm right here.âÂ
You nod without looking up. His hand knows yours no matter what you remember, rubbing at all the best parts, holding with the perfect amount of pressure.Â
âYou okay?âÂ
âI guess our second date really did go well.âÂ
âBetter than I could ever explain.â He tugs at your hand until you look at him, his head already ducked to keep you pinned by his gaze. âYouâre like my shy girl all over again. I forgot how nervous you used to get.âÂ
You can see the Remus who became your husband and the one who scared butterflies into action every time he looked at you coalescing. âYouâre really good-looking,â you explain.Â
âAnd what do you think you are?â He rubs your hand. âYouâre beautiful. Can I have a kiss, dove? Is that okay?âÂ
You squeeze your eyes closed. Youâd been fighting stars in your eyes anyways.
When Remus kisses you, your body responds to his touch like it knows him. Your heart thuds against your ribs, your lips know exactly how to move and when heâs going to turn his head. Love for him shines through it. His love for you makes your chest hurt, his chaste kissing like a straight shot of oxytocin. All your worry saps away.Â
âFeel any better?â he asks knowingly.
You remember enough about his teasing to withhold an answer. He kisses your cheek, his smile unmissable on your skin.Â
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đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛ ⣠bakugo becomes sleepy and asks you to shave his face for him.
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âhey, come to the bathroom real quickâ you read from your phone after receiving a text from bakugou. you sighed and got out of bakugouâs cozy bed, heading for the bathroom to see what he wanted.Â
âwhat do you want katsuki? you were supposed to come back to your room like 10 minutes ago so we could watch a movie.â you huffed as you walked into the bathroom and were greeted by bakugou who was only wearing a towel around his waist.Â
âstop being such a brat, it didnât even take that long. anyways, i called you in here because i need your help.â he declared.
âYOU need MY help? the world is ending.â you joked while giggling to yourself.
âoh just shut upâ bakugou grumbled while holding back a smile. without any warning, he wrapped his hands around your waist and hoisted you up onto the bathroom counter.
âare you trying to fucââ
âdonât.â bakugou quickly said before you even got to finish your sentence. âshave my face.â he continued while handing you a razor and shaving cream.Â
âand you couldnât do this yourself becauseâŚ?â you laughed while grabbing the supplies from him.
âi like it when you do it. plus, iâm tiredâ he stated simply.
âfine you manchild. first, letâs swap positionsâ you said while stepping down from the counter.
âwhy? you wonât be able to reach me from thereâ he questioned confusedly while complying nonetheless.
âso i can do thisâ you said before getting back up to sit on his lap while wrapping your legs around him.
âso damn clingyâ bakugou said in fake annoyance while trying to hide the blush creeping upon his face.
âyou know you love itâ you said before you both landed into a comfortable silence while you shaved his stubble. looking up at him, you saw him already staring at you.Â
âwhy are you staring at me you creep?â you joked while breaking the silence.
âbecause youâre so beautifulâ bakugou freely complimented you without holding back or throwing in an insult.
âthatâs how i know youâre tiredâ you laughed.
 âam i not allowed to compliment my girlfriend? i shouldâve just called you uglyâ he said while yawning and nuzzling his head into your chest as he wrapped his arms around your body.Â
âkatsu get off, youâre getting shaving cream on me! i have one more spot left.â you said while trying to free yourself from his grip.
âno. iâm tired. weâre going to bed now.â he mumbled before lifting himself up with you still on him and carrying you both to his bed.
reaching his room, he plopped you down on his bed and you looked at him with a scowl on your face.
âwhy are you looking at me like that?â he questioned, not laying down until you answered him.
âyou got shaving cream all over my shirt.â
âstop whining, you know you can wear one of mine.â he sighed while handing you an oversized shirt from his closet.Â
âyay!â you cheered while swapping your shirts.
âletâs go to sleep nowâ he sighed in relief as he entered the warmth of his bed and immediately wrapped his arms around your waist with you facing him.
âkatsuki?â you said softly while stroking his face gently.
âhmm?â we hummed while nuzzling his face further into your hands.
âyou know youâre going to have one patch of hair left on your face and youâre gonna look like an idiot, right?â
âgo to hellâ
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walking in on you with your favourite toy !
w/ sukuna and choso (separate)
warnings/tags: implied fem! reader (bc that's how i'm thinking about it in my head rn), suggestive, 18+, no curses AU, in a relationship with choso, it's anyone's business who you are to sukuna (housemates maybe??), definitely not in a relationship with him though and you probably have to deal with him walking around shirtless all the fine and looking fine, the toy is a vibrator
a/n: thinking about them a lot recently
Sukuna is not amused. This is not his fault.
If you were going to be doing such private things, then you should lock your door.
"I can explain." You say.
Sukuna gives you a once-over. You're extremely calm for someone who's just had a ruined orgasm. The vibrator is still buzzing a little away from where you'd given up on trying to turn it off and just thrown it to the side for hopes of bringing some small sense of decency back onto your naked form. The blanket is haphazardly tossed over your legs.
It barely covers you.
You're wearing a big t-shirt and nothing else on the bottom half. He got a pretty good glimpse in your panic anyways â wet, wanting, twitching... He can't seem to get it out of his mind anymore.
An eerie acceptance settles over your face. It must be the adrenaline, Sukuna deducts.
"Okay." Sukuna says, crossing his arms and pushing the door closed behind him. "Explain."
"Well." And you have the audacity to hesitate on your words still, as though he isn't already wasting his time and attention on you. "You should knock." Pause. "Next time."
Sukuna lets out a barking laugh. "There won't be a next time, brat." He stalks over to you. It's a bit more imposing than you would imagine, especially when his eyes are scanning over your form as though he's already eating you up in his mind. He decides to toss a side-glance to your vibrator in an attempt to embarrass you further, before drawing his attention back to you.
It works, a brief flicker of panic exposing itself on your face as you seem to finally catch up to the situation.
"Just ask. But don't try to be cute about it." Sukuna continues.
"Sukuna?" You ask timidly, still trying to figure out what he's actually proposing.
"I told you not to be cute about it."
That seems to rile you up, and you feel a flash of annoyance run through you. "I'm cute about everything."
You just get to finish your sentence, before he cups your jaw dangerously tight, tilting your face to look up at him. Perhaps you weren't such a quiet and innocent housemate after all. The way your cheeks squish together is kind of cute actually.
He thinks you might look better crying.
A sound between a questioning mumble and a choke leaves your throat. You open your mouth to say something else, but his fingers are already tracing down to your collarbone. He tilts his head slightly as he feels your breath hitch.
"Lie back." Sukuna says, nudging your shoulder a little.
It's a final warning, you realise. A checkpoint in deciding whether you want to continue or not.
You do follow his instructions, jerking slightly as he manages to slide his hand onto you and press down onto your sensitive clit. His hands quickly move to keep your legs open.
He stops moving for a bit and you peek up at him to see what he's doing. The vibrator is in his hand, looking rather small and pathetic.
"We'll see how easily you cum from this, and depending on whether you impress me..." His eyes travel from your lower half up to your eyes. "I'll show you how good it'll feel to take me."
Choso is polite about it. Every kiss you've shared with him has been soft, sweet even. He's never shown any particular interest in furthering it. It's why you're so oddly embarrassed when he walks in on you with your vibrator pressed against your clit.
"Choso!" You manage to slip the vibrator out of your hands and turn it off, ignoring the urge to pull the blankets over your head.
His face reveals no surprise, nor a blush. A feeling of insecurity runs through you and a stinging starts behind your eyes. Huh.
In the silence, he's staring very intently at your closed legs. He takes a step into the room, still saying nothing.
You jump slightly when he sits beside you on the bed. He's uncertain, bordering on nervous as his fingers twitch slightly.
It's quiet enough that you think you should say something.
"Chosoâ" You say again, in a softer, more reassuring tone.
He cuts you off. "I'll help."
The matter-of-fact tone makes you blush. You forget how straightforward he usually is.
You shake your head. "It's fine. If you're uncomfortable with it or you're not really sure, you don't need toâ"
Choso reaches under the covers from where you've thrown your vibrator. The top of it still glistens with your slick. He takes it out, twisting it in his hand as though to investigate it. He presses the button until it vibrates a bit too loudly.
It's not a setting you usually would have set it on to start with.
"Just tell me what to do." He says.
Good thing there's a lot of different settings for him to play with under your guidance.
#sukuna x reader#choso x reader#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk drabbles#ryomen sukuna x reader#sukuna smut#choso smut#â alathea writes#i care for them a lot#having a little bit of a hands obsession recently#choso kamo x y/n#choso kamo x you#sukuna x y/n#sukuna x you
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NEW JOB
pairing: gojo satoru/reader
wc: 7.1k
summary: starting a new job is always hard, especially when you're tasked with a glorified babysitting role for the most powerful sorcerer and his antics, but what happens when you somehow find yourself growing oddly attached to his weird behaviours and teasing nature
a/n; i am obsessing over this 2d man and i cannot be stopped, come near me and i'm infecting you with thoughts of him. anyways! new blog so i can write for jjk hehehhohoh (i wrote this in a single sitting because i'm mentally unwell)
warnings: 18+ only, smut, making out, dry humping, hickeys, dirty talk, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v sex, big dick gojo (duh), creampie, afab!reader, she/her pronouns used, no use of y/n, nicknames
MDNI | SMUT UNDER CUT
Why you were here, you had no clue⌠well you did, you just wish you didnât have to be here but being forced to do this was putting it lightly. Itâs frustrating because they act like you donât have your own jobs to handle but now youâre being forced to be Gojo Satoruâs handler as well. This is going to be a much more taxing job than exorcising any curse, why he insisted on pissing off the higher ups is beyond you. Not that youâre completely innocent in those regards, mind you.
Youâre sat waiting in Yagaâs office, waiting for a certain someone who treats showing up on time as optional. Looking at the clock behind Yaga, you see itâs bordering on 15 minutes since he was supposed to be here.
You deflate slightly with your quiet sigh, âDo I really need to be hââ
ââYes,â is the only reply you get out of the man in front of you, eyes unreadable but based on the aura of the room, heâs beyond pissed.
Sinking further into your seat, you murmur about how annoying all of this is, itâs meant for Yaga to hear but he ignores you. Seeing Gojo is going to take years off your life, youâve crossed paths with him many times in the past few years, he has a bad habit of interrupting your exorcisms, finishing them, and then getting on your nerves.
The door behind you slides open and shut loudly, making your heart lurch inside your chest, while you outwardly fight the urge to flinch. Gojo moves in behind you and leans down, âDidnât scare you, did I?â Thereâs an annoying mirth in his tone as he carelessly rounds the seat and sits far too close to you. Â
You donât spare him a glance, âNo.â
He smiles at you knowingly but says nothing more, finally addressing Yaga, âWhatâs up?â
âYouâre late,â Yaga takes in a deep breath, fighting the urge to yell at him.
Gojoâs smile grows, his words picked carefully to piss the pair of you off more, âWell, I know that part, I meant why am I being summoned here.â
You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose, âWhy is he only being informed of this now?â You ask, irritated with not only Gojo but the whole damn system. You were told nearly two weeks ago that this was happening, how hadnât he been told until now.
Yaga looks at you like it should be fairly obvious why they waited and you guess it is, heâs blind-sided this way, he doesnât have a chance to wriggle out of it when today is the official first day of your new job babysitting Gojo Satoru and his first-year students. Oh, this is just perfect for you and not foreboding at all.
Before you have a chance to speak again, Yaga says, almost like heâs delighting in how inconveniencing this will be for Gojo, that, âYou now have a teaching assistant, Gojo. You will be monitored as well as your students and everything will be reported back to me.â
âAh, a glorified babysitter, how lovely,â Gojoâs smile doesnât drop but it does look more strained.
Yaga doesnât take kindly to his tone, âWatch it, this is fully deserved and you know it.â
âIâve done nothing,â he defends himself.
You scoff slightly at that and Gojo side eyes you, you make an active effort to avoid his gaze though and instead focus on what Yaga is saying, âAfter that stunt you pulled with faking Itadoriâs death recently, youâre lucky to be getting off so easy.â
Gojo jabs his thumb in your direction, âSo whatâs her punishment for then?â
You finally look at him, âExcuse me?â
âWell, I donât imagine this is something one signs up for, so what did you do to piss off the higher ups,â his smile is teasing and so is his tone.
You squint at his stupid blindfold before looking back at Yaga, âI didnât do anything wrong.â
Yaga coughs at your statement but doesnât let Gojoâs endless amusement at your suffering continue, âWhat may or may not have happened is none of your business Gojoââ
ââAh, so something did happen then,â he elbows at your shoulder and you grumble at him.
Yaga completely ignores Gojoâs antics, âYour only concern is to be accommodating and keep her in the loop.â
He waves a hand easily, âYeah, yeah, whatever you say,â he brushes off the conversation with a sceptical nonchalance. His palms hit his knees as he pulls himself off the seat, âIs that all?â
Yaga pauses, watching him carefully for a moment before acquiescing, âYes, thatâs all, get out.â
âCome on, troublemaker, you have three adorable first years to meet!â his tone is too chipper and you donât take kindly to his nickname for you but you stand from the seat and bow at Yaga before following behind him.
