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alexia putellas x reader
no fuel quite like my procrastination to not do other things i need to do. this is porn without plot, iâm not ashamed of it. itâs also unedited and has been worked on after a day of clinicals so if there are spelling mistakes and grammar mistakes i apologise. i wrote this in like 3 hours lol. iâm also a mess at the moment and actually avoiding my whole life so this is my outlet. anyways i wrote smut! for the first time in forever ;) also for the sake of this letâs ignore timezones bcus i couldnât rewrite the start of this to make it work lol.
warnings: smut, 18+ viewer discretion advised
Youâre not with Alexia when the campaign drops. Youâre not even watching the game, youâve never been quite able to wrap your head around the nfl thing or get into like your girlfriend, the rules of rugby have been so ingrained in your mind from childhood that seeing men run around in massive pads just gives you an ick.
Youâre not even the person who sees it first, youâre sitting in a cafe trying to get some studying done because itâs impossible to do at home when your clingy girlfriend insists on sitting, holding, grabbing or clinging onto any part of your body when sheâs bored. Itâs like trying to keep a five year old entertained, and it always ends up with you sacrificing whatever coursework you have and being endlessly stressed when you fall behind. You simply leave studying for when Alexia is out of the house or when you have time to study elsewhere.
Youâre heavily engrossed in rewatching a lecture youâd missed the previous week due to training when your phone lights up. Itâs no exaggeration, your phone screen goes from being blank and dark to suddenly notification after notification pouring in. Different groupchats, instagram tags, text messages. Thereâs another ten minutes left on your study clock before youâre technically allowed to take a break but with every thing that pops up your only become more curious. Curious enough that you look down at your clock with complete disregard and reach for your phone. Itâs sitting next to your laptop, itâs supposed to be upside down to minimise distraction but when you were watching the lecture it stopped you from being able to check the time and you liked to watch as the time ticked by.
You click onto you groupchat first, a mixture of Barca girls, mostly the older ones. Most importantly Mapi, who has bombarded the groupchat in a matter of seconds, with image after image of your girlfriend.
You click onto them harmlessly, Alexia has a series of campaigns that youâre aware of that are coming out in the next few months. As youâre waiting for the images to load you try and remember if sheâd told you about any coming up, there was something for Cupra at the end of february and a big campaign for more than eleven in march, and a few smaller things amongst it but nothing you could think of that was due to release today, or in the next week.
When the first image loads, youâre eyes almost bug out. Your throat closes, the oxygen leaves your lungs and you feel almost dizzy. You have to blink multiple times to clarify that what youâre looking at is real, itâs not just a hallucination of some wet dream youâve had, itâs a real photo that exists in front of you. As you flick through them, you only feel more unwell, and a little bit wet⊠or a lot.
The first one is just Alexiaâs face, staring straight down the lense. The way sheâs been captured is almost animalistic, pink sports bra, big earrings, her hair in the wet look. Itâs her eyes though, pointed straight on, the eye fuck look, like sheâs staring into your soul the same way she does before sheâs about to rail you, except itâs all magically been captured in one photo. You want to look at it forever, youâre scared youâve actually lost the ability to use your extremities and all the oxygen has stopped circulating inside your body from the mix of shock and awe.
With as much power you have you flick to the next photo, and if you were already feeling unwell this feeling is close to death.
Alexia, looking over her shoulder, flexing.
All of her tattoos are on show, every single muscle is accentuated and you almost drool on your phone as you study all of the different parts of the picture. Alexiaâs skin is literally glowing, effervescently in a way you cannot even begin to describe. You know from thousands of hours of tracing the skin of your girlfriends back just how strong she is, yet with everything emphasised more in the photo you feel like no matter how many hours youâve spent staring this is adding a whole new perspective. Her arms, her facial expressions, the illusion of her hair sticking to her skin, the pink contrast against her skin.
You have to scroll, because if you donât you wonât be responsible for the actions you engage in whilst in a very public space.
The following few pictures are of other athletes, basketball players, gymnasts, runners, other football players. For the most part, americans, yet your girlfriend in all her glory is a part of it.
You get through quite a few photos before it comes to the video, you were already gobsmacked, but the video seals it for you.
Alexia looks flawless, absolutely ethereal in every way. It actually feels like you are living in one of your fantasies or dreams but no this is very much real life and you are actually dating the person on your screen.
Thereâs no chance youâre going to get any work done, you canât even get a coherent thought that doesnât involve Alexia. Alexiaâs abs, Alexiaâs back, Alexiaâs eyes, Alexiaâs face, Alexia. You pack up your books and laptop with one thought on your mind, seeing your girlfriend.
Mapiâs private messages to you are filthy, message after message of her reminding your of what is now out in the world and about how now even more people are going to be even more obsessed with her.
You drive home over the speed limit and slightly recklessly, itâs not a long drive from your favourite study spot to you and Alexiaâs shared house, but it feels like it drags on for forever. Your knuckles are white from your tight grip on the steering wheel and your unoccupied foot is bounding furiously against your floormat. You run a couple of close yellows, which are mostly red and have a complete disregard for giving way to anybody. You have an end goal, and that goal is to get home before you combust from all of the built up energy and tension in your body from the reruns of the pictures youâd seen.
Youâre not even sure if you put the car in park when you swing into the driveway, you practically sprint towards the door, leaving Alexiaâs prized cupra to fend for itself. Your hand is so sweaty you struggle with the door knob for a few seconds, your brain is frantic and you struggle and jiggle with it until it finally turns and there is nothing between you and finding exactly what youâre looking for.
Alexia isnât in the front room, not that she normally would be. You pace your way through the hallway, past your bedroom which seems unoccupied and into the living room.
Alexia.
Alexia is sitting, on your couch, trying to look as nonchalant as possible, though itâs hard to appreciate it with the shit eating grin on her face as she tries to make herself look comfortable and like sheâs actually lounging on your couch. Her body is tense, it gives away her whole bravado, you donât really care though.
âYouâre home early? You said you wouldnât be back till lunch time, no?â
There is no acknowledging of her comment, you take your jacket off and lay it on the edge of the couch before unceremoniously pouncing on your girlfriend.
âI cannot believe you.â
Alexia makes it easy enough for you to straddle her lap, opening up her legs and making plenty of room for you.
You stare into her eyes and all you can picture is the photo of her, the look on her face isnât dissimilar to the one captured, but itâs not quite the same.
âThe campaign? Did I not mention it?â
You roll your eyes before leaning down, alexia goes with ease, her mouth opening up for you as soon as your lips meet hers. Itâs all teeth and tongue, not quite a fight for dominance, just pure arousal.
âYouâre a brat, and really fucking sexy.â
Alexia smirks against your lips, and then she bites back, her tongue fighting against yours.
âSo you like it?â
You move your lips to Alexiaâs neck, licking a line down her neck and kissing up it before biting down, foregoing any kind of gentle.
âDo I like my girlfriend looking extremely fuckable on the internet? Juryâs still out on that one.â
Alexia chuckles, leaning her head back to give you full access to her neck.
âMm, muy fuckable.â
The laugh that leaves her mouth is enough fuel for you to nip her again, sucking a mark right above her collar bone, not directly visible but enough to make her sweat about keeping it hidden at training tomorrow.
âIâm going to need a private show in that outfit at some stage.â
You move back up to Alexiaâs mouth, this time the make out is less frantic, youâve gotten out some of your residual jitters.
âThat can always be arranged.â
You tug at the hem of Alexiaâs sleep shirt that she still hasnât gotten out of yet.
âBed first, fashion show after.â
In the swiftest motion possible Alexia is bringing herself up onto her feet, and lifting you with her. You wrap your legs around her torso, never breaking the makeout.
She makes it to your bedroom at a record speed, dumping you onto the mattress before climbing back on top of you, her shirt being thrown haphazardly into the air somewhere as she lowers herself down. Thereâs no bra to fight with and you reach for her breasts before her lips are back on you, grabbing and rolling at her nipples until she gets the message and has climbed fully onto the mattress on top of you.
Alexia stays on top of you, making out for a while, until she getâs bored with her hands and decides that you need to mirror her level of undressed. She flips you on top with so much ease that it doesnât even surprise you, the photos on the internet showed Alexiaâs muscles, but they didnât show just how strong your girlfriend truly was.
Alexia didnât mess around with your tank top and bra, tugging them off with the same kind of urgency that youâd been in to get back to the house earlier. As soon as the clothes are gone youâre flipped back onto the mattress, Alexia retaking her position. Her hands go straight to your tits, pinching and pulling in a way that makes your back nearly arch off the bed. Youâre already aroused from your session in the coffee shop, but this is only adding fuel to the fire.
It takes everything in you not to moan immediately, you clench your jaw and bite your lip as Alexia elicits all different kinds of sensations.
âSĂ© ruidoso bebita.â
As per usual, not much gets past Alexia, you try to relax just slightly, let yourself feel it all completely.
âHow wet are you going to be when I finally touch your pussy, hm? How wet did my photos get you? All hot and bothered in the coffee shop like a little slut.â
There is no point in shaking your head, you just smirk, youâre proud of it, youâre proud that you get to come home to this and everyone else just has to enjoy Alexia from a far.
âShow me, reach into your panties and show me how wet you are and maybe Iâll think about touching you.â
You hesitate for a second, but then Alexia pinches on of your nipples and rolls your other breast in her hand and your hand naturally moves downwards, your hips canting up as you do so.
Your fingertips are glistening and dripping as you bring them out of your shorts, Alexia doesnât hesitate to pull them straight into her mouth, sucking all of your arousal straight off.
âAlexia, please.â
Alexia licks her lips in a way that makes you so certain that sheâs desperate for more, sheâs just as turned on about this as you are.
âPants off.â
As soon as the words leave her mouth your reaching for them hem of your pants and kicking them off, your panties go with them.
Alexia doesnât wait, she moves her body downwards until her mouth is hovering right above you.
She looks up at you, hesitates for a second, itâs the exact same face as the photo, beautifully feral.
She doesnât hold back whatsoever, her mouth goes straight to your clit and youâre already aroused, already dripping everywhere but you reach another level. Your moans are breathy and free falling.
âFuck baby, feels so good.â
Youâre a stuttering mess and far too aroused to try and pretend like you arenât already close.
Alexia keeps a steady pace, licking and sucking at your clit and occasionally living long strips up from your pussy. It feels so good, earth shattering good.
âAle, close.â
You expect her to pull back a little bit, normally she likes to prolong your pleasure just a little bit, the wait is worth the reward. But it seems like the both of you are too aroused to ignore the urgency of the situation. Alexia doubles down, her arms pushing your thighs further apart and reaching up behind you to grab at your ass whilst she enjoys having more access.
When you realise she isnât going to let up you unclench your hands from the sheets and push them into Alexiaâs hair, grabbing at the root and pushing her exactly where you want, grinding down against her chin.
It doesnât take long at all, alread close as it was. Then Alexia grazes her teeth over your clit and doubles down and you see stars. Your body goes with you, shaking and tensing before relaxing as your enjoy the aftershocks. Alexia takes the opportunity, pushing two fingers into you and setting a brutal pace.
âAlexia, need a second.â
Alexia doesnât stop, if anything she only goes harder, her fingers searching for your g-spot and finding it with ease. The overstimulation makes your stomach tight and yoru clit ache, in the best way.
âUna mas.â
You shake your head, even though itâs blatantly clear youâre going to give her another one, there isnât really a world where you wouldnât, not when Alexia makes it so easy to feel so good.
âYou can give me one more bebita.â
Alexiaâs palm grinds against your clit gloriously, itâs a bit too much for a few seconds but it fades as the pleasure overtakes.
Alexiaâs favourite activity is amking you fall apart, watching you experience a kind of pleasure that is unmatchable, all at her own hands. Alexia adds a third finger, knowing that itâll give you what you need.
Itâs more than enough for what you need to reach a release. This time the initial orgasm lasts longer, you tense for a few seconds before you go boneless on the mattress. You melt into the sheets, your head lulling against the pillow as you breathe your way through.
Once youâve stopped clenching against Alexia she pulls her fingers out, licking up every part of your orgasm, not leaving a single drop behind.
She crawls her way up to you, lying down on her side next to you, looking at the blissed out expression on your face.
Your eyes open lazily, a big smile on your face.
âYouâre unreal, literally, how did I get this lucky?â
Alexia leans in, it would be rude to not kiss your lips at every possible chance, especially when your smiling at her like that.
âThe real question is how I got this lucky.â
It the same kind of phrase that would elicit vomiting noises from your teammates in the locker room, and yet you love it all the same.
The kiss is soft, everything you need in the moment. It gives you enough confidence to reach your hands down inbetween the two of you, pressing down against Alexiaâs front with one intention.
Alexia gasps into your mouth, and itâs enough guidance for you.
You walk your fingers up to the waistband of her pyjama shorts that she still hasnât changed out of at nearly midday. You trail them down on the inside, unsurprised at her lack of underwear.
Alexiaâs wet, the cotton of her shorts sticking to the insides of her thighs.
You part her folds, enjoying the way she moans and gasps into your mouth as you map your way through a different part of her body.
When your fingers find her clit, itâs easy to tell just how turned on she is.