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You are⌠uncomfortable, to say the least. The three first years sit in front of you, confused and waiting for some kind of explanation but Gojo just leans against the lectern, amused smile plastered on his face. Youâre nervous, children can be so⌠scary, they were scary when you were their age and now youâre getting stage fright, in front of three people.
Gojo giggles behind you, granting some mercy⌠his version of mercy anyways, âWe have a new addition to the class!â
âSheâs⌠a student?â The one you recognise as Itadori tilts his head in question.
You can hear the glee drip from Gojoâs voice, âWell in some waysââ
ââNo.â You cut him off abruptly, âI am⌠uhm, a teaching assistant⌠of sortsâŚâ
The girl, very clearly unamused, questions further, âAnd what are you gonna be doing?â
You freeze up, you do know what youâre meant to be doing but youâre getting shy, youâve never been good at being put on the spot.
Gojo finally moves from behind the lectern and places a hand on your shoulder, âSheâs basically⌠my babysitter!â He announces, large smile on his face.
The students look⌠completely not shocked, like they expected something like this to happen at some point.
âI am here to help though! So, if you have questions or want someone to spar against or if Gojo is unavailable and you need help on a mission, I am here to be of service,â you smile lightly, trying to be kind. If youâre going to be here, you want to be of some use.
Itadori nods in thought, âSo, are you strong?â
You feel warm in the face at the question, itâs not something youâve ever been asked really. You think you are, youâre definitely capable but youâre nowhere near Gojo.
While deep in thought, Gojo replies for you, âYes.â His reply is simple and leaves them all with more questions.
You throw a glance at Gojo before answering for yourself, âI am capable and willing to help.â
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Your first introductions went better than you expected, you quite like them all, even the quiet one whoâs always in a bad mood. Things wouldâve gone better if Gojo didnât delight in teasing you in front of them all, itâs embarrassing to be poked and prodded at for some kind of a reaction, you mean, isnât he meant to be an adult for crying out loud.
Itâs only been about a week and a bit into you âbabysittingâ Gojo and you think he might be attempting to annoying you into quitting but that isnât an option for you. The kids are sparring on the open field and Gojo is at your side, poking the side of your face with a mischievous smirk plastered on his. Heâs been trying and failing to get a reaction out of you for the past 10 minutes.
âGojo, is there something you want from me, or are you just waiting for me to try and smack you,â Turning your body, you face him completely, your hands on your hips.
He shoves his hand behind his back quickly, trying to play it off like he wasnât just poking your cheek, âI donât know what you mean.â
Sighing you continue, âIf youâre trying to annoy me into quitting, youâre going to find that awful difficult, I have to be here.â
âQuite the contrary, I like having you here, troublemaker,â he smiles, leaning against the tree behind him.
âIt doesnât feel like it,â you grit out.
He hums lightly, âThatâs just cause youâre not used to my love language.â
Raising a brow at him, you ask, âYour love language is being absurdly annoying?â
âNow youâre getting it,â he pokes you directly on your nose and you exhale sharply, twisting your lips to hide any hint of amusement. Turning back to the students you resume ignoring him, which he huffs dejectedly at, âIf youâre gonna be watching over me for a while, you may as well get used to talking to me, I think Iâm quite enjoyable.â
âOf course you would think that,â you retort.
âOuch,â he grabs his chest, pretending to be wounded, he pushes off the tree and hangs an arm over both your shoulders, his weight pressing into you, âSo⌠seriously, what did you do?â His head is turned to the side of yours, watching for your reactions.
Youâre starting to feel uncomfortable at his proximity but apparently so are the others because Kugisaki turns and points at Gojo, yelling, âDonât hang off her like that, perv!â
You stifle a laugh at her accusation, as Fushiguro rolls his eyes and grimaces.
Gojo calls out, âWhy? Does it make you uncomfortable?â He wraps both his arms around you and pokes his tongue out at them all.
Youâre squished against him and itâs making you hot, âGojo, if you donât peel yourself off of me in the next few seconds Iâm going to rip out your tongue.â
âI donât think you would be able to, is the thing though,â he snickers down at you, he does release you though, taking a step back.
You feel beyond annoyed and as much as you know your fist wonât connect, you go to throw a powerful punch at him anyways. It predictably gets stopped by his infinity, never even making it close to his face.
âOh wow, you tried to punch me!â He exclaims in faux hurt, his hand reaches up to yours and unfurls your fist, instead interlacing your fingers, âI was wondering how long it would take for you to crack and try and hit me.â
You sigh in defeat, âGojo, please let go of my hand.â
âTell me what you did and I just might,â he propositions.
The kids are yelling at Gojo from the field, cursing him out for being weird, which of course, he only finds hilarious.
âGojo,â he hums at you in acknowledgement, âDo you think if I tried really hard, and willed it to happen, that me kicking you in the balls would connect?â
He pouts at your words, apparently holding out for a different response, âOh, how you wound me.â He drops your hand with a sigh, âCanât be that bad, tell meeeee,â he whinges slightly, attempting a new way of annoying you, clearly.
âYouâre right, itâs not that bad, but itâs way more fun not to tell you at this point,â you smile brightly at him and his eyes widen in slight shock at the display.
He continues pouting, âCruelâŚâ
You just shrug at him in response.
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Every time Gojo is around, he is trying to get you to tell him why you were assigned to be his handler. You donât tell him, you just shrug or smile like you have no idea why, you understand why he likes to tease a bit now, seeing him so upset over something so small does brighten your day just a little bit.
As much as you hate to admit it, youâve grown fond of his company, as well as the three kids. You thought this would be more hellish, and while on some occasions it is, you quite enjoy your day to days now. Filled with his teasing tone and stupid smile, youâre feeling comfortable with them all.
Your only complaint is that, while this is what youâre expected to be doing most of the time, the fact that sorcerers are hard to come by hangs true and you are still sent on solo missions on a whim. Itâs only annoying because youâre expected to come and go easily, like fighting off first-grade or high-grade curses isnât completely taxing.
Today you enter the classroom slightly later than usual, having been absent since the middle of yesterday, you didnât even have time to sleep, you showered and came straight here. You mumble an offhanded good morning before collapsing into a chair in the corner of the front of the class.
âLook who decided to show back up,â Gojo chirps.
âMmm, too loud⌠too much⌠so early,â you grumble back.
Itadori asks what no one else does, âWhere did you go?â
You sigh into the air, âAh, I had a job, itâs fine though, here now,â you smile lazily.
Gojo scrutinises you from behind his blindfold, he can tell youâre tired, hell, everyone could tell youâre tired. Your head is barely staying up, almost lolling to the side, looking for somewhere to rest so you can sleep.
âMaybe you should go home,â he comments, uncharacteristically serious.
You peek an eye open at him, they had fallen closed, when did they close? âCanât.â you mutter out, âIâm needed here, so you donât do anything stupid.â
âYou arenât going to be able to stop me if youâre asleep,â he retorts.
âNo but it wonât look as bad if I am at least here,â you cover your mouth as you yawn.
He moves over to your corner and bends down, âIf I promise to behave will you go home?â
âProbably not,â you smirk up at him, âI donât think Iâd believe you.â
Kugisaki groans, âFlirt on your own time!â
You bark a laugh at that, the back and forth you have with Gojo is not how you flirt and you imagine itâs not how he does either, âYeah, Gojo. Go away.â You say, playing into it.
His smile is light as he turns away from you, âFine but if you complain about a backache later from sleeping in that chair itâs not my fault.â
âIâm not gonna fall asleep,â you counter.
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You fell asleep.
You donât know when exactly it happened, you just know it did⌠and that youâre embarrassed. When you startle awake in your seat, you can hear the distant noises of the students sparring and the breeze flowing through the â previously â closed windows.
âHey, youâre up,â Gojo notices from his spot, lazing in the students desks.
You sit up a bit more, âHow longââ
ââHow long were you asleep?â He finishes for you, âA couple hours.â
âWhy are you in here?â You ask, âWhy arenât you with the first-years?â
âThe first-years are sparring with the second-years, theyâre fine,â he too, sits up more, âI stayed cause I didnât wanna leave you alone in here.â
You raise a brow at him, âThat or you just didnât wanna actually do your job today.â
âAh, you caught me,â he laughs easily.
âMhm, thought so,â standing up completely, you stretch out your limbs, joints aching from sleeping in the chair.
âI didnât think you would also be doing solo missions while being here,â he comments from behind you.
âWell⌠you know how shorthanded we are,â you walk over to where heâs sitting, âPlus, me being here is almost as much as a punishment for me as it is for you,â you remind.
âThatâs funny, I wouldnât say I feel punished,â he says it like it means nothing, like his feelings arenât lingering right under the surface.
Thinking on it, you agree, âI donât much either, Iâve been having quite a bit of fun actually,â you laugh lightly.
Gojoâs world stands still for a moment, heâs been growing addicted to how you smile, the sound of your laugh. Heâs lucky for the blindfold because nearly every time he looks at you he has hearts in his eyes.
Noticing his silent staring, you grow shy, rubbing the back of your neck, âSorry for falling asleep, it wonât happen again.â
He recovers quickly, âNo it wonât⌠because next time, youâre going to go home to sleep properly before showing back up here.â
âWhatever you say, Gojo,â you play it off, not taking him seriously.
âCall me Satoru.â
Youâre a little shocked, feeling like you misheard him, you clarify, âIâm sorry, what?â
He gets up from where heâs sitting, âWeâve known each other for years now, call me Satoru.â
You donât know if you should, it feels weird, like letting him into your life more than he already is and thatâs a little much for post nap you, âMaybeâŚâ
He chuckles, âDonât force yourself, just know, you can if you want toâŚâ
You nod at him, suddenly feeling incredibly bashful.
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Youâre cleaning⌠why are you cleaning? Because you somehow got conned into having Gojo over. Its honestly impressive of him, you have no idea how he convinced you to let him into your home. You barely can even recall the conversation, something about movies, heâs somehow got your favourite movie before the DVD or streaming release.
Anyways, now youâre scrabbling around your meagre apartment, attempting to clean it up to a high standard before you have a guest over. You have time, you have enough time to clean the main areas, yourself, your bedroom⌠wait, your bedroom (?). Brushing off the thought, you continue your tirade, it ends with just enough time for you to make yourself look presentable.
Knocks in the form of a carefree tune are thumped into your door and you know who it is instantly, even his knocking is distinctly him. Tugging your shirt on, you call out, âJust a sec!â
Pausing in front of the door, you smooth yourself out, like you werenât just running around like an insane person a few minutes ago, and then you open the door. The sight of Gojo is shocking, it wasnât what you were expecting⌠youâve seen him in casual clothes before, but you think youâve gotten too used to seeing him at the school.
You mumble out, âYou look nice.â
His eyes light up behind his glasses, âWhy thank you, you look nice as well.â He speaks lowly on his way past you.
You stand stunned for a little, not expecting his compliment to affect you so much. Heâs already walked down the hall while you stood staring at where he once was. Closing the door, you start after him, meeting him in the lounge room.
âYou ready?â He asks.
You nod your head, waiting for him to show how he accrued the movie.
âTa da!â He shows the usb stick, presumedly holding the movie.
You sigh at his jovial display of piracy and grab the thumb drive off him. Gojo makes himself comfortable on the couch while you plug it into the tv.
âYou have a cute apartment,â he hums, looking around from where heâs sitting.
Grabbing the remote, you switch through the tvâs sources and search for the content on the stick, âThank you⌠I think.â
âItâs a compliment,â he affirms.
You flop down next to him on the couch, âWe good to start? Or do you have more to say?â
âI always have more to say,â he grins.
âIâve noticed,â you snark back, beginning the movie anyways.
It starts off good, the movieâs quality isnât great but itâs good enough to enjoy the content of the film. That is⌠until the halfway mark and then the quality drops significantly and you canât even tell whatâs happening on screen anymore, everything fuzzy and words mumbled, almost robotic.
You suppress a smile, âGojo⌠where did you get the movie?â
ââŚOnline somewhere⌠I watched the first few minutes and it looked fiiine,â heâs whinging slightly, disappointed in the sudden quality drop.
You canât help but laugh at his complete dismay, âItâs fine, Gojo, at least I got to see some of it?â You try looking on the bright side, âYouâll just have to buy me a real copy when it comes out.â
âIs that another invitation?â He teases.
You look over to him, âAnother? I barely remember giving out this one.â
âThat hurts, you know?â He pouts at you.
You canât help the way your face breaks out in a smile, âIt is.â He looks at you confused, âAn invitation,â you finish.
His pout breaks into a large smile, âIf I didnât know any better Iâd think you liked me.â
âAh, youâre beginning to grow on me,â you torment lightly.
He nods his head solemnly, âKnew I would.â
You scoff at him, only now realising how close heâs gotten to you, your knees touching, his face so close to your own. You go to look away from him, feeling self-conscious, but his hand reaches up and pulls your face back to continue the intense eye contact.
âIf I kiss you right now, will you try and punch me again?â He jokes, trying to relieve the tension.
You find a place inside you that outweighs your anxiety, âOnly one way for you to find out.â
He leans in that tiny bit more and captures your lips in his, the kiss tender and gentle, heâs searching, learning. He doesnât want to scare you away, wanting to kiss you for so long and not willing to ruin it by spooking you now. It took him so long just to work up the courage to get inside your apartment, he doesnât want you to pull back when youâve finally stepped towards him.
He parts first, hesitant, if he keeps kissing you, it wonât stay innocent because he really wants to kiss you until you cry.
You repress a whine at the loss of him, âWaitâŚâ You trail off, embarrassed by how badly you want him to keep kissing you.
âYeah?â He presses, wanting to hear you ask him for it.
âCan⌠you kiss me again,â you ask, before adding, âplease?â
Itâs too good to be true, heâs dreaming⌠but even if thatâs the case, heâs sure as hell not wasting this moment, âAnything for you~â
Leaning back in, he kisses you with more fervour, his lips more insistent, desperate. His one hand stays on your face, angling you so he can kiss you deeper, he wants more, more. The other hand reaches for your hip, tugging and pulling at the fat there, groping your skin greedily.
Your moans and whimpers muffle into his mouth, he swallows them down, licking into your mouth, silently asking for more. Which, you give, you think youâd give him the world right now if you could. His kisses are dizzying and full. Youâve not been kissed like this⌠ever and itâs overwhelming you in an embarrassing way.
Pulling back, you rush out, âWait waitâŚâ
Gojo freaks a little, âShitâ sorry, was it too much?â
You shake your head, âNo, wellâŚmaybe, Iâve just⌠never been kissed like that before, I was feeling dizzy.â
He breathes a sigh of relief before targeting you with a teasing smile, an evil glint in his eyes, âIâm kissing you dumb, huh?â
You feel hot, everywhere, âIââ
Your defence is cut off with this lips back on yours, heâs drunk on your kisses and heâs not going to stop. Knowing that heâs overwhelming you with them only spurs him on, he wants you to be so stupid because of his lips, he thinks he couldnât want anything more than that right now.
Your arms wrap around his neck and pull him closer; he lets it happen and falls into you, pressing your back into the couch. On instinct, your legs wrap around his waist, tugging him down into you more, desiring the proximity. His front presses into yours and you both moan into each other.
He trails kisses from your lips to the side of your face, down to your neck, his teeth nipping lightly, sucking into your skin, leaving marks behind, not really caring about how youâll struggle to cover them tomorrow. You gasp into him and raise your hips, grinding into him without meaning to. The friction has him groaning into the skin of your neck.
His large hand grabs at the thickest part of your thigh, grabbing and pulling your covered cunt closer to his clothed dick. His hips dig down into yours, humping into you and trying to fight off the urge to cum in his pants at the minimal amount of stimulation.
He huffs against your sensitive skin, âBet youâre so fucking wet, fuckââ
âGojoââ
He cuts you off, âÂâLemme⌠lemme touch you more, please.â
You nod at him, eyes glassy from how he kissed you, âUh huh, doâ do whatever you want~â
His hand is immediately leaving your thigh and reaching into the front of your pants, under your panties and through your dripping folds, a shiver running down his back as he groans deeply. He had a feeling you were wet but fuckâ he wasnât expecting this.
You sob a moan into the collar of his shirt where youâve tucked your head, his fingers glide through your slick, teasing you, lightly grazing your clit.
His tone is light, âSo eager~â
âDonât tâtease, itâs unkind,â you try to chastise him.
He smiles at you, itâs dark but full, as a single finger probes at your entrance, slipping in carefully, aided fully by the amount of slick that gushes from your pussy, âSo messy,â he hums, nosing the side of your face, giggling at the whimper you let out.
âGojoââ
ââI thinkâŚâ his finger slips to the hilt, pulling back before fucking back in, wet squelching sounding through your small apartment, ââŚIâve earned Satoru, when Iâm knuckles deep in your pretty, little cunt.â
If you thought you were hot before, you definitely were now, âSatoru, please.â
âMmm, I like the sound of that,â his cock jerks in his pants at the sound of you finally calling him by his name.
Your small gasps and sighs are setting his skin on fire, a light flush dusting his features, he still wants more from you, he wants to hear it all, he wants to feel it all, he wants to see it all. Deciding heâs had enough of your clothes, he slips his finger from deep in your cunt, which results in the prettiest, wrecked sound coming from you.
âJust a sec, need these offâŚâ he tugs your pants down and off, leaving you in your panties, he hums in thought at you, ââŚThese are cute,â he points out, looking at to the lacy garment decorating your lower half, âExpecting something to happen?â
You shake your head no, not loving the accusation that you planned this, âNo, I just⌠didnât have anything elseâŚâ
âConvenient,â he comments, taking notice of how completely ruined they are, wet from your arousal pooling in them. He pulls the side of them away from your skin, only to let it slap back against you, enjoying the way you squirm under him, âI think Iâll leave these on.â
He continues undressing you though, tugging off your shirt, your bra following along soon after. You feel so exposed compared to his fully dressed form. His cock strains against his pants though, sitting heavy against the zipper of his jeans. The sight makes you salivate but he takes no notice.
âI gotta get my mouth on you, pretty thing,â he murmurs more to himself than you, since youâre not really thinking at this point, only squirming under him and trying to rub your thighs together.
He shuffles down between your legs, spreading them apart further and tossing them over his shoulder. Drawing your panties to the side, he presses his face into your cunt, inhaling deeply, the act makes you jump and whinge out his name, shocked by the completely debauched display.
âSatoru~â
He doesnât reply, not with words, he mumbles into your pussy and licks a long stipe from your hole to your clit before licking back down. His tongue pushing into your cunt with the desperation of a starved man. His nose presses against your clit and he moves his head side to side slightly, stimulating it.
You moan and whimper into the air, fingers finding purchase in his hair, needing something to tug onto while he eats you out in the messiest way possible. There is no finesse, heâs sloppily making out with your cunt, drinking down all the arousal that leaks from you eagerly.
Your thighs begin shaking beside his head and he holds you tighter, his head moving back and forth quickly, shaking it, trying to force your orgasm from you. The feeling of his blunt nails digging into your soft skin and the way he groans so unrestrained into your pussy has you cumming on his face very suddenly.
Your stomach twists as your cunt clenches around Gojoâs tongue, your mind lost in how good you feel. Not registering the sound of your moans or the sounds of his mouth lapping at you in the most lewd manner, it should be embarrassing how wet you are for him but you canât seem to care when it feels this good.
Heâs unrelenting, licking and mouthing at your sensitive pussy until you start twitching away from him and pulling on his hair harshly, wordlessly tell him itâs too much.
âPerfect,â he turns his face to the side and mumbles into your thigh, nipping at the skin, delighting in the way your body jerks, âGot an absolutely perfect cunt.â He says shamelessly.
âGojo!â
He looks up at you through his lashes, âAh, back to Gojo now?â he leans up and back onto his knees, tugging his shirt over his head and discarding it with the rest of your clothes, âNo worries, Iâll fix that real soon.â
The sound of his belt clinking and zipper undoing brings you out of your thoughts, temporarily disarmed by the sudden exposure of his skin. He doesnât bother taking them off completely, just shirking them down enough to free his painfully erect cock.
Your gaze gets lost in the sight of his dick, leaking thick globs of precum from the tip down his shaft. His hand tugging lazily at it, spreading his own mess everywhere, slicking it up for you. Wet sounds of his hand languidly fucking his cock makes your skin prick. How heâs going to fit you arenât sure, the size of him is daunting.
He smiles when you look back in his eyes, âThere she is.â He leans down over you, âI know I have a really nice dick but letâs try and stay focused, pretty, hmm?â
Itâs condescending and egotistical of him to say but you canât fight the shiver that runs down your spine at his words, âGojo, you have a massiveââ
ââDick? Yeah I know,â he smiles cheekily at you.
You finish your previous interrupted statement, âI was gonna say ego.â
âTwo things can be true at once,â he presses a kiss to your forehead, âYou ready for this?â
âI donât think I could ever be ready for this,â you retort.
âWay to boost a guys ego,â he chuckles at your comment.
You grab the side of his face, âNot that you need it.â You murmur before pulling him down for another kiss, missing the feel of his lips on yours.
He licks into your mouth straight away; you can taste yourself on his tongue. You feel like you could float away, not knowing how youâve gone your whole life without being kissed like this. Your thighs are back on either side of his hips again, your need to be filled growing by the second.
Pulling back, he sits up so he can watch himself enter your tight pussy. Heâs not denying himself this view, not when heâs imagined it so many times before. He rubs his cock through your folds a few times, relishing in your small jumps and moans. He needs it wet; it needs to be so fucking wet if he even dreams of fucking his cock all the way inside you.
âIâm gonna need you to relax for me and remember to breathe if you wanna take it all,â he says it so seriously, and if you hadnât seen his dick you wouldâve assumed he was just stroking his own ego for the sake of it.
You nod at him, âGot it, now please,â your hips wiggle slightly, enticing him.
âI got ya,â he smirks, pushing forward slightly.
The tip of him is a lot, your cunt stretching to take it, the ache dulled by the absolute messy state of your pussy and the thumb Gojo is pressing into your clit. He intakes a sharp breath at the snug fit of your cunt, his hips jerking forward mindlessly, a groan pulled from deep in him, while you whimper pathetically.
Your breath stutters and youâre struggling, grip on his cock impossibly tight, through gritted teeth, he reminds, âHey, hey⌠breathe yeah? You gotta âfuckâ you gotta breathe for me, pretty.â
Collecting yourself, you attempt to take deep breaths, they come out stuttered but the punishing grip you had on him eases, âAlmost had me fucking cumming, geezâŚâ he laughs lightly at it but he wouldâve been beyond embarrassed if he came with only his tip inside of you, heâd never live it down.
âYou can âhahâ you can move,â you stammer out.
He double checks, âYou sure?â
Your eyes are so wet and your voice is wrecked when you add, âPlease.â
An evil smile takes its place on his face, âWhy were you assigned to work with me?â
âGojo, not now,â your words break off into a whine, you sound so pathetic, you do not have the upper hand here.
âMmm? You want me to stuff you full? Tell me the reason,â he leans down slightly, cock slipping just that tiny bit more into you.
Ignoring him, your wrap your legs tighter around his waist and try fucking up onto him, it works for the one second that he lets it and then one of his large hands is reaching down and slamming your hips back into the couch cushions.
âCome on, pretty,â his breath wafts against the side of your face, his lips tickling your ear, âYou really gonna waste time being stubborn?â
âYouâre the stubborn one,â you argue.
He hums noncommittally, almost like you proved his point for him, âCome on, I can feel you fucking pulsing around me, just tell me what you did~â
âIâ I⌠I didnât listen to an order on a mission and almost got myself killed,â you pout out, breathing laboured.
He tsks at you, disapproving of your actions, âYou really should be more careful,â he kisses beside your ear, âAnd listen to your seniors more.â It goes without saying that, that includes him. You suspect heâs mostly talking about himself; he has no respect for the current hierarchy.
âGojo, you said you wouldââ
He tilts his head at you, ââI did but now knowing how reckless you were, I canât help but want to punish you a bit moreâŚâ
Your waterline fills with tears at the frustration, your pussy fluttering on the barely two inches he has sat inside you, how heâs holding out so well you have no idea because youâre about to fucking cry.
Your voice is embarrassing to even your own ears, âSatoru, please, more.â
âAh, well when you ask like that, how can I say no?â Heâs acting as if heâs taking mercy on you and not like his dick didnât twitch violently at you using his name again.
Slowly, he pushes into you, stopping every now and again to let you adjust and reminding you to just breathe through it. Something Gojo has realised is, your cunt is so reactive to him, the words he speaks, the hand he has on your hip, the kisses he presses into the side of your head, all of it has you spasming around him and every time you do, it feels like a gut punch to him.
Itâs addictive and also world shattering, he doesnât know how long heâll be able to last when he actually starts fucking into you. The little noises you make donât help either, how on earth is he meant to last more than a minute inside you?
Eventually, he bottoms out, the both of you moaning at the relief, your legs nearly kick at the sensation of how deep inside you he is, âSatoru, move?â
He bites out, âGive me a second.â Heâs fighting the primal urge to cum inside you right now.
You whine under him, hips twitching, using the minimal amount of space to grind your pelvis into his. Your pussy stutters around him at the stimulation on your clit and he groans loudly at it, his orgasm on the tip of his tongue.
He forces your hips down and still again, pinning you to the couch with his own, âYouâre so impatient. Do you want this to be over now? You want me to cum after only being fully inside you for a minute?â
You shake your head at him, the feral look in his eyes making your stomach do flips, your pussy gushing around him.