You set a pace of fast tight circles, youâre well educated on Alexiaâs body and when sheâs this worked up this is the best way to get her to an orgasm.
You know sheâs getting closer when her kisses get sloppier and desperate, her lips hang onto yours like theyâre becoming an extension of her, like sheâs scared that if you separate itâll take part of her with her.
She shakes and grinds into you, searching for that last bit of stimulation she needs. When she infds it she groans into your mouth, her hips jerking one final time before they go weak, her body goes still for a few seconds. You slow down but donât come to a full stop, pulling every last bit of her orgasm out for her until sheâs tugging your hand out of her shorts.
Alexia presses some soft kisses to your lips before pulling you into her with one arm.
âIf thatâs what I get every time I take some nice pictures, maybe I should do it a bit more. See if I can get a job with Victoriaâs secret or a swimsuit company.â
Alexia doesnât need to see the look on your face to know exactly how all of your features would clenhc up and your eyes would roll.
âIf you do that there will be a whole lot less sex for you and a whole lot more sessions with my vibrator for me. Youâre cute, but Iâd like to keep some of it for me.â
Alexia snorts, before tugging you in tighter.
âThe fans would like it so much though, maybe I should just post some of the photos from the beach over the summer in Ibiza, the topless ones were cute.â
You elbow Alexia straight in the gut.
âHow about you model the nike outfits for me first, and then we can decide how far you can take your new found modelling career.â
Youâre still in slight disbelief that Alexia managed to keep something this big from you. She was obviously always having ongoing things going with nike, but something this big, and this special was hard to keep underwraps.
âI looked that good, huh?â
You roll even further into Alexia, pressing your whole body into hers.
âMuy bueno. New additions to the wank bank right there.â
You snort when you look over your shoulder and see the confusion on Alexiaâs face, her english is good, but her english slang lacks in certain departments.
âWank bank?â
You snort again, the innocence behind her voice makes it so much better.
âJust my folder for when Iâm very alone on camp, and need some extra assistance.â
Alexiaâs brain clicks, she laughs, and then the meaning must click in because she blushes beet red.
You stand up, already searching for your forgotten articles of clothing.
âWait a minute, wank bank? What else is in this folder?â
Youâre already tugging your pants on and trying to find your tank top which had apparently vanished into thin air.
âHopefully whatever new photos I can find in the album of spares that was left over from this shoot.â
Before you can hear what else Alexia says youâre racing off in search of her laptop.
âWait, I need to see this folder. Bebita, I need my own folder. WHAT IS IN THIS FOLDER.â
âââââ-
anyways have a wonderful day/night! i love you! somebody out there loves you! you are blessed to have this day and every other one to come <3
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ËËË Chapter 04;
â Your Sweet Love
Synosis: In a marriage born out of convenience and plagued by bitterness, You and Sunghoon find yourselves trapped in a cycle of cold indifference and unspoken resentment. Your quiet strength and tender care begin to reach the heart Sunghoon has so carefully guarded. Slowly, walls built from years of hurt and mistrust start to crumble, revealing a shared loneliness neither had acknowledged. With every tentative step toward connection, your hearts yearn for a closeness youâve long denied yourself selves, leaving both to wonder if you can build something real from the ashes of your forced bond.
Navigation: Intro - 01 - 02 - 03 - 04 - 05 Pairing: fem!reader X husband!Park Sunghoon Genre: Arranged Marriage trope; Slow Burn; Angst; Fluff; Smut (kinda) Warnings: cursing, mention of pills (some are drugs); abuse; mentions of blood; sexual content; injuries; heavy themes; juicy tension ;) Music: Listen to 'nevertheless ost' and 'the trunk ost'!! Disclaimer: This story is fiction, and it does not reflect real life in any way. This story is heavily inspired by the kdrama 'The Trunk' on Netflix but with a special twist! Words: 6k - New Chapter Every Saturday!!
A/n: I procrastinated on writing this chapter so badly and I don't know why :( The story is coming to an end and I'm so sad :/ Its been great to write this for you guys, I hope you like this new chapter. Because it is kind of a calm chapter, its not as long as the last one, but I worked very hard on it anyway! Also, I want to warn you: this chapter talks about death. Thank you for all the love and support. It means everything to me <3
After standing in front of your bedroom door for what feels like an eternity, Sunghoon still can't seem to find the courage to knock. His hand hovers in the air, frozen in hesitation. His thoughts are clouded with regret, and he experiences a sense of weight as if he is being pulled down by gravity. Knowing heâs too frail to make a move tonight, he sighs and turns away, deciding to retreat to his room. He can try again tomorrow morning.
Inside his large bedroom, the scent of clean laundry greets him, and as he approaches his bed, he notices youâve changed the sheets. The soothing fragrance makes his chest ache, your presence lingering in the room despite the distance between you. His own words replay in his head like a cruel, endless movie. Sunghoon closes his eyes and shakes his head, trying to push you out of his mind.
The air in the room is ice-cold, the forgotten open window letting in the freezing night breeze. His skin prickles as he crosses the room to shut it, hating how the icy air mirrors the chill between you two. He moves around, searching for his sleeping clothes. An old black T-shirt and loose pants that hang low on his waist.
Cursing under his breath, he slips under the covers, only to be met with cold once again. Sunghoon's body shivers as he adjusts beneath the heavy blankets, but they do nothing to bring him comfort. He exhales a deep, tired sigh, his head sinking into the pillow. More than anything, he just wants this crappy night to end.
But hours pass, and it feels like absolute hell. A cold, lonely hell that heâs trapped in. For four agonizing hours, Sunghoon tosses and turns, his body as restless as his mind. His thoughts refuse to quiet down, and every time he closes his eyes, the image of you crying resurfaces, keeping him wide awake. Frustrated, he lies flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, his heartbeat pounding fast against his rib cage.
Without thinking, he throws off the blankets and gets up. His feet carry him to the hallway before his mind can catch up. Your door seems miles away, and with each step, his legs grow weaker.
Once again, he finds himself standing in front of your room, anxiety clouding his head. What if she's asleep? He wonders. Itâs four in the morning. His hand hesitates in mid-air, lingering over the door as he debates whether to knock or walk away.
What if she hates me and wants to leave me? His anxiety screams inside his head. Sunghoon closes his eyes and swallows hard, his hands trembling as he slowly reaches for the wooden door. But to his surprise, it opens slightly before he can touch it, leaving him confused. From the small gap youâve created, you stare at your husband with tired eyes.
âI didnât evenââ Sunghoon starts, but you just offer him a small smile. Shaking your head, you glance at him again before responding. His beautiful brown eyes are red, with dark circles beneath them, a clear sign that heâs been just as restless as you.
âI heard your footsteps,â you finally say, easing some uncertainty swirling in Sunghoonâs mind.
âCan I come inside? I want to talk,â he mutters, his shy gaze flickering away from your face.
âSure,â you reply simply, not wanting to seem too eager to see him.
Sunghoon stands awkwardly in the center of your room, facing your bed. Itâs the first time heâs been inside, and it looks exactly how he imagined. Decorated in warm, earthy browns and soft greens, with dim yellow lights glowing in the corners and small plants perched on the windowsill. The familiar scent of your perfume lingers in the air, wrapping around him like a comforting embrace. He exhales slowly, feeling himself relax just a little.
His curious eyes never leave your silhouette as you quietly close the door and crawl back into the messy sea of blankets on your bed. He notices youâre wearing the same thing as the other day when he brought you tea. A plain, oversized deep blue T-shirt with no shorts. Sunghoon quickly shifts his gaze elsewhere before his body reacts to the sight of your exposed skin.
âAre you going to say something? Or just stand there in silence?â you tease, your eyes burning holes into him.
âI want to say Iâm sorry. I never meant to say those things to you,â Sunghoon finally confesses, his voice quiet, his gaze still avoiding yours. âI was stressed and overwhelmed from work⊠I didnât mean anything I said.â
As the last words leave his lips, Sunghoonâs warm brown eyes finally meet yours. The sight makes his chest ache; your eyes are still red and your face slightly swollen.
âSunghoon, you canât just say whatever you want and then blame it on stress. Those words⊠they⊠hurt me⊠more than I can even admit.â Your voice is low and unsteady, a knot forming in your throat as the words leave your mouth.
âI know, I know.â Sunghoon insists, stepping closer to your bed. âYouâre absolutely right, and thatâs why I couldnât sleep until I came here to apologize. Iâm sorry, Y/N. It wonât happen again.â
You hold his gaze until he finishes speaking, searching for any sign of insincerity. But the way his eyes soften reassures you that he means every word. Under his intense stare, you feel breathless, the air slipping away as his piercing eyes stay locked on yours. The tension in the room shifts in an instant, like a single spark igniting a space filled with gasoline. Frustrated, you throw yourself onto the bed, your back pressing into the mattress, legs slightly parted. You want to scold him for being so cruel, but your thoughts are a disorganized mess.
Sunghoon observes you in silence, his frustration growing. Your lack of response does nothing to ease the guilt twisting in his chest. He notices the way you cover your eyes with your arm, hiding from him. A sudden inappropriate thought crosses his mind, and a smirk tugs at his lips. Meticulously, he crawls onto the bed, positioning himself between your legs, his knee nudging them apart just enough to fit.
Your head snaps up instantly, and when you move your arm away, youâre met with Sunghoon. He is so close, you can feel his warm breath ghosting over your lips. Your cheeks flush under his intense stare, his dark eyes absorbing every inch of your face.
Still annoyed by your silence, he finally speaks.
âDo you forgive me, Y/N?â His voice is deeper, dripping with something that makes your stomach twist.
You want to resist, want to say something sharp, but instead, you just nod, too flustered to form a single word.
Suddenly, Sunghoonâs right hand gently pushes your right knee up, his warm fingers gliding over your calf in a slow, deliberate motion. A breath catches in your throat, your skin erupting in goosebumps at his touch. Then he leans in, his lips hovering near your ear as he whispers,
âI donât like this silence youâre giving me. Use your words, princess. Tell me you forgive me for my stupid actions.â
You donât know if itâs the unexpected nickname, the husky rasp of his voice, or the way his fingers continue their teasing path, trailing higher, leaving a burning sensation in their wake. Your eyes flutter shut as a soft, unintentional moan escapes your lips, your body betraying you under his touch.
And it feels exactly how you imagined itâconfident yet gentle, just like Sunghoon.
âSunghoonâŠâ You manage, your throat dry as your eyes lock with his once again. âI forgive youâŠâ you breathe out, still trying to steady yourself.
Sunghoonâs smirk deepens as he takes in your flustered state, his dark eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
âSee? Was that so hard?â he whispers against your lips, and you swear they brushed against yours for the briefest second. Just as quickly as he settled on top of you, Sunghoon shifted, falling onto the bed beside you.
You turn onto your side to face him, and the smug smile on his lips says it all. He enjoyed teasing you and relished seeing you so helpless beneath him. Your gaze wanders over his face, taking in how effortlessly handsome he looks dressed casually, his black hair slightly tousled, and a playful smirk curving his lips. Half of his face is hidden behind his dark strands, making him look even more alluring.
Your eyes wander lower, and your breath catches at the sight of his bare neck and collarbones, the loose t-shirt draping off his shoulders. His pale skin is smooth, scattered with small beauty marks that you never noticed before. Heat rises to your cheeks as your curiosity gets the best of you, and your gaze dips even lower. The way heâs lying down causes his shirt to ride up, revealing a sliver of his toned waist. Your hungry eyes trace the lines of his abs down to his v-line, which is teasingly visible beneath the low-hanging waistband of his pants.
This is the first time youâve ever seen your husband in such casual, revealing clothes, and itâs affecting you more than you expected. But before your gaze can travel any further, Sunghoonâs hand gently cups your chin, tilting your head up, so your eyes meet his again.
âMy eyes are up here,â he teases, amusement flickering across his face.
You roll your eyes, feeling your cheeks burn even hotter. âShut up,â you mutter, hating how easily he has you wrapped around his finger.
âIâm feeling so sleepy now,â Sunghoon sighs, ignoring your flustered state. Then he yawns, letting his body sink deeper into the mattress.
âSince you were good to me and apologized,â you say, trying to sound nonchalant as a tiny spark of confidence grows inside you. âYou can sleep here with me tonight.â
Sunghoon lifts his head off the pillow, giving you a surprised look, as if not fully believing your words. Without another comment, you snuggle back under the covers and switch off the light on your nightstand. In the darkness, you turn your back to him, pressing your burning face into your pillow. The ghost of his earlier touch still lingers on your skin, making it impossible to calm your racing heart.
A moment later, you hear him shifting beneath the covers. Then, slowly, Sunghoon inches closer, his warmth seeping into your back as his arm snakes around your waist. He pulls you firmly against him, and you feel everythingâhis solid chest, the steady rise and fall of his breath, the way his legs press against yours. His head dips close to your ear, his hand sliding up, resting just below your chest.
âThank you, princess. Good night,â he murmurs, his breath hot against your earlobe.
With a tight grip on your waist, you hear his breathing begin to slow. Your eyelids grow heavy too, and without resistance, you drift off in his arms. Outside, the full moon shines brightly in the vast, star-filled sky, casting its bluish light into your bedroom, illuminating your tangled bodies.