He laughs dryly, âFuck, I canât do a single thing without turning you on more, huh?â
You look away from him, embarrassment reaching a new pique with that comment, âNot nice, Satoru.â
âNot a bad thing, pretty,â he noses your cheek, realising how he said it harshly without meaning it that way, âHuge compliment, knowing you react this way to me is fucking perfect but it also has me on the edge of finishing prematurely.â
Turning your head back to him, you look him in the eyes and he swears he sees heaven because you have tears trailing down your cheeks and your eyes are blown and wet and heâs gonna finish if he keeps looking at you. So, instead, he leans in and kisses you deep, getting lost in the taste and feel of your mouth.
The small reprieve helps and he begins thrusting his hips back and forth, his cock leaving and entering you with the most obscene noises heâs ever heard. Itâs such a fucking mess, leaking out of you, down your thighs and onto your nice couch. And even if he really tried, he couldnât give a fuck, not when your cunt is so slick and warm and wrapping around him like it was made for him.
The sounds you let out are cute but muffled against his mouth, he settles for swallowing them down but heâd really rather hear them loud and clear. You flutter around him so beautifully, everything you do is perfect to him and you laying here while he shoves you full of his fat cock is no different.
He pulls away from your lips to hear the noises you make for him, âCute,â he comments offhandedly, not even sure if you hear the contents of his words. He only knows you hear his voice because your cunt clenches down on him at the sound.
You cry out to him, âSâtoru~â
âAh, youâre so fucking close arenât you,â the smile on his face is huge and wolfish, excited to feel you cum all over him, looking forward to literally nothing else.
You try to verbalise it, âIâ mm âmmphââ
âGo on, let yourself gush all over me, wanna fucking feel it, pretty,â his words are sharp against your ear.
His hips increase their pace, slamming down into you more forcefully, his pelvis grinding into your clit harshly. Your eyes cross into the back of your head, neck lolling back bonelessly, choppy, whimpered sounds leave you. Your fingers claw at his biceps, leaving behind angry marks. Gojoâs hands have a death grip on your hips, bruised marks will definitely be left behind in their wake.
A particularly sharp thrust and loud whine from Gojo has you cumming under him, your pussy gripping him tight as your cum leaks from you sloppily, his cock coated in it. Creamy ring left at the base of his cock as he continues thrusting mercilessly.
His abs pull taut, his resolve finally breaking now that heâd finally felt you finish on him, âWhere you want it?â
âInside, please Satoru,â your words are mumbled and breathy.
âFuuuuuck.â
Heâs lucky you said that because your words have him cumming on the spot, thick ropes of his cum being forced deep inside your little cunt. It leaks out around the base of him, even as he presses deep into you, his pelvis tight against yours, riding out his high by grinding into you slightly. The stimulation making your cunt jump around him as he hisses at the slight overstimulation heâs forcing himself into.
You both huff, gasping greedily for air after your intense highs, the room filled with nothing but silence and your haste breaths. Eventually, you both even out and lay there quietly, Gojo pressed against you with his cock still snug inside your pussy.
âGojo, youâre heavy,â you tell him.
He laughs, âRight, sorry.â
Leaning back, he slowly pulls his dick from you, both hissing at it. His eyes are fixated on the way his cum slips from your hole, his heart hammering in his chest at the sight, obsessing over how hot it is that you took so much of him. He slips your panties back into place, letting them keep his cum inside you.
âYou did so good,â he praises you suddenly.
It makes you feel bashful, âSo did youâŚâ you mumble out.
A loud laugh results from him, âThank you,â he says, his eyes crinkled in a large smile.
Gojo cleans the pair of you up, tucking you carefully into your bed and holding you close as you fight to keep your eyes open, âWill you still be here when I wake up?â
âDo you want me to be?â He questions lightly, trying not to expect anything from you.
ââŚYes, Iâd like it a lot if you stayed, I think.â You admit shyly.
âThen Iâll be here,â he presses himself into you closer, enjoying the warmth radiating off of you.
You donât think this was in your job descriptionâŚ
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heyy could u do smthing like txt reactions to u using the safe word while at it????
omg of course!! i love this idea sm.
cw. use of safe word, all of them stop ofc, sex, rough bdsm stuff is not mentioned, soob is big and clumsy and reader likes pushing limits, gyu uses red/green/yellow system and likes pushing limits, pet names (baby), aftercare, tae's kinda vanilla and feels guilty, kai is kinky asf (but that's not discussed here; go check out lia's duality for that lol), cuddling, kissing.
smut(?) under cut!
yeonjun - omg honestly i think heâd be the absolute sweetest. stops in his tracks, lifts his hands off you, but stays inside you to wait for further instruction. doesn't apologize because you've ask him not to in the past (makes you feel guilty) and he's worked so hard to make sure you feel safe with him and that you're not hesitant using the safe word. he's so proud (but doesn't show it) that you feel safe enough to use the safe word with him. "what did i do? what can i do to make it better?â doesn't touch you until you say its okay. once you've caught your breath and have calmed down, he very cautiously and with your permission picks things back up, finishing you, but he doesn't finish himself. he can get off later.
soobin - he's the one that insisted on creating a safe word in the first place. he knows he can sometimes be just a bit too clumsy and a bit too big that he doesn't know if he's hurting his sex partners or if they're just playing into it. so he learned quickly that he needs to establish a safe word every time, especially since you like pushing the limits. things start getting a little too hot and heavy for your liking and he's getting a little too carried away. it feels so good at first, until he takes it just a bit too far. typically, you're usually comfortable enough to ease him down with body language and talking, but something was off today and you needed it to stop. he comes to a slow stop, relaxing his hands, loosening his grip on you and turning them into soothing strokes and caresses. asking and giving exactly what you need.
beomgyu - first of all, i see him as the type to use the red, yellow, green system. and can definitely see him pushing you into yellow a lot. and he loves it (as do you), but he's cautious. the second you say red, he drops everything. "was that too much for my baby? i'm sorry..." going to get you some water and sitting down to have an in-depth conversation about what was too far. "did you like the idea of it and i just went too far? did you want to try it again but slower? was what i did completely out of the question now? what can i do to make you feel safer next time? do you feel safe right now?" turns into soft and slow aftercare that eventually warms up to slow and sensual sex to make up for it.
taehyun - i think feels the most guilty out of them. he doesn't strike me as the kinda guy to be super into kink stuff, so i think he almost doesnt know how to handle it other than apologizing. asks a lot of questions, like, "are you okay? you sure? do you want me to finish you? i'd be happy to if you like." and you agreeing that you'd still like to come as long as he still wants to and is comfortable to keep going but as soon as he's inside you, "are you sure you're okay if i finish too?" maybe becomes a bit too nervous before both of you agree its better for both of you to stop completely and cuddle the rest of the night.
hueningkai - honestly i feel like kai's kinky asf and i will not be silenced any longer. he talks a lot about it with you beforehand anyway, so its rare that you (or any of his partners) get to that point because he knows all ur limits and how to push them and how to not push them too far. so you saying it is a bit of a shock, but he knows exactly what to do. drops everything, slides out of you, asks what you need from him. and when you request cuddles, he's the biggest cuddle bug ever. cheek kisses, whispers in ur ear about how perfect and beautiful you are. dragging his nails down ur arm. omfg i love him.
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In Sickness
hyunjin x gn!reader x changbin
warnings: none!
genre: sick fic, fluff
word count: 956
author's note: i'm sick as hell with the flu so this is pretty self-indulgent. i hope it's coherent because my brain is just as foggy, but i really wanted to write something while i can't work on other things that require a bit more brain power𼚠hope you enjoy, feel free to let me know what you think! đ
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Being sick was the worst.
Your nose was clogged up, your throat felt weird, raw and scratchy, your voice came out weird every time you tried to talk and your head was pounding from all the sniffing, your brain a foggy mess, making it difficult to focus on the most mundane tasks.
Seeing as you couldnât even finish one of the tasks you had set out to do for the day, you grew frustrated and groaned loudly, attracting one of your boyfriends who trudged through the apartment to your room to see what was wrong.
âWhatâs got you so worked up, baby?â â came Changbinâs voice from your doorframe as he leaned against it, a concerned frown gracing his face.
âI canât even finish this thing that I wanted to finish writing. This sucksâ â you pouted and made grabby hands at him.
Changbin sighed and took a few steps towards you before enveloping you into a tight hug, his big and strong arms feeling like a safe haven around you. Luckily, both of your boyfriends had already given in to physical contact with you, reasoning that if they were going to get sick, it was probably already too late anyways, so might as well not deprive you of cuddles in these trying times.
âHow about you stop for today, Iâll make you a tea and tell Hyunjin to bring some snacks on his way home and weâll just relax tonight and binge a series? Hm?â
You noticeably perked up at the suggestion, making Changbin slightly chuckle above you as he rubbed your back soothingly.
âCan I choose?â
âHey, Iâm in the minority anyways, you and Hyunjin always immediately agree when it comes to choosing what to watchâ â he shrugged and scooped you out of your chair and up into his arms, easily carrying you to the living room where he placed you softly into the corner of your couch. He tucked you in before leaving to the kitchen, phone in hand to order Hyunjin around.
As he disappeared into the other room of your apartment, you sighed and sank further into the blankets and cushions surrounding you. You felt truly blessed to have not only one but two very attentive and sweet boyfriends. It quite honestly made you a little emotional, your already exhausted body wanting to tear up at the thought of two people you loved taking such sweet care of you.
You rubbed at your eyes before the tears threatening to spill over were able to escape down your cheeks and instead focused on browsing through the available shows for later.
Changbin came back in with two steaming mugs that he set on the coffee table in front of you, retreating quickly to get a third one that finds its home beside the other two. You giggled at his choice of mugs, each one being a specialised one that was specifically made with one of you in mind.
Changbinâs had a big Dwaekki on it doing deadlifts, surrounded by many, many hearts drawn by you and Hyunjin respectively.
Hyunjinâs had Jiniret drawing a beautiful bouquet of flowers, also surrounded by many hearts from you and Changbin
And yours had a cat on it, similar to Jiniret and Dwaekki, holding up a pen and paper and looking real smug about it. Of course, you also had your fair share of hearts drawn by both of your boyfriends surrounding the kitty.
The sight made you smile, seeing the mugs together like this. This time, however, you couldnât catch your tears before they fell, alarming Changbin who was immediately at your sight.
âWhatâs wrong? Are you in pain?â
His hands hovered over your bundled up form, not wanting to accidentally cause any further pain. You felt kind of embarassed for bursting out into tears like this randomly, hastily shaking your head.
âNo⌠Just overwhelmingly happy and touched, I guess?â
The visible confusion crossing over Changbinâs face wasnât lost on you and you chuckled at the sight.
âIâm sick and youâre dropping everything to take care of me⌠Makes me feel so many things.â
At that, his gaze softened and he allowed himself to sit down next to you, caressing your thigh.
âOf course we would, youâve done it countless times for us as well, angel.â
A short while later Hyunjin arrived at home with several bags hanging off his body.
âI didnât know what you wanted, so I just got a bunch of stuff!â
âThatâs way too much.â
âYou know I snack, they wonât go bad under my watchâ â he grinned and plopped down on your other side, so he had one entire half of you for himself.
Not too long into the first episode of the drama you chose, Hyunjin clung to you like a koala as you leaned against Changbinâs shoulder, pressing his plush lips into your shoulder every now and then to reaffirm his presence beside you.
For the third time that day, you were close to crying. The warmth that spread throughout your body from being squished between your two boyfriends, one offering his strong and steady shoulder for you to rest your head on while the other acted like your personal weighted and heated blanket, made you want to cry.
Truly, what did you do to deserve the two of them?
Sniffing, you nuzzled further into Changbinâs shoulder and moved your body around, so Hyunjin could lie directly on top of you. You put your arms around his shoulders and pulled him closer into your embrace, breathing his calming scent in as you grew tired.
If this is what being sick looked like with Changbin and Hyunjin by your side, you think you could survive the foggy brain for a few more days.
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JEALOUSY
Negan Ă female reader (Alexandrian reader, Rick's daughter)
Summary: Negan gets JEALOUS after he finds something in the readers room.
Warnings: 18+, smut, blowjob, spanking, fingering, clit rubbing, nipple sucking, unprotected sex, overprotective Negan.
Note: This is my first fic, so I don't know what I'm doingđ
. Feel free to request some ideas for the future.
"Take your time. Make it good."
Olivia stuttered out a few words before rushing out of the kitchen.
"So, kid.. How about a tour around?" Carl sighed and began showing him around. Negan had taken off his boots and sock, enjoying the softness of the carpet. He checked out the sink, then some other rooms. There was one room that really had his attention. One that Carl didn't wanna show him. "C'mon, what's in there?"
"Nothing special." Carl mumbled.
Negan on the other side, wasn't having it. He opened the door anyway and stepped inside. There was a crib in one of the corners of the room, a bed in the other. He walked over to the crib and picked up Judith. "Look at this little angel..." He rocked her in his arms while she cooed softly.
"So, who's room is that?"
"Y/N's"
"Oh, Y/N's..."
Meanwhile you were just getting back from a supply run with your dad. You both got out of the truck, opening the trunk for Negan's men to see that everything was there.