The night slips away quickly, and soon, the sun begins to rise, bringing warmth and light into the world. Inside your bedroom, you and your husband remain entwined, both of you breathing slow and steady.
Sunghoon scrunches his face in irritation as the bright morning rays reflect off his closed eyelids, forcing him to wake. He yawns, then carefully pulls his arm from under your head, needing to stretch his stiff body. Beside him, you sleep peacefully. Your hair is a mess, and soft snores are escaping your lips, but even like this, Sunghoon thinks you're the cutest woman alive.
Resisting the urge to reach out and brush his fingers against your serene face, he rubs his eyes and sits up, resting his back against the wooden headboard. The quiet atmosphere is comforting, and for a brief moment, he wishes it could always be like thisâcalm, steady, safe. Heâs not sure if he can handle any more chaos.
His sleepy eyes wander around your bedroom, finally able to take it in fully in the daylight. As he scans the space, something catches his attention. A small frame on your nightstand, nestled beside the poetry book you always carry around. He leans forward to get a better view, but he is surprised that the picture inside is of a man.
He doesnât seem much older than twenty, his blonde hair falling messily over his face as he makes a peace sign for the camera.
Sunghoon hesitates for a second before slowly leaning over your sleeping body, reaching for the frame. Just as his fingers curl around it, your body shifts, and suddenly, your face is too close to his.
âWhat are you doing?â you murmur sleepily, your eyes still closed.
Sunghoon grips the picture tightly before sitting back up, waiting for you to fully wake. He expects you to scold himâmaybe even get mad for touching your things without permission, but instead, you simply roll onto your side, meeting his gaze with a soft, sad smile.
âWho is he?â Sunghoon asks cautiously, noticing the way your expression shifts despite the small grin on your lips.
âNishimura Riki,â you say slowly, a lump forming in your throat. âHe was my ex-husband.â The words feel heavy, and no matter how much time has passed, the pain still lingers.
Sunghoon watches you closely, sensing the weight behind your words. âDo you want to talk about it?â he asks, his gaze unwavering, his tone gentle, trying to offer the same patience you always show him.
âYeah, but maybe not now.â
The moment the words leave your lips, he nods silently and hands you the frame. He observes as your eyes flicker over the image, small tears forming as you stare.
Slowly, you set the frame back in its place, taking a deep breath as if trying to compose yourself. Sunghoon remains silent, but inside, confusion stirs. Youâve never mentioned being married before, not once. Youâve never even spoken another manâs name in front of him. And yet, the way you look at the picture sends a cold shiver down his spine.
Something about the entire situation feels⊠discomfiting.
âWhat should we do today?â Your voice breaks the comfortable silence. Slowly, you shift under the covers, resting your head on Sunghoonâs thighs and looking up at him.
âDo you want to go on a date with me?â he asks confidently, though his heart pounds in his chest. His hand drifts to your head, gently patting your hair.
You smile at him. âOf course I do, Sunghoon,â you reply, avoiding his gaze as a wave of shyness washes over you. The excitement bubbling inside makes you feel like a twelve-year-old girl falling in love for the first time.
âIâll plan everythingâyou donât have to worry about a thing!â he exclaims, his voice laced with excitement as he watches you fondly, his fingers threading deeper into your hair.
A peaceful silence settles between you, filled with the warmth of the blankets, the soft morning sunlight filtering through the curtains, and the soothing sensation of Sunghoonâs delicate fingers massaging your scalp. You stare at his face, admiring his cute moles and messy bed hair. Your tongue wets your lips as your gaze shifts to his plump lips, so inviting. It makes your stomach twist with the need to feel them against yours.
Sunghoon seems to sense the shift in your eyes because his fingers, that were in your hair, started to trail down to rest behind your neck. Slowly, he leans in, your sweet scent enveloping him as he lowers himself to reach your lips.
And once again, he stops just millimeters away, his warm breath ghosting over your eager lips. âWe can't. Not yet,â Sunghoon whispers, turning his head at the last second. Instead, he presses a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. You close your eyes at the tender touch and pout as he pulls away.
âI know itâs frustrating, but Iâm waiting for the right moment,â Sunghoon explains, his fingertips gently tracing your warm cheeks.
Then, he carefully guides you to sit up on the mattress before leaving the bed, and you watch him in confusion. Just when you thought Sunghoon couldnât get any more handsome, he proves you wrong. He stands before you with a soft blush dusting his cheeks, neck, and ears.
âWear something niceâweâre leaving in two hours,â he tells you with a bright smile, standing in the doorway with his hand on the doorknob.
You nod, biting your lip as your heart skips a beat under his gaze. His sharp fangs peek out as he grins at you one last time before disappearing through the door.
The atmosphere in your room will never be the same. His presence now engraved in your sheets.
âCan we go somewhere else before doing what you planned?â you interrupt the silence as the car comes to a stop at a red light. Turning to face Sunghoon, you watch as he furrows his brows before responding.
âSure. Where do you need to go?â he asks, his eyes carefully flicking to the right mirror outside the car.
âThe cemetery.â
This time, the silence that settles between you isn't comfortable or light. Itâs suffocating. It eats away at your ability to breathe, making your chest ache. Sunghoon doesnât ask any questions, and youâre grateful. You need all the courage you can muster to finally tell him about your ex-husband. Your unhappy gaze remains fixed on the window, the sight of the familiar place making you take a deep breath.
The sun blazes against your back as you and Sunghoon walk through the cemetery, the atmosphere heavy and uneasy. He follows a step behind, letting you lead the way. When your high heels click against the cement path, he realizes youâve reached your destination.
You stop in front of a wall lined with unfamiliar names. Slowly, your delicate hands leave your pockets, reaching for a particular spot. Your fingertips softly graze over a familiar face, and as your teary eyes meet his, Sunghoon finally understands what was going on.
âHe was such a sweet boy,â you begin, a melancholic smile forming on your lips as small tears start to fall. Sunghoon immediately steps forward, standing by your side. His hand finds yours, and he interlocks your fingers, silently giving you the strength to continue.
âNi-ki and I grew up together; he was always there for me.â You pause, turning back to Ni-kiâs picture on his grave.
âWhat happened?â Sunghoon asks carefully, his thumb tracing gentle circles on the back of your hand.
âWe were planning our wedding when we found out he had late-stage brain cancer,â you say, your voice trembling. âI was devastated. I cried every single day. But⊠he stayed positive, always smiling, even when his hair started falling out from chemotherapy. We knew he had only a few months left, so I put on my wedding dress and married him in the hospital. I wanted to be his wife before heâŠâ Your voice cracks as fresh tears spill down your cheeks.
Sunghoon holds your shaking hands with unwavering care, his warmth grounding you.
âHe died two days after we got married,â you whisper. âI was holding his hand. The last thing he said to me was, âI will always love you.ââ Your breath hitches. âHe was only twenty, and I was twenty-two. We were young, I know, but I couldnât let him go without marrying himââ
A loud sob cuts off your words, your body trembling as grief crashes over you once again.
âItâs okayâŠâ Sunghoon murmurs, pulling you into his embrace. His strong arms wrap around your waist, holding you as you cry into his chest. âIâm so sorry, princess,â he whispers, his voice tight with emotion. You donât notice the warm tears slipping down his own face, his heart aching at the sight of you in pain.
âNi-ki was my everything. He was my only reason to live,â you admit brokenly. âMy mom hated me; my dad was gone⊠I only had him. After he passed, I fell into a deep depression. I barely ate for months, and no one cared. Then, one day, I received a bill. A heavy debt that Ni-kiâs relatives refused to pay. He grew up in foster care, so no one cared about him. No one but me. Instead of telling me, he tried to cover the medical costs himself with what little he made from teaching dance classes. But it wasnât enough. Thatâs why I agreed to marry you,â you finally confess, your voice barely above a whisper. âYour father said heâd pay off the debt if I accepted.â
Sunghoon tightens his hold on your hands, his gaze never leaving yours.
âI promised myself I wouldnât love again.â Your voice trembles as you press your fingers together, nervous. âBut then⊠you showed up.â You lower your gaze to your hands, too scared to look at him. âAt first, I hated you. Then I started to accept you. Then I understood you. And nowâŠNow Iâm afraid of what I feel for you.â
Sunghoon gently tilts your chin up, forcing your eyes to meet his. His gaze is so warm, so deep, that for a moment, the whole world disappears, leaving just the two of you.
âIâm not afraid of what I feel for you,â he whispers. His thumb caresses your tear-streaked cheeks with infinite tenderness. âI never knew you were all I needed⊠but now that I have you, I wonât let you go.â
A smile grows on both of your faces as he speaks, love dripping from his words. You rest your head against his chest as you hug him, craving the comfort of his embrace and his familiar scent. Sunghoon hugs you back, pressing a kiss to your hair before resting his chin on top of your head.
You remain entangled in each other for a few moments, your gaze fixed on your ex-loverâs grave. You wish Ni-ki could understand how much you loved him and Sunghoon. The two men are so different, yet so alike. You hope he isnât upset that youâve made space in your heart for someone else, despite him never truly leaving.
The sun remains high in the sky, its warmth easing the ache in your chest. When you look up at Sunghoon, you find that heâs already watching you, making you smile.
âWe can go now,â you assure him, taking a deep breath.
Sunghoon intertwines his fingers with yours as you walk back to his car. âThank you for telling me this. I know it wasnât easy.â His voice is laced with genuine affection, his smile soft.
âI felt like it was time.â
âWas Ni-ki as patient as you?â Sunghoon asks, encouraging you to talk about your ex-lover so that remembering him wonât hurt as much.
âHe was way more patient than me.â You smile. âI learned patience from him. Mostly because he loved to get on my nerves. At first, I hated how childish he could be because I was never allowed to be. But he showed me kindness, loveâŠâ Your voice trails off as memories of his playful nature resurface. His loud laughter echoed through the small apartment you once shared, his grin mischievous as he ran from you, clutching your favorite chocolate half-eaten in his hands.
Sunghoon catches your smile in the rearview mirror as he drives to your dateâs destination. The conversation remains on the same topic throughout the ride, with him asking questions about Ni-ki and enjoying the way you recount your memoriesâyour voice filled with both excitement and tenderness.
Sunghoon could have never imagined you had gone through all of this. You always seem so calm and collected, as if you always know exactly what to do and say.
âWoah, what is this place?â you ask sarcastically, laughing as you spot the bold red letters of the sign above the building. âThe movie theater?â
âItâs clichĂ©, I know,â Sunghoon admits while carefully parking his car, his gaze flicking back to the rearview mirror. âBut itâs perfect for a date. Plus, I havenât been here in so long, and thereâs this horror movie I really wanted to watch with you!â He explains as he turns off the engine, finally looking at you.
You adjust your black dress and nod, charmed by his adorable way of thinking. âShall we?â
Sunghoon quickly gets out of the car and rushes to your side, opening the door for you. A giggle escapes your lips at the gentlemanly gesture, your heart skipping a beat. After closing the car door, he walks beside you, an arm wrapped around your waist and a smile engraved on his lips.
The theater is bustling with people and loud chatter. The queue seems endless, but after a few minutes, you finally get your tickets.
The movie room is packed, with not a single empty seat in sight. You steal a quick glance at Sunghoon, only to realize heâs already looking at you. He hands you the popcorn, and as you grab a handful, a few pieces spill onto the floor. He gives you a stern look, and you suppress a smile.
The movie turns out to be scarier than you expected. With every bloody scene on the screen, you squeeze your eyes shut and instinctively lean closer to Sunghoon. He notices your discomfort in the dimly lit space and reaches for your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. You hold onto him tightly whenever something terrifying happens, making him smile at your cute reactions.
âThat was⊠something else,â you murmur as you toss the empty popcorn container into the trash while walking out of the theater.
Sunghoon chuckles. âI thought you liked horror movies.â
âI like horror, not gore. And that was all gore!â you pout, earning a laugh from him.
Suddenly, he stops mid-step and turns to face you. His hands reach for your cheeks, gently pulling at them, making you squirm under his touch. âYouâre so cute,â he teases, his eyes locked onto yours.
You bite your bottom lip, trying to suppress a smile. âObviously,â you reply, pulling his hands away from your slightly sore cheeks.
âAre you hungry?â Sunghoon asks as you resume walking.
âIâm always hungry,â you respond teasingly, shaking your head dramatically.
He laughs again. âLetâs get dinner then.â
He opens the car door for you, giving you space to slide inside. Once youâre seated, you glance up at him with a nod, and he circles the car before driving to the restaurant.
Your mouth falls open in awe as you step inside. The restaurant is decorated in black and red, with tall windows and dim lighting that gives the place an intimate, sensual atmosphere. Sunghoon smiles at your reaction, admiring the way you take in the space.
He stands beside you, his hand resting on your lower back as he guides you to a table tucked away from the main dining area, the spot he always chooses, right by the window.
As Sunghoon pulls out the chair for you to sit in, he finally takes a moment to admire you. To his surprise, your dark, smoky eye-look remains perfectly intact despite the earlier tears, and your lips are still stained red from the new lip tint you bought. The black silk dress you wear drapes elegantly over your figure, hugging you in all the right places. A delicate pearl necklace rests against your collarbone, making your skin look even more alluring than usual.