"You go, I'll finish here." Rick said, while one of Negan's men was looking trough the stuff. You walked back to your house, your shorts lifting up a bit as you did so.
You saw Carl and Olivia sitting at the porch. Carl was holding Judith.
You entered the house without asking any questions. You took off your boots and started walking up the stairs to your room, stopping mid-stair when you heard someone shout "What the fuck?!".
You immediately recognized the voice. You continued walking. When you got to your room you sighed before opening the door. He was there, looking at your thrash bin that was next to your desk. You immediately regretted going in.
"Care to explained?" He said, looking up from the bin, while pointing at it.
"Ummm..." You were speechless. How do you explain that? He'd kill you.
"I want to know. Why do you have a condom in your thrash bin? A used condom."
"I think you can guess."
That only made it worse. He walked up, towering over you. You gulped as you felt his hot breath against your skin. "Who was it?"
"You don't know him..."
"I'd be very fucking glad to meet him, let me tell you that, sweetheart." He gently lifted your chin so you could look at him. It was like he was staring into your soul. His eyes were cold, almost showing no emotion, but there was one thing you could see. Jealousy.
"Get on your knees."
You accepted your faith, getting on you knees in front of him. You knew what he wanted, but you weren't gonna do anything else without a command. "You know what to do."
You nodded.
"So do it."
Lifting your hands off of your thighs where they were resting, you reached for his belt, unbuckling it. You unbuttoned and u zipped his pants, already seeing his hardness through them. Sliding them down along with his boxers, you couldn't help but stare at it. It was big with just the right amount of thickness and the tip was red, already leaking pre-cum.
You wrapped you hands around it, giving it a few strokes before he was solid like cement. Low groans escaped his mouth as you licked the tip, then further to his balls. You took him in your mouth, already gagging on the half of it.
"You can take more. You will take more." He grabbed a handful of hair and pushed you further until your nose was touching his public hair. "There you go. God, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth."
Your eyes watered from the need of oxygen. When he thought that was enough, he let you pull away, still keeping his hand in your hair. You took a deep breath before going back to pleasuring him with your mouth and hands. Soon you felt him twitch in your mouth, as he gripped your hair harder.
"Fuck, I'm close.. So fucking close."
He shoot his warm seed deep in your throat, groaning loudly before pulling you up on your feet. He kissed you harshly, tasting himself on your lips. Negan then pushed you onto the bed, towering over you. Spreading your legs open and setting between them, he kicked off his pants, that were gathered at his ankles. His jacked following, then his white barely see-through t-shirt. He threw them on the floor before focusing on getting you naked for him. He quickly slid off your shorts along with your panties, throwing them aside then ripping your tank top apart, leaving you only in your bra. You could see he was still mad, even tho he had that stupid grin on his face.
"You're mine from now on, capiche?"
You nodded but that wasn't enough for him. His rough hand slapped your ass, making you cry out.
"Yes. Yes, I understand..."
"Good." He reached behind your back, taking your bra off and throwing it to the pile of clothes on he floor. Immediately his lips were on your breast, sucking on the nipple, probably leaving a hickey. This made you moan like crazy, but it got even louder when he reached to rub your clit with his thumb while his two fingers entered you. Negan started pumping them in and out.
"You like that, baby?" His smirk got wider from the cute little noises you made. "Hell yeah, you do."
You whimpered when he pulled his fingers out, wanting more.
"Don't worry. That tight hole won't be unfilled for a long time." With that, he slammed into you, making you scream out. His hand quickly covered your mouth, muffins your cries. Negan's face buried in your neck as he started moving at a slow pace at first. He kissed your neck as you moaned from the feeling of his cock stretching your out. His pace fastened, as he was leaving wet kisses and love bites on your neck and collarbone. He was now fucking you mercilessly. "What, your tight little cunt can't take me all?"
That nasty grin on his face remained as he was giving you pleasure and pain at the same time. You were clinging to him, scratching his back and shoulders. He groaned as your nails dig into his flesh, but that didn't stop him from going.
"Negan..." You cried out, making him smirk even more.
"I know, baby. I know..."
Your walls tightened, signaling to him that you were close. He let out a low growl, buring his head even more in your neck. "I'm gonna cum.."
"Give it to me, baby. Give me everything you have.."
You came with a loud scream, his name coming out of your lips. He kept thrusting, chasing for his orgasm and soon enough you felt him twitch inside you.
"Oh, I'm gonna cum. Can I cum in this tight pussy?"
"What?! No, Ne-"
"That's a yes." He interrupted you before you could finish.
"No, Negan, please don't.."
"I'm gonna fill you up so good.."
You moaned as he shot his hot cum into you. Not that you minded, you just didn't wanna get pregnant yet. But it felt so good that you wanted to do it again. He was panting softly, still groaning. He dropped his weight on you, careful not to crush your tiny body. He finally pulled out, as you whimpered at the loss off him in you, already missing the feeling of him.
"We're definitely doing this again."
"Agreed..."
"I want you to remember who you belong to, princess."
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Could you write something for Jude. Maybe you guys gets into a fight and youâre surrounded by his family all day. They seem to notice the tension but doesnât say anything but at some point or after a comment from him you break down and leave to be alone in your room. Leaving everyone shocked and surprised by the situation since you guys are very private. Maybe it could be during Christmas or a holiday?! Anyways if you want to. Thank
"Babe did you get the ice cream to go with the brownies?" Jude askedÂ
"No I didn't know we needed some it wasn't on the list I only got all the stuff on the list" I saidÂ
"I thought you'd know we needed ice cream" he said
"I'm not psychic Jude we need so much stuff for tonight I spent all afternoon yesterday making a list of what we needed and I told you to put anything I missed on it" I saidÂ
"Well I'm busy I don't have time to be checking a stupid shopping list" Jude said starting to get angryÂ
"I'm busy too you know" I commentedÂ
"Yeah right all you do is stay here all day" Jude laughed mockinglyÂ
"While I'm here I do all of the things you should be doing I clean I cook I take you wherever you need to go as you still can't drive and I'm doing that course to make my degree useful so I can get a job I don't just do nothing all day and you know it Jude" I saidÂ
I didn't even let him respond I just walked away to the kitchen to start preparing dinner. Jude invited his family over for dinner as they are all in Madrid this week so it's my job to get everything and cook it all. I quite like cooking but it feels like Jude is expecting me to be able to do it all and now I don't really want to do it but I will for his family as they don't need to be involved in our fight. Jude tried to come and help me but only after everything was all done so I just walked straight past him to go and get ready as I'm still covered in flour and other things. He tried to follow me but I closed the bathroom door and locked it so he couldn't get in as I just didn't want to talk to him right now. What he said really hurt me because I don't like him implying I do nothing all day when he knows that's not true. He might want to apologise but knowing Jude it will just end up in us arguing more and when his family is coming over soon we can't be in the middle of a big fight.Â
Once I got myself ready I couldn't find Jude so I just got on with finishing dinner until his family arrived and he suddenly appeared to let them in. I put on a smile as I greeted them all before heading back to the kitchen to plate up dinner for everyone I heard Denise ask Jude if I needed any help to which he said no even though he didn't ask and couldn't see that I was juggling three pans. I know for a fact that he knew I could hear him and was just trying to annoy me further and he managed just that the rage was building back up but I'm trying so hard to let it slide. Jude and I should really talk and not try and get to each other with these small digs but now isn't the time with his family here and as long as we don't kill each other we'll be fine.Â
As soon as I started bringing out the first plates Denise got up and helped me which helped me feel better as she's just always the sweetest and I realised I don't want to hurt that relationship by arguing with Jude in front of her and the rest of his family. Like always Jude sat next to me at the table but he wouldn't look at me and he didn't have one of his hands on my thigh like he usually would. Every time we accidentally touched Jude would move further away from me and I had to try so hard not to cry at that because it made me wonder if this is the beginning of the end and if he really hates me now.
"Are you two ok?" Denise askedÂ
"We're fine it's just been a busy day" I liedÂ
"Are you sure?" Mark askedÂ
"Yeah bro why do you look so mad?" Jobe askedÂ
"Because my girlfriend is annoying" Jude said under his breath but everyone heard himÂ
That comment was it for me I couldn't hold in my feelings anymore and the tears started to fall so I got up from my seat without saying anything as I just needed to get out of there. I thought about leaving the house altogether but I didn't instead I went upstairs to my office space and locked myself in there.Â
Jude's POV
"What was that all about son?" My dad asked meÂ
"Nothing" I mumbled backÂ
"Well it's not nothing if y/n has just run off crying and you don't say things like that about your girlfriend" my mum scolded meÂ
"We had a bit of a fight earlier it's nothing" I saidÂ
"What exactly happened y/n isn't one to get overly emotional so I don't think she'd be crying over a small fight" my mum saidÂ
"Y/n went to get everything for tonight but she didn't get ice cream as it wasn't on the list and she blamed me for not putting it on there even though I'm busy and she got mad when I said she's always home" I rantedÂ
"So you called her lazy pretty much" Jobe commentedÂ
"No I didn't" I saidÂ
"I really thought we raised you better son you didn't do your part and I'm sure y/n asked you and you've blamed her and then insulted her when in reality you don't know what she does when you're not here" my dad saidÂ
"You should go and talk to her and apologise you might not think you've done much wrong but you've hurt her feelings and in a healthy relationship you should be able to realise that and apologise" my mum saidÂ
"And y/n's a great girl you won't find someone else like her easily" Jobe said seriouslyÂ
"Take some time to think then go and talk to her we will leave you two to talk and please tell y/n that we haven't left because of her" my mum saidÂ
True to her word they all got up and left leaving me sat at the dining table alone with my thoughts. I know they are right I've messed up not only is what I said not true and I know it but it hurt y/n way more than I meant for it to. I was mad and said something stupid which I've done before when we've argued because we aren't perfect we do argue but I've never made her cry. Knowing I'm the one that's made her cry made me feel awful seeing her cry over other things is always horrible but being the one to make her cry makes me feel like a horrible person. I have to apologise and I know that but I need to find the right words to say to make this better and not worse.Â
Your POV
I sat not even in my desk chair I just sat on the floor leaning against the wall facing another wall with framed photos of me and my friends and family as well as some with Jude that were only put up a few days ago. I still love him there's no way I couldn't but what he said made me wonder what he thinks of me I thought he loved me too but maybe now we live together I'm just a burden to him. Maybe I just need to leave for a few days or a few weeks and get my life together so that I'm not so much of a bother or if that's really what Jude thinks maybe we just won't work out. That thought really hurts as we've been together for nearly 4 years now and for that to just go down the drain over what started as a stupid little argument would haunt me. Just as my thoughts were spiralling someone tried to open the door but as it was locked they couldn't get in.Â
"Y/n please unlock the door so we can talk" Jude said through the doorÂ
I did as he asked and unlocked the door from the floor and watched him as he came in and sat across from me on the floor. He tried to reach out and grab my hand but I pulled it away as I want to know he's not still mad or going to break up with me before I let him hold my hand. I couldn't read his expression which isn't normal usually I can read Jude like a book but his expression isn't one I've seen before and I don't know what it means.Â
"I'm sorry I'm really sorry I shouldn't have said that you do nothing all day I know that's not true and I shouldn't have made that comment in front of my family that was completely unnecessary they left so we can talk but they wanted you to know they don't hate you and didn't leave because of you they just want us to be able to talk" he explainedÂ
 "I'm sorry too I shouldn't have run off like that I just didn't want to cry in front of everyone and I couldn't stop myself from crying" I saidÂ
"You don't need to be sorry this is my fault I should've listened to you and looked at the list and I shouldn't have got mad at you for not reading my mind and it was stupid of me to let my anger take over and say things I don't mean" he apologisedÂ
"I'm trying I promise it's just things have been tough moving here away from all my family and friends hasn't been easy and the fact that I couldn't just come here and get a job hasn't helped either I feel useless so to hear you say I do nothing all day just hurts" I saidÂ
"Oh babe I didn't realise you'd be struggling so much you know you can talk to me about anything and if it feels like too much you can tell me and I can try and help" he saidÂ
"But you're never here I can't talk to you when you aren't here that's the problem I'm all alone and I have nothing to do I'm trying to find anything to keep me occupied I mean last week I got a ladder out and cleaned the windows I just need a purpose" I saidÂ
"We can fix this why don't you come to my training sessions a few days a week that way you can get out the house and maybe I can ask the guys to get you in contact with their partners so you can start to make some friends and I'll help you all I can to get your course done so you can get a job well do this together I promise" He saidÂ
"Thank you Jude that means a lot I should've told you how I felt before now but I just didn't want to be a burden you have a lot going on you didn't need more on your plate especially silly problems like me having no friends" I saidÂ
"You will never be a burden and none of your problems are stupid but just remember I will always be a friend if you need me to be and so will my family so you are never alone" he saidÂ
There was nothing more to say so I let myself move into Jude's embrace and he just held me whispering apologies in my ear until I kissed him to shut him up. He kissed me a couple times before picking me up and carrying me to our bedroom where he left me for a few minutes to go and get some of the brownies I made and they even had ice cream with them which he said he ordered before he came upstairs to talk to me. That little gesture albeit silly really made me smile as it shows he does listen to me and he does care about me.Â
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Happy late Halloween. I hope you guys enjoy this Halloween special. Aaron miller is my favorite fitness influencer and always want to use him in storyâs but always want to save him for something good. I ended up saying fuck it and writing the below. Let me know if you like it!