The menu is already on the table, so you take the initiative and browse through it, still unsure of what to eat. Your gaze drifts to the prices, and your eyes widen in shook. If you had never married him, dining here wouldnât even be an option.
âShall we order steak?â Sunghoon asks, breaking the silence. You quickly glance at him, your eyes shining with excitement.
âYes!â you respond with a smile. âAnd to drink⊠rosĂ© wine?â You pout slightly, knowing your husband prefers red.
âOf course, princess. Whatever you wantâtoday is all about you.â He flirts, flashing you a seductive smirk, his dimples on full display.
A sweet waitress takes your order, but your attention remains fixed on your husband. Sunghoon looks exceptionally handsome tonight, with his black hair neatly styled back, and a pair of thin glasses resting on his nose. He wears a simple white button-up shirt paired with a black blazer, but the confidence in his demeanor makes even the simplest outfit look effortlessly refined.
âYouâre staringâŠâ Sunghoon murmurs, trying to suppress a smile. His ears grow warm under your passionate gaze. Those beautiful doe eyes of yours will be his downfall.
âSorry, you just look so handsome tonight, husband.â You compliment him with a grin.
âThank you, wife. You look absolutely stunning, too,â Sunghoon flirts back, another smirk threatening to break across his lips.
The dinner passes slowly, filled with lingering glances and playful jokes. You feel calm and safe as Sunghoon shares funny stories about his old friends, his charming smile captivating you more and more. He remains attentive throughout the evening, always checking to ensure your glass is never empty and helping you cut your steak when the pieces prove difficult. His caring nature is one of your favorite things about himâbecause youâve spent your whole life being the one to take care of others, when he takes care of you, it touches an area deeper in your heart.
Now, you walk side by side along the vast road by the Han River, enjoying the occasional cool breeze brushing against your skin. The moon has begun to rise, its glow casting a silver shimmer over the moving water. You pause to admire it, drawn to the soothing sound of the waves.
âThe moon looks so beautiful tonight,â you remark, stealing a quick glance at Sunghoon. He stands behind you, his eyes glued to your figure. The gentle wind causes your dress to ripple, accentuating your curves.
âItâs beautiful,â he agrees, stepping forward and wrapping his arms around your waist. âBut not as beautiful as you.â
âYouâve been so flirty.â You tilt your head slightly to look at him.
âYou donât like it?â He raises an eyebrow teasingly.
âI do⊠Itâs justâŠâ You pause, locking eyes with him. âI have to get used to it, thatâs all.â A soft smile curves your lips as you turn fully to face your husband.
Sunghoon realizes this moment is perfect. Youâre smiling, your cheeks slightly flushed from the wine, looking like an absolute goddess under the moonlight. He slowly slides an arm around your waist again, pulling you closer, his heartbeat hammering in his chest as he leans in.
Your hands grow slightly clammy as you grasp his wrist, your lips parting in anticipationâhoping, waiting for him to claim you as his. And then he finally does.
The moment his warm lips meet yours, the air leaves your lungs. Butterflies erupt in your stomach, and a smile blossoms on your lips. Sunghoon feels it against his own as he kisses you, and it makes his head spin.
Uncertain if he should go further, he starts to pull away, but your hands fly up to his face, pulling him back toward you, craving more. He gets the message, and heâs more than happy to oblige. His lips move against yours with slow, deliberate care, savoring your taste.
Your tongue brushes against his bottom lip, silently asking for entrance, and he grants itâjust this once. You take the lead, eagerly deepening the kiss, your tongue tangling with his in a slow, intoxicating rhythm.
When Sunghoon finally runs out of air, he pulls away, breathless but utterly satisfied. You rest your forehead against his, relishing the feeling of his breath fanning over your damp lips.
If you had any doubts before, now theyâve completely disappeared.
You love him.
Jiwon stares blankly at the white wall of her bedroom. The lights are dim, the room is warm, and she sits on the edge of the bed while a handsome man sits beside her. His fingers trace invisible shapes on her exposed waist as his lips occupy themselves with her neck, biting and sucking the soft skin.
Itâs like she can see them right in front of her when she closes her eyes, the memories making her skin crawl. She had thought Sunghoon was distant because the company was taking up all his time, but she was wrong. And that is what pisses her off the most.
The man beside her presses down on her shoulders, causing her to lie flat on the mattressâbut she isnât there. Sheâs long gone, lost in the sight of you. She wanted to laugh when she caught you and Sunghoon at the restaurant she used to love. How dare he bring you to her favorite place?
At first, Jiwon thought she was imagining things, but Sunghoonâs face was impossible to mistake. She watched you both the entire timeâhow you laughed at his jokes, how his eyes lingered on your face, how at ease he seemed with you. She envies it badly. But deep down, she knows it was her fault for crushing his confidence.
As she closes her eyes to relive the moment, the man is now on top of her, unbuttoning her corset and completely unaware of how distant she is. Not that she minds. She chose him to make her forget about this stupid night. After watching you two have dinner, Jiwon followed you to the Han River. She needed to see just how close you two really were.
She had expected some light skinship, but when she saw Sunghoon lean in and kiss you, she lost control. Hot, salty tears streamed down her cheeks as she turned away, heading back to her car. She wasnât sad, she was furious. How could Sunghoon move on so quickly? How could he kiss you like that for everyone to see?
Jiwon was shaking by the time she reached her car, and once inside, she screamed until her throat burned. Her hands trembled as she pounded against the steering wheel, feeling betrayed, humiliated, and replaced.
Now, back in the present, she lets out a soft moan as the strangerâs fingers trail up the inside of her bare thighs.
A perfect plan begins to take shape in her mind as his hand ventures higher, grazing over her underwear. The plan will be flawless. She just has to enjoy her night first.
As the man slowly and teasingly pulls her panties down, she allows herself to relaxâwhile a malicious scheme lingers at the edge of her thoughts.
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So Tim starts stalking Batman and Robin and photographing them when he's like nine. Imagine little Timmy, looking at those pictures, amazed by his two favourite superhero, thinking that if anyone took pictures like this of his family, he''d love to have them because there's like one family picture and it's scary. So he decides to send them to the Wayne Manor, since the bats deserve to know how good they look and how awesome they are, and because it's always nice to have printed memories over the years. And maybe he also does it because he craves being aknowledge, and even if they don't know it's him, he'd like for the bats to appreciate his talent.
So little very smart Timmy, makes copy of the pictures and put them in an enveloppe, carefully not leaving any finger prints or proves (because if they find out it's him they'll tell his parents and he can't have anyone take this away), waits for the factor to pass by Drake Manor, silently drops the enveloppe in the man's bag while he's distracted, and watches the man go away toward Wayne Manor where the eneveloppe will be sent. There's nothing on the enveloppe except for Wayne Manor and nothing inside except for the pictures.
Naturally this break havoc in the batfamily because there's someone following them close enough to get those shots and knows their adress so their identity ?!? They wait for the other shoe to drop, for blackmail, ransom, but nothing come excepts for amazing clear shots every sunday that clearly shows admiration and worship. They look for this stalker during patrol, but since they can't catch him and nothing happens, Bruce put it at the back of his mind.
As the years go on, the pictures keep coming, always updated to the latest addition of the vigilantes family, although less often, maybe every two weeks/once per month. There're less pictures in the enveloppes after Tim joins, nothing too noticable, since Tim is not around as much (between patrol, college/WE, Teen Titan, not living at the manor...). He probably stops taking pictures around the time Damian arrives and the time stream happens, and since the enveloppe have been coming less and less, no one really notices.
A few years later, Duke moves in and decides to discover the manor. He ends up finding a box with the pictures and asks the others. Damian is as confused as him.
Two options from here, either Tim is exhausted (had been awake for 4 days, running on caffeine) when Duke asks; so he lets it slip it's him and chaos ensues, someone does the maths and Omg how old were you when you started ?? Then Stephanie asks him to take more, and Damian is like how preposterous there is non of the current Robin, when he just want to be included in the photos. Tim takes the cue and starts photographing them again, and realises how much he missed this.
Second option, Tim decides to mess with them and uses the opportunity as a stealth training, by following them and sending the pictures again. It's more difficult since he is busy. He has the hardest tim with Duke, because he patrols during the day and his powers don't help. It takes months for the batfam to realise it was him all this time.
#and jason realises tim worshiped him when he was robin#he almost cry because the photos as magic#cass already knew although she wasn't sure what he was doing exactly#bruce decided to intensify everyone's awareness training#including his#batfam#tim drake#batman#batfamily#batkids#batboys
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Crush
Wolfstar raising Regulus / Werewolf! regulus
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âTruth or dare?â Barty asked Regulus, eyes wide with mischief. This game has been going on in the Ravenclaw Common room for a while between Barty, Evan, Regulus, and Pandora. Everyone but Regulus has taken a few dares, but the werewolf was still a little weary of his new friends and decided to keep it safe with truths. Plus he wasnât all too keen on embarrassing himself in front of everyone in the common room- unlike Evan and Barty.
âTruthâ Regulus answered, earning him a groan from his three friends.
âThat is so lame, but whatever. Do you have a crush on anyone?â Barty asked, getting way too close to Regulus for comfort.
âNo. Now get away from me.â The younger boy giggled as he shoved the brunette away from him. They have only been in Hogwarts for two months now. In Regulusâ mind that was not enough time to start liking someone. He barely even talked to anyone outside of his small circle of friends, and he didnât want to fancy the idea of having a crush on any of them.
Especially not Barty.
Thatâs just gross.
âI thought you liked that Jam-â Regulus tackled Pandora off the couch before she could finish talking. That traitor.
âI have no idea what youâre talking about.â Regulus spat out, hoping she could catch on and stop talking, but even if she did catch on, she definitely didnât care.
âNo, Iâm pretty sure you told me you were like head over heels- ow!! That hurt you prickâ Pandora pushed Regulus off of her after he hit her with a small stinging hex. She didnât understand what the big deal was. Having a crush wasnât something to be embarrassed about, even if it was on James Potter of all people. Sure he was about eleven years older than Regulus, and married with a child, but hey- Pandora wasnât one to judge!
âYou like someone?â Evan gasped.
âAnd you told Panda and not us?â Barty mimicked Evanâs gasp, pretending to be offended.
âBecause I knew you two would be pricks about it! Itâs nothing serious, just a tiny crush on my dadsâ friend. Not like itâs going anywhere. He has a child!â Regulus was starting to get very annoyed with this conversation and wanted an out. Maybe he could run off to Remusâ room? Or he could say he had a bad headache and rush off to bed. Any option other than being interrogated by his âfriendsâ in the common room seemed golden in Regulusâ mind.
âWe wonât be rude about it, Reg. I promise.â Evan smiled at his friend, and for a split second it seemed genuine. Until Barty had to open his big mouth.
âWell he wonât be. Iâve seen your dadsâ friends. Theyâre all old and ugly. You can do so much better, and also, in your own age group.â Bartyâs comment earned him two slaps against his head from the twins and an over dramatic storm out from Regulus.
âWhat! I was just telling the truth.â Barty mumbled, rubbing the spots where the twins hit him. It wasnât his fault that James Potter was old. Maybe he wasnât exactly ugly but he definitely wasnât as cute as Barty. So why did Regulus have a crush on that old bag and not him?
Why did he even care?
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an extremely long and personal rant, you're not gonna gain anything by reading it, and if you do decide to read it in its entirety - I'm so sorry
I just need to vent, and this blog is the only place for me to do so. I can't tell the whole story, it's very long, messy, and personal. But long story short: there's a man who's been an unshakable influence on me for almost two decades. He shaped my life and molded me into the person I am today, one way or another. Oh, and he just so happens to be a covert narcissist - not like in those stupid dramatic tiktoks, but in a very real and infuriating way.
We said goodbye. We've been in no contact for over three years since I left the occupied territories. Since Savita's death, I haven't been doing all that well. I've been spiraling, quite frankly. Eventually, when everything else failed to help, I messaged him. Following a series of mostly dry and noncommittal replies, which always ended with "Write me more, I'll be waiting!" from him but contained no questions, no real engagement, no reactions to what I was saying at all - I said, "either drop this BS and start really communicating with me, or tell me straight to go fuck myself, but nothing in between, please."
So, finally, he tells me, "Look, I reach out first, I take the initiative. Let's talk about movies. What would you recommend for me to watch?" and recommends a movie himself. It's just a normal friendly conversation, right? No, the fuck it isn't. With people like this, everything is about control and power, about the opportunity to put you in your place.