ROOMMATE CLONESTUME (Halloween Special)
You would think having a fitness influencer as a college roommate would be like winning the lottery. Being able to see pieces of eye candy almost every day, almost practically shirtless all the time, but itâs not all sunshine and rainbows. You see Aaron Miller was your typical douchebag straight jock bro behind the camera. Always calling me fag but always saying heâs just joking and I need to toughen up. Of course, you would never catch him like that on camera, always playing like the fun-loving jock goofball. Thankfully heâs leaving tonight to go to some stupid Halloween party at the frat house.
âYo fag! How do I lookâ I hear his voice call from the living room
âFucking hot right! All the chicks are gonna be all over me begging from some of this Miller cockâ he said while smirking and flexing in front of the full-length mirror in the living room
âYeah Iâm sure they will Aaronâ I reply while rolling my eyes and begging he would leave soon.
âYou know some other frat across campus invited me to their Halloween but I already promised my bro Iâm going to Alpha Omegas party. Feel free to accept my inviteâ
"I think I'm good, I got to finish my term paper but I guess thanks" I replied thinking it weird why he would think I would somehow fit in at a frat party
âWell, bro the invite is in my room and feel free to use last year's costume.. might be a bit big haha. Anyway gotta go before the good Pus gets takenâ Aaron said taking one last pic for his IG story and heading out
âThank god, I can finally work on my paper,â I said heading to my room. I walk by Aaronâs room and notice his door ever so slightly open. I ended up looking in and seeing a paper which I assumed was the invite lying on his messy bed next to what seemed to be the black Spiderman suit he wore last year for Halloween.
âWow, did he really think I was gonna put that onâ I say as I continue to walk further into the room the scent of stale gym clothes and musky axe cologne lingered in the air.
As I get closer to the bed I keep looking back and forth from the costume and the letter. I donât know why but I ended up grabbing the costume something about it was calling me. The silky satin feeling of the spandex with the scent of stain sweat and beer, most likely from last year's party. âMaybe I should try it onâ I whisper under my breath.
I start to undress myself in Aaronâs room until Iâm standing in just my briefs. I look around feeling kinda risquĂŠ in his room half naked, but something felt right about putting this one. I slowly start to unzip the costume looking into the dark interior. As I started to put on the costume I could immediately tell it was quite a few sizes too big and especially since Aaron had worn it previously certain areas were stretched out more than usual. I slowly start to pull the costume up my body as I get halfway to putting it on something feels wrong
âNo no why am I doing this I need to work on my paperâ I say snapping out of the hazy confusion but as soon as I try to take off the suit I knew something was wrong
âWhat the fuckâ The rest of the suit starts to climb up my slim body and sticking to any skin it touches. I tried to remove it, but the suit just snapped back almost like a second skin. âSTOPâ I scream as it continues to travel upwards my body covering all the way up until it reaches my neck. I soon hear the noise of a zipper closing and a cold feeling riding up my back. I immediately reached backwards trying to catch the self-moving zipper before it closed all the way, but I was too late as soon as I grabbed the zipper head I felt it disappear from my hand as the suit started to close up leaving no seam behind.
âWhat the fuck is this, how does this happenâ I continue trying to take off the suit but it just gets tighter and tighter until a moment where I lose control. âWhat..â my body starts to move slowly by itself it feels like I lost control of anything the suit has encompassed. I start to move towards Aaronâs nightstand, grab the remote to his TV and turn it on. I was immediately blasted with the audio and imagined Aaron almost like he was starting off one of his annoying Instagram videos.
âWhat is going on PEEEOPLES! Or should I say fagâ he said chuckling to himself at the uncreative nickname he has bestowed upon me.
âWHAT THE FUCK AARON WHAT IS THISâ I scream at the tv as my body stands still disobeying my mind.
â youâre probably going âwhat the fuck Aaron?â or some shit like that but no bother bro, this is all recorded. No one to help you now haha. You see I was tired of having some fuck ass roommate that I couldnât share anything with so I looked online and found this powder with some special powers. I sprinkled it on my old costume and all I had to do was wait for the next person to wear it. I knew you would be tempted. I mean who couldnâtâ he says as he flexes his bicep.
âSo anyways, I got invited to this banger party and said yes but some other frat also invited me to theirs and like fuck I couldnât be in two places at once. So I thought and figure maybe youâll like to go but couldnât have some loser gay fag representing me so I decided you needed a small makeover. That special powder is gonna make you into me and you wonât even remember ever being your faggy little self. So hope you enjoy the party bro and remember the party is not complete till a girl gets bred.â And with that the TV shut off but before I could react something went over my head shutting my eyes
âFuck fuck get this off of meâ I say noticing that it was a mask probably to complete the stupid Spider-Man costume.
Soon the changes started to happen I felt the suit tighten but at the same time expand. It first started with my feet growing to a large size 14. The changes travelled upwards as my calfs and thighs started to expand giving me tree trunks for legs. I knew I wouldnât be able to fit in any of my pants anymore. Soon I felt a pain in my stomach like I was kicked by a boxer
âUGH FUCKâ I say as I fall on my knees. While I couldnât see anything under the suit I knew abs started to form one by one leaving an impressive six-pack behind. As I looked down I started to see my chest push out. Creating a shelf right under my head. Two massive pecs now jutted out of my body and now I had to make an effort if I wanted to see any part of my body below my pecs.
The change travelled outwards as the suit forced me to do a double bicep pose typical of what I see Aaron do when heâs back from the gym. Soon my biceps and triceps started to expand like crazy. My muscles became sore as they grew to match his arms exactly.
Lastly, the feeling travelled up to my face and I felt the muscles crack inside my skull and the fat draining from my cheeks. I was screaming in agony until the pain suddenly left.
My body Finally fell down to the ground like a puppet dropped by its owner. I slowly get up and start to remove the mask and notice the zipper has reappeared. I zip the costume just until it hits my waist. My body was sweating from the changes and I needed to know what happened.
I knew Aaron had a mirror in his closet and ran to the door to open it. Nothing could have prepared me for what I was seeingâŚ
An exact copy of him was standing right in the mirror.
âNo no, this canât be⌠I canât be himâ I say panicking not recognizing my own body in front of me. I tried to figure out what I could do to change back and started to run to my room, but as soon as I reached the door to exit, I came to a sudden halt.
I looked down which was difficult trying to see over these massive pecs and realised I still had the costume on. My eyes widened as my legs started to walk me back to his desk and force me to sit down. I tried to fight back but to no use. I was losing control⌠soon my arm started to move toward the computer and turning it on
âNo wait, stop pleaseâ I scream at my unresponsive body but it continued to move on its own.
As the computer turns on a pre-loaded video comes along with it...
YOU ARE AARON MILLER
âNO NO STOPâ I scream realizing it was hypnosis
Clips of Aaron flexing and pictures of his body invade the screen between phrases.
YOU HAVE ALWAYS BEEN AARON
FLEX
JOCK
MUSCLE
My eyes started to become glued to the screen against my will. I tried to resist but I couldnât. Soon I noticed my arms moving again. They move downwards and started to push the costume lower until *pop* my cock bounces out.
âNo⌠please let me go,â I say as the arm reaches for my dick and starts to jack it off slowly at first.
JOCK
BRO
Soon the images changed. More of Aaron joking around with his friends, drinking, partying and working out. Videos of him fucking and breeding girls always started to appear. I knew some of them from school
BRO
DUDE
BREED
Soon the jacking off started to pick up speed as more and more of the hypnosis and reprogramming started to settle in. My brain was trying to fight a losing battle. I was able to gain a small amount of control to see my cock as I noticed it starting to expand. Slowly it lengthened from its original 5 inches hard âŚ. 6âŚ7âŚ.8 until I reached a mighty 9 inches. My hand started to lose grip as the girth also started to grow almost not allowing me to fully encompass the cock with one hand. Next, I felt my balls change they started to lower until they fell into a pouch inside the costume that no doubt used to be where the original Aaron had his. They grew larger as my moans started to overshadow the video. I felt a kick in the balls as I knew my old cum was being eaten by the new alpha cum Aaron produces
âPls⌠uhhh⌠stop thisâ I say with the last residuals of will I had as my arm continued jacking my new cock until it reached near orgasm
âNoâŚ.â
BREED
âPlsâŚâ
JOCK
âI donâtâ
YOU ARE
âWant thiâŚ.â
AARON MILLER
âFUUUUUUUCKâ
I cum all over my body and my room as I snap out of the horny daze
âFuck that was good. Now gotta get to that fucking party before someone takes all the good pussâ
I get up from the desk and shuffle over to my closet to grab a used cum towel and wipe myself off.
I grab the costume from my waist and pull it all the way up zipping the costume as well. I smirk in the mirror knowing all the chicks are gonna want some of this Miller cock.
The original Aaronâs plan worked perfectly. He now had a complete copy of himself running around breeding and partying. He finally had someone he could share everything with, himself! Of course, people asked questions but he just said it was his twin brother.
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I have a request. This is my first time but k love your stories. Okay what if reader is 23 and she is the secret Blossom daughter anyways she is also dating FP and she gets super jealous of Alice (who Iâm sorry donât like) anyways what if she gets down and sees maybe FP would do better without her but he changes her mind? With some smut?!! Hehehe ahh Iâm so excited
I am so sorry this took so long đ I so forgot about it, I'm so sorry hun!!! (Also dw I totally hated Alice too) (Also I totally forgot about the Blossom's secret child so idk how they treated them, I ain't watched the show in a bit so just pretend I added that to the story) also it became MOSTLY SMUT tbh
F!reader x FP Jones
Alice Cooper was highly unlikable. Always being around FP because of her daughter and his son was one thing, the way she constantly nagged everyone else was another reason. But you didn't need many reasons to dislike her, your first reason was well enough. She was always around your man FP. At first it was a mild annoyance, and soon it was every second.
So you decided you felt stupid. You kept your distance from FP, you were absolutely downed, thinking about breaking up with him so he could go date Alice, it made sense after all, you were a bit young. Keeping your distance worked well at first, for the first two days he was too busy to notice, but after a while he was calling all the time, showing up unexpectedly, he was trying to find out what was wrong. "Honey, you gotta talk to me, you can't hide forever." He mumbled while he was standing in front of you at your job. "I'm not hiding, nothing's going on, go spend time with Alice."
Okay, so maybe your sadness and insecurity fronted themselves as anger. You had snapped at him and he looked like a kicked puppy for a second before his eyes glimmered with recognition. "Oh, dear, is that what's wrong?" You just turn to the clock, hoping to check the time until you leave. "Five minutes." FP says quickly, already knowing you well enough. "And as soon as you're clocked out you're coming home with me."
And so with barely any room to argue, that's exactly what happened, once you clocked out he took you home with him. You felt absolutely stupid, sitting on the edge of his bed while he stood in front of you, looking down at you. "Look, i-" you couldn't even finish, as he quickly sank to his knees right in front of you. "No." He said quickly pressing a kiss to your right leg. "No?" You asked and he nodded, kissing further up your leg, gently spreading your legs before sucking a hickey into your inner thigh.
"Yes, I said no." He turned his attention to your other leg, kissing, licking, and nipping hickeys into your pretty skin. "You don't even know what I was about to say." Your sentence comes out breathy, stutter filled as you try your best to not become absolutely soaked at the sight before you. He just looks up at you for a moment before speaking, "I know exactly what you were gonna say," his tone is harsh, strict, and absolutely sexy, "it was gonna be about Alice, and I don't wanna hear it."
His tone alone has you ready to give up your endeavors, he stands up in front of you however and you decide to keep pushing. "FP-" you're quickly cut off again, his rough lips against yours, hands roughly grabbing at your hips. "No more talking." He mumbles against your lips. You again decided to push your luck, leaning back to protest but the second you even tried to speak he gently pushed you down onto the bed. "No more talking." He repeats, tone much more strict than before, if it's even possible it made you wetter too. "Now, do I gotta fuck this little idea out of your head or are you a smart girl who can get rid of it yourself?" That was a comment no one else could possibly get away with, but FP was different, his condescending tone was something laced with sweetness somehow.
"Need your help." You mumbled, and he smiled, hands gently rubbing your thigh. "Good girl." Was his reply, leaning down to kiss you as his hand slowly travelled up your leg. It went past your inner thigh and slowly his fingers pressed against your panties, the wet fabric making him smile as he pushed them aside, fingers teasing your clit. "Good girl, so ready for me." He praised, slowly sinking two fingers into you, watching your nose scrunch in pleasure as you let out small whines. He continued to plunge his fingers in and out of you, watching you moan beneath him. "Good girl, look at your pretty face, the only face I wanna see."
He sped up his fingers, making you let out a high pitched squeal of pleasure. "There it is, oh, that's my favorite sound. Something no one else could achieve." You couldn't even reply, on the brink of crying at his praise, he was slowly making the insecurity fall away. Who else could ever imagine he'd be in love with another woman while he's saying such things about you? And soon you feel that coil snap, and you hear more praise. "Oh, just dirtying my fingers, aren't ya? Mhm, doing so good." He coos, praise making your head spin as his fingers come up and he sucks your juices off of them like the sweetest nectar.
"Think you can handle anymore?" Always the gentleman, making sure you're ready for him completely. Making sure to give you time, you nod and he smiles softly. Taking off your panties completely he flips your skirt up, looking down at the prettiness that is you, leaning down to kiss you once more before leaning back again, undoing his belt.
That had been hours ago, he was still plunging into you, moaning at your tight walls around him. "Good girl, my only girl, only girl I want." You whined at such words, face buried in a pillow while he held your hips up to fuck you from behind. "Taking me so good, the only girl that could take me this good" he praised. "Only girl that could make me want you this much, only girl so irresistible." His praises were mixed with your whined of pleasure, his small grunts of pleasure. He finished with one thrust, filling you up, smiling down at your shaking form.
"Good girl." He praised sweetly, kissing your shoulder, pulling out and laying you in a more comfortable position. "My girl, my only girl." He praised, peppering soft kisses across your face. "Ready to give up your silly idea?" You nodded, cuddling against him and laying your face against his chest. "Yeah, it was really stupid anyway." He smiled broadly, "ain't that the truth." He kissed you once more before you fell asleep. Happy and content in the arms of a man who you were now certain, was yours and only yours.
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Late WIP Wednesday ..
(aaa km not sure if i should finish this, it started off strong but just fell off and now my brain isnt working)
Simonâs home & marriage was his refuge, until it wasn't. He knew something wasn't right when you were coincidentally prepared for his return, all dolled up when you greeted him with an âI miss youâ kiss. No, he was sure it wasn't you when he saw that the dinner table was prepared with a generous spread of food on it.
There was no reason for you to come this prepared, everytime he comes home from deployment is a surprise. So..how exactly are you this ready? It didn't sit right with him, the whole thing felt like it came out of a painfully obvious scripted reality TV show.
But food was food and after countless weeks spent eating barely edible MREâs, a home cooked meal was all he needed. Sluggishly, he sat down at his unsaid designated spot at the dinner table. He closely watched if you would sit down at your designated spot, if you didn't; thatâd explained a lot. You do end up sitting at your spot, it wasn't all that hard to do though. Dinner with you was unsettling to say the least, all of the small talk you were making felt forced, itâs barely been an hour and he already feels like he's going crazy.
He knows more than to question you upfront though, having gone through enough interrogations to know that he should take his time and that you could get hostile if things don't go your way. You could be a threat for all he knew, and it's better to be safe than sorry. Unsure if it was the right decision, he starts out some sort of small talk himself, asking you some seemingly innocent questions.
âWhat were yer up to while I was gone, luv?â He asks mid chew. âOh not much, I just picked up a new hobby actually. Clay sculpting! I've been watching online tutorials, I could say Iâve been getting the hang of it if I do say so myself.â Liar, was all he could think while he subconsciously nodded to your words. You hated clay, not fond of the texture it had and the way itâd get stuck under your nails. Perhaps it was another one of your impulsive decisions, jumping into conclusions should be the last thing he should be doing. It could cost him more harm than good, so he lets it slide. For now at least.
âSculpting eh? That's new, have ye finished any?â He pauses, swallowing his food. âIâd love to see them.â A spark lights up in your eyes, but it didn't look right. There's a lit candle in there but it's far, far away. The lack of life in your eyes makes his stomach spin like there's a guinea pig rolling around in their wheel in there, it made him want to puke. He wasn't the biggest fan of prolonged eye contact anyway, so heâll just avoid looking you in the eye to prevent making a mess. âOh yeah I actually do! They're already displayed on top of our shelves, Iâll show them to you after.â You exclaim, if that was you anyway, which it wasn't.
Dinner passed at an uncomfortably slow pace, Simon swore he could hear each individual tick and tock of the clock, the scraping of utensils against the porcelain plates and each chew you took. Heâs gone through debatably louder things than this, the booms of the explosions were unforgettable after all but this somehow takes the cake. Wanting to distract himself further, he helps with washing the dishes which you normally did but you specifically chose today to help do the other minor chores. Water, that was your weak point. He noticed it, you didn't drink water after dinner either. What kind of monster doesn't drink water to hydrate after eating roasted pork?
To test out this thought of his, he decided to ask another question. âI'm heading to the shower, luv. Care to join me?â Meekly, he suggests to you, deep brown eyes staring intently as he awaited the already expected answer. âOh I..actually already showered earlier dear. Maybe next time.â A dishearteningly dismissive reply, just like he expected. âAlright, suit yourself luv. I'll be back.��
He thought about it, almost forgetting about the bubbly soap running down his body from how deep in thought he was. There was no doubt about it anymore, everything about you being you, pointed away. At this point, he didn't care what the fake you was anymore, rather where you actually were. You could've been dead for all he knew, replaced by the soulless woman that now roams around his home.
This was beyond cruel, beyond the pain physical torture could've caused. It was like the universe was a cat and he was a yarn ball, being played by it meticulously. The whole thing was definitely planned out by a certain someone he knew, the both of you are fairly private so it couldn't have been a random person. He couldn't handle this alone, as much as heâd hate to admit, the situation was way bigger than him to do alone. So, he decides to call a trusted someone.
âYou tellinâ me ye think your wife got abducted or something..and a doppelgänger replaced her?â A gruff voice questions, lightly tapping his cigar against the side of the ashtray. Price, him and Kate are the only members of the Task Force so far that Simon allowed you to meet. Well, it unfortunately looks like the sergeants won't get to meet you under these circumstances just yet. Strangely enough, the clocks inside the pub weren't working. Must be a malfunction. The masked man nodded, sighing through his nose when he got a whiff of the alcohol-filled air in the bar.
âI feel so.â He grumbled. âCouldn't she be just having an off day? We all have those, Simon.â John opposes it, it was an unquestionable possibility they couldn't simply ignore. âNo, I know my wife. In my years of being with her, she's never acted this way.â Ghost hissed back, a hint of crystal clear impatience seeping out from his words. The lack of respect in his tone wasn't intended, but what could he do when his wife is apparently kidnapped and replaced so seamlessly? âI guess you have a point, but you need to confirm it Simon. You shouldn't make any decision on impulse, if the woman in your home really isn't your wife then this is a bigger issue.â
Then the plan was set, still a little all over the place but there really wasn't any time to lose. Simon would further observe the woman who's allegedly âyouâ to make sure he isn't making things up, then if he was incredibly sure it wasn't you, heâll head to the police and file a report for a missing person. In all honesty, it wasn't hard to do, having gone through missions more intense than this. Yet the fact that you were involved made the bugs inside of him crawl, this was totally his fault.
He didn't hide you away from the world enough, he should've just kept you locked inside a cage like the little birdie you were to avoid any danger coming your way. Simon wasn't stupid though, that was inhumane, you were one of the only few people who has managed to make Simon feel less of a ghost and more of a human. So doing such a thing to you was unethical and out of the books, but how could you blame him for subconsciously letting his possessiveness and worry take over when you're literally so far from his grasp? Being so near before that he could easily grip at the back of your top, now so far that the trace of your scent is long gone.
It makes Simon feel sick, his core being left to rot. He comes from the pub to what felt like an empty house, not home because nothing would feel like home without you there. Heâd rather be living in a pile of rocks and plywood with you than in a giant mansion without you, that would be the real hell. âBloody hell..where are you?â He murmurs under his breath, stressedly rubbing his creased forehead. If he could, heâd pry at every surface that comes up within his sight just to find you.
âIâm back.â He whispers, unsure if the fake you was asleep or not. Anyone, human or not wouldn't be happy being woken up from their slumber. âWelcome home, hun. You alright?â Looking up from your cup of tea, you ask. âYeah, just spoke with the Captain. That's all, no alcohol.â Simon was so used to you being a worrywart about his alcohol intake, telling you that he didn't have any alcohol is practically ingrained into the wrinkles of his brain. But the woman in front of him didn't seem to care less about his health, let alone him in general. The lack of nagging that usually filled his ears to the brim didn't feel right, he would've much rather gone through another one of your yap sessions about how constant alcohol intake affects him in the long run than..just silence.
He feels the desperation inching up on him, eating him whole. At this point, he's willing to admit he doesn't want you. He needs you. He needs to hear your fretful complaints about him getting deployed, knowing youâd shut up because you were used to it by now. He needs you to tell him to include more vegetables in his diet because he's not some kind of carnivore to be eating that much meat. God, he just needs you with him. Whatever bloody thing came with you heâd take like it was on a stupid Black Friday sale.
âNot yet..â Heâd think every single night, eyes wide open as he prevents himself from making a rash decision. The woman sleeping soundly right next to him, if that was you..But it wasn't, even if he stared at the unfamiliar woman for ten hours straight, she wouldn't just magically turn into you. Well sure, she was a carbon copy of you from head to toe but she simply just didn't scream âyouâ. Whatever and whoever you were anyway.
âWhen all is said and done, I think it'll end well Simon. My gut feeling tells me so, it's rarely ever wrong so Iâm pretty sure we should trust it.â You ramble on and on, the little amount of alcohol taking over your lightweight self. Simon was still courting you here, yet he remembers it like it's been replayed in his mind like a broken record. He trusted your gut, and he could consider that as one of the best choices he's ever made in life.
But..trusting you now? While you're probably out, all shivering & teeth clattering from the immense cold night? Impossible, heâs fully aware that you're a capable strong woman however..how far can his trust go? How far do you have to venture into someoneâs soul to gain their fragile trust, something that can be easily broken with your own bare hands? Ghost doesn't trust you, but Simon does.
âYou're a strong gal, you can hold on for much longer.â He supposes, deep in thought while he flipped around in bed. The fake you hasn't set off any red flags yet, acting normal. Too normal. He knew âyouâ had a purpose for being here, one with malicious intent, though what exactly? One wouldn't simply come in here and replace his wife with a fake one just out of spite, unless they were a little cuckoo. Tossing aside to check the time, he presses the âonâ button on his phone. Weird, the time didn't show up. Maybe it's just a glitch in the system.
âSimon, Hey? Simon, wake up. Hurry, you need to get up.â A voice shakes, lightly nudging him in order to awake him. It's your voice, he can instantly sense its meekness. With one eye and another, they flutter open, still full of sleep in them. âOh thank goodness, you're awake! But you seriously need to wake up, like right now.â You crooned, hoping heâd fully wake up to the sound of your voice. Groaning, Simon sat up, a few joints popping in the process. âWhat..? Yeah, Iâm awake luv. Whadâya need me for?â He questions groggily, eyes opening further once he gets a closer look at you. It's actually you, he can tell! The way your eyes meet his, connecting like a bee landing on a precious flower. The way your voice lilted to him like a mother bird nursing her hatchlings, it really was you.
âWaitâluv? You're here? Bloody hell, you actually areâDid you see the other gal who looked just like you? Tell me Iâm not losing my shit please.â Then you shushed him, convinced heâll continuously go on and on if you didn't. âPlease listen to me closely, Simon.â You pause, noticing how his eyes bask in yours like it was long overdue. âYou need to wake up, hurry.â
#cod x reader#cod fanfic#cod fanfiction#call of duty#ghost cod#cod#cod wip#writing wip#fic wip#my wips#wip#wip wednesday#well Thursday..#simon ghost x you#simon ghost x reader#ghost riley#ghost call of duty#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost#simon riley imagine#simon riley x reader#simon riley cod#simon riley#simon riley x you#task force 141#tf 141#tf141 x you#current wip
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Sirius Black x muggle!reader || fluff
summary: the time Sirius sneaked away from Hogwarts to see you.
The thrift store looked as cozy as ever, which was the obvious effect of a place filled with things that people had previously loved. The crooked statues and trinkets near the door, the sound of a Little Richard record playing somewhere behind the back, the huge stack of battered old books â all of them made you excited like the very first time you stepped inside.
You looked at the boy you came with and saw a gleam in his eyes that you haven't ever seen before.
"Pretty, isn't it?" you asked, taking a brown butterfly hairclip from the basket near him. Sirius still hasn't finished taking in the shop's eccentrics.
"It's so cool," he said in awe.
You laughed. You could see why he'd be so surprised. Sirius Black had been homeschooled all his life, or that's what he says anyway. All you know is that your strange, rich, pretty neighbour never comes out of his house unless it's the holiday season. When you ask him about it, he says his mother is old-fashioned and traditional. You hadn't understood what he meant until you saw her once yourself. From her attire to her cold glare, that particular cameo still gave you shudders.