Here I present to you our "normal" texting:
me: I watch mostly horrors. We have this tradition of watching a horror movie on the weekends, even though they never scare me. There's been a very recent one starring Hugh Grant - it's not so much a horror as it is a thriller, IMO. But I really enjoyed it. To understand some things better, you may need to know a little about the Mormon sect. But it's not necessary. (Now, dear reader, if you havenât found anything offensive in my message, you didnât look close enough, I guess.)
him: I am amazed by your arrogance - "you should know at least a little about the Mormon sect."
me: Why are you being like this? I only told you this because I myself didnât know anything about the Mormons before the movie, except that itâs a cult in the US. I knew nothing about their rituals, beliefs, etc. This wasnât directed at you. This wasnât arrogance. I donât even know if you watch horrors, but it was the first movie that came to mind because it was the best out of the recently watched.
him: This is such nonsense. Horror is for fear - that is, for teenagers. If thereâs no need, then there will be no particular fear - why watch⊠to awaken old memories when this film still evoked the necessary emotions? As if there are no genres except horror and comedy. Noir, for example. Biopic. Historical. Melodramas. Art house, etc. Why limit yourself⊠aaaah, itâs to proudly say "I only watch horrors, but they donât scare me."
me: No, not for that reason. This is my favorite genre because it's the easiest for me to watch and because we have this traditionâto watch horror movies on weekends. You (not only you, but also the film industry as a whole) have a very limited view of this genre. You don't watch it just to be scared. Just like any other movie, you watch it because itâs interesting. Because it evokes some emotions, it doesnât necessarily have to be fear. Not all horror movies are jump scares and girls climbing out of TVs. I perceive them more as movies that should keep you in suspense, not as something that scares you. People have different tastes, what can you do?
him: A film that keeps you in suspense⊠I wonder why (fear, of course) comedies don't keep you in suspense, huh? And what else is there in horror? The realization of a child's need for a specific experience of fear. And this is not about tastes (taste is a personal preference). This is objective. And it's easier to watch because there is almost no plot.
me: Wow, youâve only been watching bad horror movies in your life, then. You're not being objective at all now. You can't consider an entire genre, which is very broad, so narrowly. Heretic is formally classified as horror, but it's not about "fulfilling a child's need for a specific experience of fear." We're talking about different things. Often, horror elements are used as metaphors - not directly as horror. Not to make you afraid, but to make you think about something, to convey an idea in an unconventional way. Don't be so biased. No plot? You have to watch Hereditary or The Empty Man several times to notice everything you missed the first time because there are so many details, and the plot is so twisted.
him: A twisted plot does not speak of the quality of the film, but only of the quality of the mess in the director's head. The best films usually have a clear plot.
me: You could also say that comedies are for children because they like to laugh, and biographical films are for the elderly because they're interested in the past. You can basically say this about anything: Why watch comedies? Just to laugh? Why watch melodramas? Just to compensate for the lack of romance in your life? Why watch dramas? Just to feel sad? Etc. Only scientific and educational documentaries would remain because they have an "objective" benefit. Not everything is so one-sided, and a film has to be very bad to evoke only one emotion in you. Good films aren't arranged like that, and genres often overlap. As I said, many different films are formally classified in this category. The Lighthouse is also considered a horror film, but its goal isn't to scare you. There are psychological horror films, atmospheric ones, dramas, etc. If you follow this logic, then any strong emotion is a "childish need." Adults also cry during dramas and get anxious during thrillers. A movie is good if you don't regret watching it.
Him: Oversimplified, common man's view of genres - don't confuse like/dislike with good/bad.
me: Well, Iâm a "commoner." That's my opinion. Who's to talk about arrogance⊠How does a simple conversation about cinema turn into an argument? Why do you have such a need to prove that I'm wrong about what I like instead of just sticking with your own? Itâs strange. You can't prove that all films classified as this genre are bad. Simply because it's objectively impossible - they're too different. The genre is broad and often mixed with others. Maybe you're just sad that you don't watch films with anyone on Saturdays, with disgusting dry pizza and wine? When this is all over, we'll watch a good (good!) horror movie together, and you'll tell me all about how much you didn't like it :)
him: "You should know firstâŠ" is arrogance. And to claim that comedy is for the elderly is philistine segregation. I'm not saying that they're all bad. I'm saying that the plot is overly twisted because of the mess in their heads and to hide a weak script.
Me: What? I didn't claim that comedy is for the elderly. It was a deliberately absurd statement that directly mirrored yours. Of course I don't think so - it's stupid. That was the point. -----------------------------------------------------------------
If your head hurts and you're losing your sanity, I'm sorry. Imagine how mine felt. And it wasn't enough for me - oh no. We had a phone call later. Despite my desperate attempts to stop this idiotic argument, he was persistent. I watched the movie he recommended (didn't like it, but oh well), but he said he's not going to watch mine. Okay. Then he starts complaining that I didn't watch his suggested movie dubbed in russian. I explain that I don't watch anything dubbedâmovies, TV shows, nothing. Haven't for over ten years now. You know what? He says that I'm MISSING A LOT by watching the ORIGINALS. That I can't possibly get everything there is to get when the movie isn't dubbed. I say that most of the things I watch are in English, and I understand everything. And if not, I watch them with English subs. "And whatâs the original? Do you speak Ancient Greek? Do you know how little original English has in it?" WTF Still, he insists - you can't possibly get everything. I say that there are often puns and other untranslatable things, so by dubbing it, you have to write a brand new joke because the translation wouldn't work. Like, for example, "We're werewolves, not swearwolves" in What We Do in the Shadows. It was my favorite joke there, which would've been ruined by dubbing. "To understand puns," he says, "you have to know the language really well." Implying that I can't possibly know English that well.
Then he jumps back on the horror-hating train. I'm trying to explain that I don't actually watch movies that often. "Like, even this classic movie by Tarantino that everyone has seen, Pulp Fiction, my husband only recently talked me into watching it," - I add. "Pulp Fiction? But what's the movie title?" he asks. No, it is the movie title. "No, it's a genre. What's the title?" It is the title. I apologize, I say I'm sorry but I don't know what it's called in the russian adaptation. I describe the plot. "Ah, ĐŃĐžĐŒĐžĐœĐ°Đ»ŃĐœĐŸĐ” ЧŃĐžĐČĐŸ," he says. "Yes, that one," - I confirm. "There, Kate, there is your arrogance again."
My arrogance because I genuinely didn't know what it's called in russian. MY arrogance. I'm to blame if he didn't know something. I was supposed to predict he wouldn't know it and not embarrass him by mentioning such things. He has an English teacher diploma, among other things, by the way. The person trying to prove to me the stupidity of watching movies in the original language.
If you read this far - sorry. It's not about movies, languages, or anything else specific. It's nearly any conversation with him. That's how it's always been. The kind of person who would accuse you of everything they themselves possess and display. The kind of person you can't win an argument with because it's not about what you say. It's not about trying to hear each other. It's about power. About showing you that you're less than him. If I make a good argument, it'll be ignored or twisted. If I slip somewhere, I'll be ridiculed mercilessly. If I dare to complain about it, I'll be called overdramatic, overanalyzing, instigating. The only way is to stop playing his game. But I can't stop. I'm stuck in a fucking loop of thinking, "This time I'll be smarter, calmer, more mature, and everything will be different."
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Another old fic of mine that I'm gonna share here as well cause I love it so much. As usual, if you prefer the AO3 format, you can read it on AO3 here.
2.6K, Rated T, Milo/Sweetheart, (Not) First Dates, Fluff, Coffee Shops, the typical fluffy Milo/Sweetheart content I usually make :)
and just so I don't take up an unreasonable amount of space on your dashboard, the fic will start under the cut <3
Itâs been weeks.
Weeks of texting back and forth, giving updates, and constantly being reminded that Milo existed. Every time they got a message, they hoped it was him. Every notification they got they perked up, only to be let down when they saw something else. And between updates, Milo was initiating small talk. Asking how their day went, and if they had something to eat today. Asking if theyâve been taking the breaks that they neededâ âproper breaks, where you donât do work in another room saying youâre on breakââ and if theyâve been getting sleep. Milo always had their best interest in mind, and it was infuriating.Â
Well.
Itâs not like itâs infuriating, just- inconvenient? They just wanted some answers and targeted Milo because one he was on the ground that day, and two his dad did work for the department (theyâre still kinda upset that one backfired on them, they were certain that would be a point of pride for him). To say the least, that did not work for them, and now they were roped into giving him updates on the case. With him so involved itâs dangerous for him, and yet he was always the one that checked up on them.
It wasnât even like they couldnât take care of themselves! Theyâve worked for the department for a few years now, and they knew the kind of situations they could get into. Though, they did have to admit that Miloâs reminders did help sometimes. They just get so focused on what they were doing, and simple things like that slip their mind. And, so what if Miloâs little âdid you eat todayâ messages made them realize that they were hungry? Again, itâs not like they werenât taking care of themselves. They do eat, thank you very much. Itâs just more of a routine thing. They really only had time to eat after work, and most of those were make-ahead meals. But at least they were eating! Thatâs whatâs important here.
So, yeah, meeting Milo Greer was inconvenient for them.
And it was ruining their god-damn life.
It would have been fine if thoughts about him only happened during work. Which makes sense, since they were strictly involved with him because of a case. However, this guy was permeating their everyday thoughts. They wake up, they wonder if Milo is awake too. Theyâre making breakfast, and they think about how Milo always seems to know when to message them about if they ate. Hell, they started eating a proper breakfast because of Milo, and his rants about how âno wonder theyâre so tired in the day, with no proper meals until 7 PM and an ungodly sleep schedule.â Theyâre on their way home from work and they wonder if Milo is at a gig, or maybe in the den, or even at home with that cat of his. It seems they canât get away from thinking about him, and how thoughtful he is, and how they so wanted to kiss that stupid cocky mouth of his-
Hold on.
Did they just think that?
Sneaks gave a sharp huff, dropping the spoon they were using to stir their coffee into the sink harsher than they meant to. They canât just think things like that. That was definitely crossing boundaries. This was a work thing. Nothing else.Â
Nothing. Else.
⊠Okay, so what if they indulged in his flirting just a bit? It was a tactic to keep him talking to them in the beginning, and now it was just a thing that they do. Surely that didnât mean anything. It couldnât because, again, this was a work thing.
Their phone buzzed on the counter, and Sneaks was scooping it up within seconds, coffee in their other hand. Their lips tilted up into a small smile when they saw the name on their phone.
Milo: Good morning, Sweetheart
They typed back their response without thinking.
Howâd you know Iâd even be awake?
Milo: Youâre always up before seven
Sneaks rolled their eyes. Of course heâd pick that up.
What do you want, Greer?
Milo: Can I not say good morning to you now?
Usually, thereâs an ulterior motive
Milo: Okay, fair. I just wanted to know if you ate breakfast yet.
Sweetheart sighed, once again rolling their eyes, but this time it was accompanied by their grin widening. It was like clockwork recently.Â
Yes. but shouldnât you be worrying about yourself, Greer?
 Milo: ah, donât worry about me. But that offer for lunch still stands.
Right. They forgot about that, really. It was something offered in passing about a week ago, and every couple of days Milo would bring it up again. They werenât sure of the connotations behind said lunch. Was it Milo just doing something nice for them, or something more? Did they want something more? Were there any feelings at all, or was it just close proximity that made them more inclined to lunch with him? If they stopped talking for a few weeks, would their answer change? Were they just thinking about him so much and entertaining this because he texts them literally every day?
A few minutes go by and Sneaks realized that they havenât responded to Milo yet. They turn their phone back on to send a quick reply of:
Weâll see, Greer.
They put their phone away and finished getting ready for work.
They hadnât thought about Milo or the p[otential lunch date for the entire morning. Well⊠for most of the morning, at least.
They had gotten a new lead on the shade case, and spent hours making sure that it was viable before they made plans to go investigate it that afternoon. But, as it got closer to lunchtime, their mind kept drifting back to the message from Milo earlier that morning. It wouldnât hurt to have a lunch date with him. They would just have to be sure that he knew that it was strictly a business thing. An update meeting of sorts. And nothing else. Plus, they could use a proper meal before they headed out today.Â
They checked the time. It was almost eleven, which was a little late to schedule a lunch meeting, but they texted him an invite to a cafe nearby the office for one. The response was immediate, agreeing to the plans and promising to be there. Sneaks gave another small smile at the eagerness Milo was expressing. He always tried to act so suavely and yet they saw right through him when they offered to meet up. He was like an eager puppy, which was something theyâd never say to his face. They felt like that would almost be an insult to a shifter like him.
When it got closer to one, they got ready to go out. They locked up their office after making sure they had everything, walking to the elevator. They patted the secretaries desk on their way by, getting their attention.
âIâm headed out to lunch,â Sneaks said, âif you really need me I do have my cell on me, but try not to bother me, âkay?â
The secretary raised an eyebrow, giving a playful smirk. âWho are you and what did you do with Sneaks, huh? Going out for lunch, saying not to contact you, this is really out of character.â
Sneaks rolled their eyes. âIâll see you in an hour.â
âOkay, but youâre telling me all about this date when you get back!â The secretary called after them.
âItâs not a date,â Sneaks called back as the elevator closed.
The secretary only laughed, but it was cut off.
The walk was a short one, and it might have been easier to drive but Sneaks liked being outside. Milo was waiting just outside the cafe when they arrived, which they found odd but it wasnât something unexpected.