Even the times you do see him, he's covered in leaves and dirt, as if he climbed down the window without anyone seeing. Sometimes you wonder if you ought to get him legal help to get him emancipated. But he never looked physically harmed, but he never looked completely okay either.
StrĚĽangely enough, your holiday friend wasn't out on a holiday though. This visit was right in the middle of the school year. When asked about it, he said something about apparition or desperation that you just decided not to ask further. He looked particularly worn out that day, so you decided to take him to somewhere he'd never been before, which happened to be a very long list. The thrift store was close, so that's the story of how he ended up gawking at the records beside you.
"Who's your favorite?" you asked, actually curious. Apart from his unusual attire and confused looks when you mention anything from music, you haven't had the faintest clue as to who he even listened to.
"Stubby Boardman?"
You blinked. "Uhm, you mean Buddy Holly?"
"Yeah, sure." Sirius looked more interested in the records before him. He brushed past the unorganized stack with a faraway look in his eyes. He then turned to you questioningly. You jumped a little and looked away because you realized you might have been staring a little too much at him.
"Look at this!" You were thankfully saved by the orange and red album in front of you. You reached for it gleefully, making a happy sound. "I've been looking for this edition for such a long time! Oh, I can't believe they have it!"
"Are they any good?" he asked, matching your level of excitement.
"The best," you sighed, hugging it closer.
This particularly sweet moment was cut short when you heard a small commotion at the front of the store.
Sirius's face showed immediate panic. "I knew that cat looked familiar!" He said, rushing to the cashier's area.
"The cat?" you blinked in confusion, then followed him.
A woman stood in the spot, wearing the biggest black hat you'd ever seen. She had small spectacles and smart, shrewd eyes behind them. She looked exhaustingly mad, as if she'd been in plenty of situations like this before.
"I'm still learning the ropes of apparition?" Sirius tried, smiling meekly. "I've no clue how I've ended up here."
"Mr. Black, you've excelled in apparition and rest assured, even the most horrible student wouldn't end up hundreds of miles away from where they are. I'm sorry to interrupt your date but you're coming with me right this instant!"
"Who is this?" you asked. The woman turned her gaze on you, and the wheels seemed to turn in her head.
"Let's go," she said more sharply.
"I enrolled in a boarding school?" Sirius directed the answer at you, though it sounded more like a lame excuse. The woman did not look happy to be ignored. "I've to go now but I'll explain everything when I'm back okay?"
"No, you won't!" the woman said shrilly.
"I'm sorry but you all have to leave," the cashier said, looking like she's had enough. "We don't have squabbles inside the store."
Sirius looked a tiny bit sad. Being unofficially thrown out of the store was not how you thought how the day would go, but you sighed and walked out anyways.
Your phone rang. It was your father, asking you to pick up the groceries on your wy back. By the time you hung up, both Sirius and the lady was nowhere to be seen.
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"You're young and that's a fancy word for naive," Minerva said, walking or slightly running down the hall. Sirius struggled to keep up.
"She's going to understand."
She stopped in her tracks and Sirius almost crashed into her.
"That's not what I meant. How do you think your mother would take the fact that you're friends with a muggle? Let alone more than friends?"
Sirius blushed. "There's not moreâ"
"Oh, I'm not stupid. But that's not what this is about either. You're bringing her to her doom if you keep visiting her under Walburga's nose."
"She's all I have at that place!"
"That's not true. There's a person in your own house who needs you, but you seem to forget that."
"Regulus is like the rest of them. He's not who he was," Sirius said promptly. His words were harder than before. "If you doubt it, look for the mark in his arm."
Without waiting for her reply, he stormed away. To hell with the detentions, he thought. I have to do one more thing back in my town.
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The next morning, the first thing you thought of while waking up was the boy with dark long curls and brown pretty eyes. You wondered if you dreamt him up.
There was a part of you that wanted to be mad that he left without a goodbye, but you actually didn't mind. Something said he'd be back soon enough.
"Hey kiddo," your dad knocked on your door and walked in, holding something familiar in his hands. "Someone left this at the door. Must be for you."
You gasped, grabbing the red and orange record from his hands.
"Howâ?"
"There was no note." He shook his head. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have a secret admirer. Now come down to the kitchen, we made pancakes."
"I'll be right there," you mumbled, examining the album once again. Once he left the room, you immediately went to the player.
While you took out the record, you noted something eerily familiar to dog hair sticking on the sides.
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Arguments
Summary: You and Leah get into a fight. Based on this request & thank you to the anon for giving me an idea about the fight.
Warnings: None?
A/N: I'm really sorry but the Barça x teen!reader fic, where Rs Dad died before the game might not be the next fic to come out, I will try and finish it however I am just really stuck on ideas for it, if you have any feel free to let me know.
You walk out into the living room, where the rest of the team is. It is team bonding night, which you were invited to even though youâre not part of the team anymore, as you're currently in London visiting Leah and your family, because you canât play due to your ankle. However you werenât going to team bonding night as it was one of your friendâs 18th birthday and as much as you missed the team you hadnât spent time with your friends in ages, and it would be the first 18th you could attend, so of course you didn't pass up to opportunity to party with your friends. When you walked out into the room all eyes were on you, they all seemed honestly impressed, Katie even gave you a grin and a smirk, however your sisterâs face showed her clear disapproval for your very not modest outfit. You had a loose black sequin v-neck halter top on, with a pair of denim shorts that were almost too small to be appropriate, and your hair was in a very slicked back high ponytail, with a pink feather scrunchie finishing it off.
âYou canât wear that.â Your sister scowled.
âOh what, so you only care about how I look, how Iâll damage your reputation.â you sassed her back.
âWhat's that supposed to mean?â She asked in defence.
âOh, stop pretending you donât know what I mean. Itâs not like you care about anything else I doâŚ..so why do you care what I wear?â
âI canât believe youâre giving me attitude right now,â you scoffed at her âhonestly, Iâm glad youâre at Barça now, at least now I donât have to deal with you and your attitude.â
âSee I knew you didnât care that I was leaving, you werenât sad, you were happy.â
âI just hope you donât treat Alexia like this.â she said, almost waving you off.
âSorry that we canât all be as perfect as you, Leah âCaptain of Englandâ Williamson. Iâm honestly glad Iâm at Barça too, it means I donât have to deal with your judgement daily. And anyway, everyone knows youâre just jealous. Sorry but I canât help it that Iâm better than you.â
âThatâs a fucking low blow.â She said as you started walking towards the front door, âWhere do you think youâre going in that?â
âTo the party, remember. The world doesnât revolve around you like you think it does.â You snapped back at her before slamming the door behind you.
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You were waiting out the front, Leah said she would pick you up at 12:00 and with the fight you had you did not want ehr to be there before you were, to reduce the chances of you getting yelled at.
âY/N/N,â you heard a familiar voice call out, it wasnât Leah though, it was Beth. You walked over to her car.
âWhereâs Leah?â
âOh, she asked us to pick you up, you can stay the night if you want.â
âFucking perfect sister my arse, yes pleaseâ
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You woke up to an elaborate breakfast spread on the table, but Beth and Viv werenât in sight. Walking further out into the main room, you saw a very familiar figure sitting on the couch, it was your sister.
âWhat are you doing here? Where are Beth and Viv?â
âTheyâve gone on a walk. Can we talk?â
âAbout what, oh let me guess, what I wore last night was inappropriate, my behaviour was inappropriate, I shouldnât act like that. Blah, blah, blah. I get it whatever.â
âY/N, sit, we need to talk, I need to talk to you, I need to say something to youâ you rolled your eyes at her as you begrudgingly moved to the couch and sat down.
âIâm sorry about last night. It would be a lie if I said I wasnât slightly jealous of you being at Barça, or of Alexia for getting to spend everyday with you. I miss you and Iâm sorry, and I was wrong, but that doesnât mean you shouldâve acted how you did, you shouldnât have snapped.â
âYeah, okay, whateverâ you said with a slight huff, hoping to push her off.
âWhat?â She replied to you clearly frustrated as she leant back into the couch crossing her arms.
âNo one has thought to consider how I actually feel about it, I constantly get asked something surrounding whether Iâm having fun at Barça, not how I am finding it, whether Iâm coping or not. No one has stopped to think that maybe this is more pressure than I needed, no one has bothered to check that the pressure isn't getting to me. Everyone now expects me to be some sort of goal machine, they expect me to be on a level most experienced players arenât, they expect me to be some sort of God.â You took deep shaky breath, feeling your lower eyelids droop from the weight of your building tears, before you continued âYou havenât, my own sister hasnât even, thought about whether Iâm coping mentally let alone asking me. You know not once has any single one of you checked in on how I am going with my eating, something you all single handley promised me, Sam has though. And yeah sure Iâm having fun but you know how much pressure there is? To improve. To show the world, to show you, to show the national team, to show Arsenal that this was the right choice, to show Barça I was worth the money. I feel like I need to score to get your validity, I constantly feel like I have to show you I am a good player, show you itâs not just because Iâm your little sister, and can be moulded into the next generation you. I have yet to show you, to make you believe I am a good player, I deserve it, I deserve it all and I donât have your name, your name isnât what is getting me through, its my name, our name, our family name. I constantly am trying to get your approval, I constantly try to not disappoint you but no matter what I do it doesnt work. It just makes you more ashamed of me, and makes you more disappointed with me.â At this point tears were streaming down your face, Leah moved over to sit next to you, pulling you into her lap for a hug.Â
âIâm so sorry bug, I know I haven't been the best sister, I am really really sorry.â She said as a few tears escaped her eyes.
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OOH OOH, Mumbo putting the big ol' bootycheeks on the Cub billboard and then stepping back and looking at his work and feeling kinda đłâź about it
CACKLED OUT LOUD READING THIS ASK AND IMMEDIATELY SCREENSHOTTED IT TO SEND TO TWO OF MY FRIENDS. anyway, here's...uh...this! -
"hiya, mumbo, what doin?" "studying." "studying...what?" "cub's ass." "...i'm sorry, what?"
mumbo turned to face the avian, folding his spyglass in on itself with a clean, satisfying schwick. honestly, grian sounded much more confused about all of this than he had any right to be - it wasn't as if he didn't do the same thing with scar. arguably, what mumbo was doing (standing at a respectable distance, using his spyglass to peer into the strange labrynth cub was currently navigating) was much better than what grian did when he was bored. he was going to give scar a heart attack, one of these days, with his propensity for perching in trees and dive-bombing the man the second he stepped within range. so, really - grian had no ground to stand on, not with this. "cub's ass," he repeated, "don't act like you don't watch scar build for hours just on the off-chance that he'll take his shirt off" "that's different," grian grumbled, swinging so that he was hanging upside-down off of the branch he'd previously been perched on. "we've been together for years. it'd be weird if i didn't want to see him naked. cub, on the other hand...i didn't know you liked him like that." "oh, i don't," mumbo dismissed (ignoring the way his heart skipped a beat in his chest at the suggestion), "i'm just bored. and someone needs to finish that sign you put up." "sign?" grian asked, peering owlishly at him. "which...oh, the one in the shopping district?" "mmhm. i should have known you wouldn't do the back - but no fuss, i'll handle it." "i...the back? mumbo, what do you mean? it's a billboard, it doesn't need a back." mumbo chuckled lightly to himself, sliding the spyglass into the pocket of his slacks. ah, grian - always skirting around the issue at hand. typical. "i - hey, don't walk away from me - what do you mean, it needs a back? what are you going to add to it? mumbo? mumbo?" a few hours later, grian had his answer. and mumbo could tell that he was impressed (if the wide, round eyes and gaping mouth mumbo was met with as he glided down from the back of the sign meant anything). scar, on the other hand... "no way!" the shirtless man shrieked, from where he was sprawled out on the grass next to his partner. "you gave him an ass! you gave cub an ass! this is great! oh - mumbo, you've really outdone yourself with this one." "mumbo," grian interjected, glaring down at scar with a look that screamed don't encourage him! "what the fuck." "what do you mean? the sign needed a back. i added one. it's simple, really." "oh man. grian - grian, this guy's down so bad. it's so funny - i should tell cub. i should tell cub - can i tell cub? please? please can i tell cub?" "no, scar, you cannot tell cub - mumbo. mumbo, are you sure you don't fancy cub? i mean...you just spent two hours recreating his ass, for goodness sake!" mumbo hummed to himself, turning to survey the sign behind him and...oh, goodness, he'd given cub a bbl. did cub's ass really look like that? it had to - he'd studied it for hours, diligently, so he could get it just right...maybe he'd remembered it incorrectly? maybe he'd need to go back to the source to examine it just a bit further...
oh. oh.
yeah, okay. maybe he understood where grian was coming from. "hey guys - oh, hey, mumbo. did you...is that an ass?" "yes." "huh. nice. good job." "thanks, cub."
#this was simultaneously the worst and best thing that i've ever written in my life#hope you all enjoyed. the line âhuh. nice. good jobâ was originally âhuh. nice. wanna make out?â#cubfan135#mumbo jumbo#goodtimeswithscar#grian#hermitshipping#cumbo#scarian#suggestive#plant writes#plant answers
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