âHopefully I didnât make you wait too long,â they commented when they were close enough.Â
Milo looked up at them, smiling already. He typed out something quick on his phone before sliding it into his pocket and turning toward them. âNah, not too long. Besides, I would have waited hours just to see you, Sweetheart.â
Sneaks rolled their eyes, ignoring the flutter that sent through their chest. âLetâs go inside. I only have an hour.â
It turns out that Milo had never been to this cafe, which Sneaks was prepared for. They did suggest a few things for him, and he actually took them up on one of the sandwiches that they mentioned. They were giddy about that fact, not only because it was something that they suggested, but because this shop's sandwiches were all so good.Â
Sneaks had paid, and the only reason they got away with it was them saying âI invited you here, I get to pay.â Though it was still a bit of a squabble because Milo insisted that they should at least split it since he came up with the idea at first. Sneaks still won, however.
Milo offered to bring over the food if they took the drinks and found a spot for them to sit. Sneaks werenât allowed to say no, so they did as suggested with only a little fuss. The shop wasnât very busy, but their favourite spot by the window was open so they wanted to nab it before it was gone.Â
It didnât take long for the sandwiches to come out, it never did, and soon Milo was joining them at their table with an easy-going smile.
âSo, I have to ask,â Milo said as they both settled with their food, âwhat made you change your mind about coming out with me today?â
âWell, it was mainly to update you on the very few new things I got for the case.â
Milo shook his head. âThatâs not gonna fly, sorry Sweetheart.â
Sneaks almost choked on their mouthful as they processed his words. âIâm sorry, what?â
âI donât want to talk about work things right now,â Milo said. âI want to talk to you. The real you, not investigator you.â âYou saying I have a facade going, Greer?â Milo shrugged. âWell, no. But there is a difference. Even in your texts.â
Sneaks never saw it that way. They also werenât used to people turning down work conversations during work hours. âOkay?â
Milo shrugs again, looking at his sandwich so he didnât have to make eye contact anymore. âSo, yeah. Take a break. Donât think about work for a while. Just⊠talk to me.â
Sneaks couldnât help their chest growing warm at the words. It was just so⊠considerate. So much of Milo did this to them, it wasnât fair. Everything he does is just so in tune with them it was crazy. âWhat do you want to talk about?â They offered.
Milo thought for a second, pursing his lips as he did so. Sweetheart looked away before Milo caught them staring, taking a bite of their sandwich. âWhat do you do for hobbies? Like, outside of work, in your spare time.â
Sneaks had to think about that one for a few moments. Work was such a big part of their life, that they really didn't have time for much else. Though they did like to read in their spare time. The rare hour or so they have between everything that they can sit down and read a chapter or two of a book. So, thatâs what they talked about. They prattled on about a few of their favourite books, being encouraged by the questions that Milo was asking.
The conversation flowed easily enough. Switching from one person to the next, always being connected by a similar thought. Milo talked about how he would go on hikes for fun to get his mind off of work, which reminded Sneaks of the trips they took as a kid, which lead to Milo telling them about how he got one of his scars, on and on. Sneaks were the most at ease they have been in a long time. All because Milo just wanted to talk.
Lots of things were easy around Milo. Conversations, silences, and time spent together. Sharing fears, hopes, and dreams. Milo could ask them anything and theyâd give it to him so willingly. It was easy to forget that the only reason they ever met him was because of work.
Their phone going off ruined that facade very quickly.
âShit,â Sneaks muttered as they turned off the alarm. âIâm sorry, I lost track of time. I have to go.â âThatâs fine,â Milo said. âI knew you only had so much time. Maybe I can walk back with you?â âI donât want to keep you any longer.â
Milo gave them a reassuring smile, âDonât worry about it. I have the day off today, and have nothing better to do.â
Sneaks knew they should say no. They really, really should, but they already had lunch with the man so⊠whatâs five more minutes?
âAlright, Greer.â
They turned to pick up their bag, but not before they saw Milo break out into an uncontrollable grin. They tried to suppress the butterflies that cropped up in their stomach at the sight. They really had to get that under control.
Milo stepped in front of them to open the door, to which they gave a kind smile. Though, when they both got on the sidewalk, Milo made sure to be on the side closest to the road. Sneaks couldnât help but wonder if it was intentional, but something was telling them it wasnât. After his comments of being âthe protector typeâ and all, they had a feeling it was just instinct. The action didnât go unappreciated, and Sneaks didnât mind it this time when usually they did.
Milo kept the conversation going with ease as they walked down the road to Sneaksâ office. Though, Sneaks thought they saw his face fall a bit when they slowed to a stop in front of the main doors.Â
âI can see why you suggested that cafe,â Milo said with a slight chuckle.
âYep,â Sneaks responded, popping the âpâ gently. âIt was really fun though, Milo. We should hang out more often.â âNext time Iâm paying,â Milo said, grinning.
Sneaks shook their head, an exasperated grin on their face. âSure, whatever you say, Milo.â They did not comment on how the prospect of ânext timeâ made them feel.
He let them go after that, saying goodbye with a small wave. Sneaks stood there for a few moments before turning themself and heading inside. In the elevator, their watch buzzed, and they pulled out their phone to check the notification.
Milo: I do still want that update. Meet me at my apartment tonight?
Sure, Milo. Iâll let you know when Iâm headed over. Shouldnât be too much later than 7.
They ignored the secretary's looks as they passed to head to their office once more, planning on finishing up a few requests to go out investigating tonight. They wonât receive approval in time, but that still wasnât going to stop them.
Tonight they might get some actual headway into the case. Finally.
Their phone buzzed in their hand again as they closed the office door, and they smiled at the message they saw.
Milo: Iâll see you tonight then, Sweetheart
Despite the grumbling they did at first, Sneaks was starting to grow fond of the nickname.
Milo was inconvenient, sure, but he was an inconvenience that Sneaks was willing to work with. An inconvenience that they wanted to get to know more. An inconvenience that they were catching feelings for.
And they were gonna let this inconvenience ruin their life.
#redacted audio#redacted audio milo#redacted milo#redacted audio sweetheart#redacted sweetheart#redactedverse#plutonium_fanfiction#redacted oneshot#redacted fanfic#guys i can't believe I keep forgetting to share fics of mine#but also keep in mind this one is like close to a year old#so my writting may not be the best#but we can get past that
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show tempe gang crossover with the morris islanders would actually have been the best episode of bones ever. btw
#please ignore the rest of the tags i will just be making things up#okay they start out in carolina but at least half the episode takes place in dc. do not ask me how travel logistics would work#tory spends the entire episode off with tempe doing bone stuff. booth feels upstaged by a 16-year-old girl#so he goes and hangs out with ben who does NOT trust him right off the bat#ben ends up having to run him over to liri at some point because there's crime afoot and tom is busy. they spend most of the ride in silenc#ofc they end up bonding Eventually because they are both obsessed with crazy emotionally stunted redheads named t brennan#tory is more effective than any of the squinterns and manages to piss hodgins off so bad just by existing#coop hangs out in the lab as saroyan tries to kick him out thirty times. he just keeps showing up and she can't prove who's letting him in#(it's tempe.) angela loves tory but tory does not love angela back. saroyan tolerates her. sweets likes her but knows she's hiding somethin#comes to the conclusion that she can read her friends minds and slowly drives himself crazy because obviously that can't be true#tory brings hi along whenever she needs someone with people skills and he is MORE than happy to participate in a hodgins experiment#hi gets to be king of the lab for about ten minutes. shelton hits it off with angela immediately and they solve half the case together#booth fucking HATES hi because he's evasive and really good at the manipulation thing. booth can't win verbal sparring and he gets Big Mad#at one point the four of them are in an interrogation room together (MISTAKE) because tory had them meddling a little too close to the sun#and booth is trying so hard to question them which didn't work even when they COULDN'T read each other's minds#tory figures out who did it and hi steals her thunder a la shrek wasnt vandalized he gave birth#temperance tells tory 'i know you've got a secret sweets told me and even though i don't trust psychology i find he's insightful' etc etc#tory's like well i might be but i can't tell you it's not just my secret and you wouldn't believe me anyway#because let's be real tempe WOULDNT believe her#meanwhile saroyan convinced by sweets paranoia managed to get a sample of tory's blood and test it and is like HEY WHAT THE FUCK#gets hodgins and they just stare at the results together and delve into conspiracy theories. he's like i KNEW there were werewolves#they debate telling tempe but know it wouldnt end well for the kids and decide to get rid of the evidence. but hodgins is SO smug#also angela spends the whole episode trying to convince everyone hi and shelton are dating and no one believes her#they finally see them kiss or something and they're all somehow floored and angela's just like yeah? duh?#if anyone read this i'm sorry and why
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aru sekai shoushitsu is an 11 minute song i listened to on accident because i was too tired to look at the length & was just solely like man thats such a cool title for a vocaloid song i hope it lives up to it and it 100% did. i didnt have any idea there was a story behind it it just thought it was such a cool sounding song & i remember clearly playing animal crossing past 4am with it on loop. completely forgot the producers name & didnt recognize them when they posted kyuuyaku hankagai so it took me like 3 days to actually listen to it & the SECOND i heard the nami no ne no motif i lost my mind. that was it for me ive been so deep into it since then i dont think theres a way to pull me out. at the start everything had such weird phrasing it was so hard to sort out what was stylistic and what was direct story telling & even now its sometimes difficult, but the fact with every new song we get a new version of the story and new info & everything ties together to consistently for a project made by one person over the course of several years with this level of detail.
going from knowing its a story about trying and failing to prevent the world's destruction to finding out not only are they doomed to repeat it, the only way out is to completely give up on their own self and accept total death. putting together the timeline from little hints some of which u have to sort through which is fact and which is a character's own narration distorted by either their emotions or intentionally. the fact the story telling is not entirely direct, the lyrics are only one facet of it, it goes as far as using the genre of the song to express things, theres just so much. ive been into my fair share of vocaloid song projects but this is the most precise and delicately handled one i've encountered. there is so much care and attention put into every single one of those songs it would just be insulting to not take it seriously. there was a moment i was worried it was going to turn into the same song but different when we got maximizer and then kanon and i'm so so glad that isn't the case because the way theyre handling it now really shows how important it is to them. this is a person who posts some of the most ridiculous memes ive seen & has some now popular meme songs and even with that attention they've said they're continuing to take the series seriously and that alone says so so much about the weight of this project to them.
i'll be honest with you i dont think there's a good end to this story. with the info we have now, with how aru sekai shoushitsu, the story outline song, goes i cannot see a happy ending for any of these characters. i wouldn't be surprised if it turned out we're only being shown one instance of that certain world & it ends in a way that implies despite all their efforts it's just going to happen all the same all over again, just with certain people lost forever and others willing to try more underhanded tactics to try their ideas that ultimately wont work anyway. i don't think there will be a real resolution to any of the problems. but even then there are so many currently unrevealed secrets & the overall commentary the work is making in the first place that sticking around for whatever ending we're given will be well worth the wait
#aru sekai series#its stated they keep their memories across iterations of the world. so.#given how kanon as a song went i cannot imagine how low other characters are willing to go#like im always picking out apoptosis for acting out & she IS mean among other things#but i honestly do not think in the next 'loop' that she would be even remotely close to the biggest threat#laboratory's gone we dont have to wordy about her anymore but anyone like her is a problem#the willingness to give okays while consciously overlooking major problems is more of a threat#than the girl just having The Absolute Worst Mental Breakdown of Her Life#like shes certainly not helping but shes far from the only one causing problems#kanon too. negligent . one of the bigger problems. and shes still alive even if she does regret it#im not even going to pretend to be normal about this series its been 4 years and my interest never wavers#also theres the promise of the fuu song possibly being finished soon. so.#i WILL be losing my mind. its been so long#whens the last song. isnt kannagi like basically a year old at this point. god.#i wonder if the fuu song will be a miku song#all the kanji heading songs (kyuu/shuu/ou) have miku so far i wonder if that Means something#if thats a Choice that'll continue or if it's simply that they didnt have as many synths at the time
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When Tina Turner left her first husband - who was also her boss, captor, and brutal tormentor - she snuck out of their Dallas hotel room with a single thought in her mind: "The way out is through the door." From there she fled across the midnight freeway, semi-trucks careening past her, with 36 cents and a Mobil gas card in her pocket. As soon as she decided to walk out that door, she owned nothing else. When she filed for divorce, she made an unusual request. She didn't want anything: not the song rights, not the cars, not the houses, not the money. All she wanted was the stage name he gave her - Tina - and her married name - Turner. This was the name by which the world had come to know her, and keeping it was her only chance to salvage her career. Things could have gone a lot of ways from there. She could have labored in obscurity for decades, maybe making records on small labels to be prized by vinyl connoisseurs in Portland. She could have stayed in Vegas, where she first went to get her chops back up, and worked as a nostalgia act. And, of course, given what she had been through, she might have ⊠not made it. What happened instead is that Tina Turner became the biggest global rock star of the 80s. I'm old enough to barely remember this, but if you aren't, it was like this: The Rolling Stones would headline a stadium one day, and the next day it would be Tina Turner. A middle-aged Black woman - she became a rock star at 42! - sitting atop the 1980s like it was her throne. She managed this because of whatever rare stuff she was made of (this is a woman whose label gave her two weeks to record her solo debut, Private Dancer, which went five times platinum); because she decided to speak publicly about her abusive marriage and forge her own identity, and in doing so give hope and courage to countless women; and also because - in a perhaps unlikely twist for a girl from Nutbush, Tennessee - she had her practice of Soka Gakkai Nichiren Buddhism, to which she credited her survival. She remained devout until the end. Tina's second marriage - to her, her only marriage - was to Edwin Bach, a Swiss music executive 16 years her junior. Of him, she said, "Erwin, who is a force of nature in his own right, has never been the least bit intimidated by my career, my talents, or my fame." In 2016, after a barrage of health problems, Tina's kidneys began to fail. A Swiss citizen by then, she had started preparing for assisted suicide when her husband stepped in. According to Tina, he said, "He didn't want another woman, or another life." He gave her one of his kidneys, buying her the remainder of her time on this earth and perhaps closing a cycle which took her from a man who inflicted injury upon her to a man willing to inflict injury upon himself to save her from harm. Born into a share-cropping family as Anna Mae Bullock in 1939, she died Tina Turner in a palatial Swiss estate: the queen of rock 'n roll; a storm of a performer with a wildcat-fierce voice; a dancer of visceral, spine-tingling potency and ability; a beauty for the ages; a survivor of terrible abuse and an advocate for others in similar situations; an author and actress; a devout Buddhist; a wife and mother; a human being of rare talent and perseverance who, through her transcendent brilliance, became a legend.
Credit: Will Stenberg
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FANTASIZEâŠ
old!logan howlett x fem!reader
*mdni
cw: cursing, nsfw, age gap (reader is twenty-five)
wc: 1k+
a/n: i have no idea where this came from. i was supposed to be working on something completely different but apparently, this needed to be written first instead. yes it is inspired by the unreleased ariana grande song.
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Logan couldn't read minds. He never longed for the ability or power; he was better off not knowing what others had going on in their heads. He only wanted to peek into someone's mind when he caught your twinkling eyes lingering in his direction. Luckily, he could still read your mind even without the mutation because your fantasies were written all over your face.
It was obvious to anyone caught in the same room as you and Logan, that there was tension. You burned holes all over his body with your intense gaze. If Logan was in the mood to entertain your little crush, he could compliment you in a way that was sure to make you blush.
"Good form today, kid."
"Lookin' pretty today, sweetheart."
"Lemme fix that lipstick, dollface." That one left you with an ache in between your thighs as his thumb brushed your lower lip. "Can't have you walkin' around here a mess, now can we?"
Logan wasn't sure if he would ever make it to heaven but seeing your lip tremble with need was close enough for him.
If he saw you in a dress with a pair of mary-jane's, he would try to catch a glimpse of your underwear in the reflection of your shoes. It didn't always work but it made him feel young again.
No one was brave enough to address it due to him being twice your age. Despite being twenty-five years old and already having graduated from the school, it was still considered taboo to some. If anyone asked Logan about it, he would brush it off as a schoolgirl crush that you would eventually grow out of.
It was truly harmless he thought. You got the attention you craved and Logan got to see a pretty young woman squirm in her seat because of him. It never went further than flirtatious comments and lingering stares.
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Today might be the worst day of your life. You and Logan were being sent out together on a mission to find a mutant that lived two hours away. It wasn't the mission that worried you; it was being stuck in a tiny car with only Logan for one hundred and twenty minutes.
"Why aren't 'cha talkin', dollface?" Logan asked, almost teasingly.
For almost twenty minutes, he was aware of your eyes watching his hand hold the wheel. Logan was also incredibly aware of the effect it had on you. A little broken sigh escapes you when his hand clenches tighter around the leather, making his veins pop even more.
"Too busy fantasizing 'bout me?"
No matter how much you tried to find someone your age to be with, your heart always went back to Logan. He treated you differently than anyone you've ever met. Sure, sometimes he made you feel like a kid but he also knew you could handle your own. Logan wouldn't let anyone underestimate you; that kept you crawling back to him.
"Maybe I am." You shrug, fed up with his games.
"Oh, yeah?" He says, taking a deep inhale of your sent. "What's goin' on in that pretty head of yours, hm?"
You were used to Logan's overly confident personality that he tried to use to intimidate you; and make you stumble over your words. It wasn't gonna work this time. Logan wanted you just as much as you wanted him, but you needed him to admit it first.
"Us in the backseat of the car." You admit, biting the inside of your cheek nervous for his response.
"Really? And what are we doing back there?" He asked, cocking his head curiously as his eyes remained glued to the road.
"You're on top of me, makin' me feel good." Your words were coy but that was the point. Logan liked being the tease; having all the power.
"Keep talkin', dollface."
There it was. You had him right where you wanted him.
You pretended to think about it for a moment before shaking your head and telling him, "No, I shouldn't"
"Why not?"
"Because an old man like yourself can't keep up with me, right? At least that's what I heard you tell the Professor."
Logan couldn't believe you had heard their conversation earlier this week. The Professor was the only person who knew the truth of how Logan felt towards you. When Charles asked him what was stopping him from pursuing you, all Logan had to say was, "I'm too old for her; can't keep up with such a young thing like her".
Which was far from the truth.
"So obsessed with me that you're listenin' to my conversations now?" He growled, pulling the car over.
"Stop acting like you aren't obsessed with me too." You smile at him. "I know a few pairs of my underwear 'mysteriously' disappear from my hamper. I know that you can hear me through the walls late at night, panting your name."
With each sentence, you inch closer to him. Logan could only compare you to the snake in Eve's garden; encouraging him to give into his temptations.
"I also know that you want me." Your eyes were dark with desire, making his pants tighter. "So, if you can't get it up or claim that you don't want me then that's fine with-"
Logan fumed with irritation and lust. Not thinking twice before slamming your lips into yours. He tasted exactly like you imagine; tobacco and mint. You were addicted; no one could ever compare to him.
In a rush, his rough hands pulled you into his inviting lap before one cupped your jaw and his other made its way up your skirt, toying with your lacy underwear. He wasn't going to give it to you that easily.
"L-Logan, please," You moan against his mouth, trying to create some friction on his lap. "Need it."
God, he's waited a long time to hear that; to see you so desperate in his arms. When he pulled back to look at you, Logan couldn't be more pleased with the image in front of him. Your eyes shut tightly, face scrunched, trying to concentrate, and lips pouty with annoyance. Logan removes his hand under your skirt; causing the prettiest whine to escape you. He thought you might be what finally kills him.
"We aren't done, sweetheart." He groaned in your ear. "Get in the backseat because you are gonna tell me every single one of your fuckin' fantasies."
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pairing: lewis hamilton x Wolff!fem!reader
authorâs note: GOD this might be awful but please keep in mind that itâs my first story and english is not my first language :) WILL most probably go through major adjustments.
summary: in which her father, Toto Wolff, has always told her to stay away from the young drivers. He never said anything about the older ones thoughâŠ
warnings: 18+ smut/nsfw, masturbation(f), oral sex(f receiving), fingering, cursing, size kink, unprotected sex, squirting, creampie, age-gap, praise kink, bit of choking.
Being the daughter of a Formula 1 Team Principal never failed to be exciting.
Always VIP treatment, lots of traveling to beautiful countries, numerous job opportunities and getting to meet famous people. You were always grateful for your privileged life but never took advantage of it in a selfish way, although you enjoyed the things it had to offer from time to time. You always refused being treated differently just because of your status. You just werenât that type of person. You liked working for the things you desired. Your adventurous side always loved a challenge, and that was also the thing your father admired and feared the most about you.
He always encouraged this side of you, ever since you were a kid. If you wanted to learn how to skate, heâd buy you a skateboard. If you spontaneously wanted to spend the next 3 months away from home in another country, heâd book your flight. One day you showed up at his office to show him your first tattoo. You always said youâd never get a tattoo, you didnât think it would look good on you. But one day you randomly found yourself in front of a tattoo salon and couldnât resist the curiosity. Your father was never a big fan of tattoos, but he laughed anyway, called you crazy and snapped a few pictures of the tattoo before sending them to your mom.
Toto didnât have a lot of rules for you. He always told you âJust donât get yourself in jail, maybe.â. But the most important and unwritten rule was ânever involve yourself with the young drivers.â.
He thought they were immature boys and walking red flags, although he deeply respected them for performing in such a dangerous sport as Formula 1. You, on the other hand were never interested in any of them anyway. You befriended a few of the drivers, sometimes partied with them, but no one really caught your interest. No one besides Lewis Hamilton.
Lewis was your fatherâs most prized possession in the team. 7 times World Champion (or 8 if you ask me), a genuine person, an expert in what he was doing and the best he could get.
Lewis Hamilton emanated power everywhere he went. He always took his work and image very seriously, always told it as it was and his charming personality never failed to impress everyone in the room. Even the drivers looked up to him, hoping to one day be as great as him. Your first encounter with him was when you were only 15 years old, and to say that you were immediately intimidated by him was an understatement.
The nervousness you constantly felt when you were around him was originally a reaction to all the things you heard about the driver. But as time passed, you found yourself intimidated for others reasons. Maybe it was because you were a teenager and your hormones were going crazy, or because of all the books and fanfiction you used to read at that time, but you couldnât take your eyes away from him anymore. Everything about him drew you in. His tall and muscular body, his numerous tattoos that gave him a dangerous and playboy vibe, his soothing but rough voice adorned with the most beautiful british accent, his braided hair and smooth skin⊠That man was basically sex on legs. One of Godâs finest pieces.
He instantly took a very protective role in your life. To him, you were basically a child, especially due to the big age-gap between you. But you were also his bossâs daughter so he naturally felt the need to protect you.
Now, at 23, you managed to keep a close friendship with the driver. He was always there if you needed advice for something, always there to rant to about your crazy life and always there for a good time. You spent a lot of vacations with him and his friends. Went to a lot of road trips, skateboard dates, dinner or breakfast dates, countless movie nights, sometimes just the two of you. And although your crush on him never went away, in fact the adoration and attraction only deepened, he not once tried anything with you. He always kept things friendly between you two, decent.
And it frustrated the shit out of you. Sometimes you would catch him staring at you, or even touching you for a minute longer, but never more than that. And you slowly began losing hope that one day heâd see you as more than a friend and his bossâs daughter.
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Itâs Friday night. Since you didnât have any plans for today and were bored out of your mind, you decided to call Lewis to ask if he would go out with you tonight. He apologized and told you that he wasnât really feeling like doing anything crazy tonight, but insisted that you could come over and spend time together, maybe watch a movie or something. You accepted immediately.
So here you were now, 1AM in his living room, with your head on his lap and eyes closed. You didnât mean to fall asleep really, but your fucked up sleep schedule was beginning to take a toll on you, making you doze off at very random times. Plus, the way his hand was mindlessly running through your hair felt too good.
You slowly open your eyes when you feel Roscoe licking at your hand. With a groan, you try to sit up and take in everything thatâs going on. How long have you been asleep for? âSuitsâ is still playing on the TV, the room is almost dark except for the light of the television, Roscoe is sitting by the couch, looking back at you with his tongue hanging out, and Lewis is on his phone, probably reading through his emails.
âThought youâd never wake up.â He chuckled, locking his phone and throwing it on the couch.
âIâm so sorry, Lewis.â You sighed, rubbing your face with your hands in hope of getting rid of the sleepiness and the headache you just woke up with. âI didnât mean to, lately Iâve been having trouble with sleep. Maybe itâs because of school, I donât know. My schedule doesnât really allow me a healthy bed time anymore.â
He looks worried as he reaches out to you, shaking your arm a little.
âYou can sleep here if you want. Itâs late, youâre obviously very tired. I donât want you driving back home in this state.â He proposes.
âYeah? I can?â You chuckle, placing your hand on his. Your stomach flutters when you feel his soft, warm skin.
He looks rather angelic in the low light. His eyes are shiny but tired, his lips look soft and juicy, and his body is comfortably spread on the sofa.
âYou know you can, bunny.â
Bunny. He loves to call you that. Ever since you were a teenager, heâd always call you that. You found it cute.
âOkay, then. Can I borrow some clothes, though? These jeans arenât the most comfortable thing in the world to be honest.â You say, getting up from the couch.
âYeah, sure.â
You follow him to the guest room. The bed looks cozier than ever, and you quickly find yourself hopping into it, groaning at the feeling of the comfortable and soft mattress. Lewis laughs and leaves you for a moment, but comes back a few seconds later, throwing some clothes on the bed beside you.
âGot you a shirt and some pants. But Iâm not sure the pants are gonna fit though. Youâre⊠a lot smaller than me for sure.â He spoke, crossing his arms to his chest. âSorry.â
âNo, Lewis. Itâs all good.â You giggle, waving your arm lazily. âThank you.â
You take a moment to look at him again. He has a soft smile on his face and his body is leaning against the door frame, the dim light in the room accentuating the muscles in his arms. He looked huge. And delicious.
Jesus.
âGood night.â He gently whispered. You say it back and then he finally leaves the room, leaving you all alone. And frustrated.
With a deep sigh, you grab the clothes he gave you and inspect them a little. A simple tie dye t-shirt(he loves these), and a pair of shorts, probably the smalest he had in his wardrobe. And they still looked big. Making a decision, you throw the pants on a chair and only keep the t-shirt, then start to change out of your clothes.
Once that was done, you floop back on the bed and check your phone real quick, before turning off the lights and pulling the blanket over your body.
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You woke up sweaty. With a groan, you quickly pull the covers off your hot body to try and get some air. Your hair is sticking to your forehead and the massive headache you just woke up with already makes you irritated.
Stretching your body a little, you reach for the phone sitting on the nightstand to check the time. 4AM.
âGod dammit.â You curse under your breath, rubbing your face with your palm.
You could feel the faint smell of Lewisâs cologne on the t-shirt he gave you. Le Laboâs Rose 31, his favorite. Biting your lip, you bring the material to your nose and inhale the scent. A moan almost escaped you. You could basically feel him, it was like he was in the room with you again. And that definitely didnât help your current state.
You start wondering what he might be doing right now. Heâs probably sound asleep, spread on his king sized bed with nothing but his boxers on, quietly snoring, like he always does. You wish you were there to see him. Admire him. Touch his skin.
Subconsciously, you let your hand travel down your chest and under the shirt, touching at your hot skin. A shiver hits you, and you curiously start to feel around your stomach with your fingers. With eyes closed, you imagine Lewis touching you like that.
It wasnât unusual for you to think about him like that. But in your defense, you just couldnât help it. Everything about him felt masculine. His energy, his body, his voice, his gestures. He was basically the man you always dreamed of having, even for one night. You always wondered what he would be like in bed.
Maybe heâd whisper softly in your ear, call you âsweetheartâ, take his time on making you feel good, praising you for how good you are for him. How good you take him. Or maybe, heâd manhandle you, make you do whatever he asks, put you in any position he wants while choking you with his big arms and mockingly slapping your face, degrading you for being such a whore, as his cock would slide in and out of you at an abusive pace, making your juices drip out of you with every deep, harsh thrust.
You donât even remember the exact moment your fingers started rubbing your clit through your panties. You were definitely soaked, the wetness making a faint noise everytime your middle finger would flick at your pussy down to your enterance. A needy whimper escapes you. You needed more.
With the other hand, you quickly grab at your boobs, softly massaging them one by one and pulling on your sensitive nipples. It was all too much but still not enough. The material of your panties was drenched at this point, so you quickly moved them aside.
Circling your awaiting hole a few times, you insert a finger inside slowly.
âMm, fuck.â You moan, hiding your face into the pillow so you could hopefully hide the sounds you were making.
You imagined Lewis doing this to you. Sitting between your thighs so he can have a clear image of your creamy pussy as he is pumping his fingers in and out of you. Heâd have his mouth on you from time to time, sucking your clit harshly and moving his tongue from one hole to the other. His deep brown eyes would never leave your figure, trying to take in every single inch of you and memorize it, so he can always remember how desperate and ruined he makes you.
âSuch a pretty pussy. Uâre doing so good for me.â Heâd praise.
The squelching sound of your cunt momentarily takes you off the trance. Your hand is wet and youâre working one more finger inside of you now, as your other hand desperately rubs at your sensitive button. You canât believe youâre doing this in Lewisâs house, especially when his room is so close to yours, but you shamelessly donât care enough about that right now, not when youâre so close to your orgasm.
âMphh, LewisâŠâ You cry out, eyes shut.
As your back arches off the mattress, you start scissoring the fingers inside your pussy faster. You gasp for air as your legs begin to shake violently, your swollen clit throbbing uncontrollably. You moan louder than expected as you come all over your fingers, and the thought of Lewis hearing your needy sounds almost excites you more.
After a few moments, you remove the fingers from your pussy. You needed a shower so bad, maybe it would wash away the shame you were feeling at the pit of your stomach. Were you too loud? Did he hear how pathetic youâve been, just from his scent and a few scenarios of him fucking you with his mouth and fingers?
Sitting up, you scrunch your face in disgust at the feeling of your drenched and cold underwear. You curse in your head for not taking them off early on. What the fuck were you supposed to wear now?
Deciding to swallow your shame, you finally get up from the bed to make your way to the bathroom that was connected to your room. After washing your hands twice with the expensive soap bar, you look into the mirror to see just how messy you really were. Your cheeks were flushed, your mascara was smudged, skin was glowy with sweat and your hair looked like a bird nest. Basically, it was as if you had just taken part in a gangbang.
With a sigh, you take off your panties and run them through the water, trying to wash away the sin you had just committed. Getting lost in thoughts, your stomach almost startles you as it begins to growl loudly. The little amount of energy you had left and now you felt hungry, and incredibly thirsty. Balancing your options, you wonder if you should leave the room to go get something to eat from the kitchen. Your panties were still wet and you couldnât imagine wearing them now, but you knew youâd never be able to fall asleep again if your stomach constantly demanded food. Plus, drinking tap water was never an option.
âFuck.â
Slipping your underwear back on, you inspect yourself in the mirror a little and pull on Lewisâs t-shirt, making sure that it covers enough, just in case.
The whole penthouse is silent as you walk to the kitchen. A few lights are still on, but thatâs just how Lewis prefers it. You assume Roscoe is in his room fast asleep as well, because you donât run into him on your way. Opening the fridge, you immediately grab a bottle of water and place it on the counter, before scanning for some food. The indian takeout boxes were really calling your name right now, so you grabbed two of them before closing the door with your foot.
âCouldnât sleep?â
You almost drop the boxes from your hands when you hear his voice. Turning around, you find him staring at you, with a little smirk on his face.
âYou almost shit your pants, bunny. Did I scare you?â He laughs, approaching you.
âJesus, Hamilton. Almost gave me a heart attack, couldâve died right here on your kitchen floor.â You exhaled, dropping the boxes on the table and placing a hand on your chest, trying to see if your heart was still beating.
âIâm sorry. Wonât do it again.â He chuckles and briefly massages your shoulders, before pushing past you to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. After he takes a few sips, he speaks again. âWhy arenât you sleeping?â
âWhy arenât you sleeping?â You bite back, drinking from your own water, almost gulping down the whole thing.
The thought of what you just did a few moments ago creeps into your head again, and you suddenly wish the ground would swallow you. What if he heard? You get self conscious remembering that youâre only wearing his shirt and your destroyed pair of panties that were still wet and uncomfortable, so you pull on the hem to hopefully try and cover yourself as much as possible.
His top lip twitches for a second, then he smiles and shrugs. âWas thirsty.â
He looked absolutely delicious now, with nothing on but a pair of grey shorts and his braids down. His abs were shining underneath the dim lights, and all you wanted right now really was to drop down on your knees and lick them. You couldnât look further down though, you feared you might pass out if you saw the imprint of his dick in his pants.
You had the opportunity to take a peek, though. Multiple times. Especially on race weekends, when he would just grab his dick in his hand and struggle to readjust himself through the racing suit before hopping in the car. You knew he was big. You fantasized about how he would feel on your tongue, heavy and large. About how he would fuck your throat rough, making you choke on his cock. About how he would hardly be able to slide into your tight, warm pussy, but when he would finally make it, heâd rip you apart with it until you were left a crying, overstimulated mess.
âWhy are you so red, bunny? Are you ill?â He asks, furrowing his brows.
When you finally snap out of your filthy thoughts, heâs already in front of you, checking your temperature with the back of his hand, looking concerned.
âN-no.â You almost sound unsure, your voice cracking a little.
âNo?â He shakes his head, cupping your flushed cheeks in his hands.
You couldnât make eye contact with him, even though you knew he was intently watching you. He was so close that there was almost no space to breathe anymore, and you couldnât take it, so you hesitantly backed off.
A cheeky smirk was plastered on his face though, and he quickly looked you up and down before grabbing a fork and digging into the food left on the table. You just stood there, petrified. No thoughts behind your eyes.
âArenât you gonna eat?â He spoke again.
Well, the hunger disappeared, thatâs for sure.
You shake your head then clear your throat. âNot hungry anymore. I think Iâll just go back to bed.â
âHm.â
He doesnât say anything after that, so you grab the bottle of water and make your way past him, whispering a âgood nightâ softly. After a few seconds, he speaks again.
âMaybe this time youâll be able to get some sleep instead of moaning my name while youâre touching yourself.â
Your stomach drops. Maybe youâre imagining things. Maybe youâve gone crazy. But thereâs no way this was happening right now. This canât be real.
Youâre stuck in your place for a few moments, calculating your possibilities of escape. Throwing yourself out the window sounds like a good idea now. But you feel cornered, and you canât think of what to do or say. You were doomed, for sure. But you choose to play dumb instead, so you anxiously turn to him and speak.
âI donât know what youâre talking about. Iâve been asleep the whole time.â
He says nothing, and that worries you even more.
Then he throws the fork in the sink and finally faces you. He lifts his eyebrows and leans on the counter, with his arms folded to his chest.
âNo, you werenât.â He spoke. âCome here.â He gestures with his hand.
Swallowing the lump in your throat, you decide to listen to him and get closer.
âPlease donât tell dad.â You beg. There was no point in denying anymore. He knew.
He chuckles then, and furrows his brows, looking at you funny. God, you just wish all this would be over already. It felt humiliating.
âYou think Iâd tell Toto about how his daughter is pleasuring herself to the thought of me?â
His words come out as a whisper as he carefully moves a strand of hair behind your ear.
âI donât knowâŠâ
âWhat were you thinking about?â
You finally get the courage to look into his eyes then. Youâre not sure you heard him right.
âWhat?â
âI think you heard me just right, princess. What were you thinking about when you had these pretty fingers deep inside your pussy?â He asks, lifting your hand and pressing a few kisses to your fingers.
A whine almost escapes your mouth while youâre watching it happen. Youâve never heard Lewis talk like that, especially towards you, and it both sexually frustrated you as well as made you impossibly shy. A deep shade of red is present on your face and you seriously donât know if you should just risk it all and tell him about your little fantasies or act dumb about it.
âY/nâ
You snap out of it. âI-I donât know what to say, Lewis. This is so humiliating.â You sigh deeply, covering your face with your hands.
âHey, hey.â He shushed you, pulling you into his arms. He smelled so good, and his skin felt hot pressed against yours, even with the t-shirt you were wearing as a barrier. âNo need for that, bunny. Itâs just me.â His words come out as a whisper as he is moving his hand up and down your back. ââŠJust us.â
Lifting your head slowly, you look into his eyes and bite your lip. This was all you ever wanted. For him to want you back. And now that he finally hinted that he might be into you in that way, had you at a loss of words and action.
Fuck it, you thought. Itâs been too long. Too much time spent on secretive glances, crushing, overthinking, masturbating to the thought of him. Maybe you could finally get something out if it.
âI was thinking of you⊠Touching me.â
âGood girl. How was I touching you, hm?â The praise goes straight to your core as his head falls to your neck to press a few wet kisses, and you swore you could die right there on the spot. His hands squeeze your waist a little before traveling down to your ass, massaging patiently, waiting for you to respond to his question.
You moan at the action, getting lost in the feeling of him touching you like that. In a second, he lifts you up by your thighs and you unconsciously wrap your legs around his waist. He sits you on the counter then positions himself between your bare legs. His warm hands touch the insides of your thighs, making your breath hitch. You still canât believe this is happening.
âYou look so good in my clothesâŠâ He mumbles, lifting one of his hands to your shirt and squeezing your skin a little. When he reaches your breasts, he squeezes harder.
âMm⊠LewisâŠâ You whine pathetically, waiting for more.
âThatâs what you were moaning a few minutes ago, baby?â
You look up to find him staring at you intently with his teeth pulling at his lower lip. His eyes were darker, full of lust. You enjoy having him like this, you realized. A man, the man you dreamed about, about to pleasure you.
âYes.â You confess sincerely, batting your eyelashes at him.
âYouâre such a naughty girlâŠâ He whispers, touching your soft cheek with his finger.
His other hand starts wondering further underneath your shirt, and you find yourself opening your legs wider, waiting desperately for his touch. You can feel one of his fingers pressing against your clit only a few seconds later, and you canât help but moan already. He rubs tight, circular circles on your sensitive button and groans, pushing your body back. You lean back and let him lift your legs on the counter.
âShit, bunny. You look so delicious right now."
He reaches the band of your underwear and pulls on it urgently, leaving you bare in front of him. Normally you'd get self conscious everytime a man saw you naked, but for some reason that wasn't the case now. The desire to have Lewis eat you out was much bigger than any insecurity you may have. You grow impatient already just thinking about it and you feel your pussy clenching around nothing. He notices.
âIâm going to eat this pretty pussy.â
âPlease.â You say immediately, eager to feel his tongue on your most sensitive spot.
He pulls you closer to the edge of the counter and gets on his knees, holding onto your shaky legs. You played this scenario in your head over and over again so many times, and you craved to see it finally happen. You really need to see him.
Standing up a little, you think you might just pass out. There he was, propped between your legs, licking a fat stripe of your pussy. He makes eye contact then and moans, connecting his lips to your puffy clit and sucking, hard.
Your body twitches on instinct and you whimper, pushing your needy pussy into his face. He moans and starts licking up and down your cunt, pushing his tongue inside you from time to time.
âYes⊠Just like that.â You manage to say.
Heâs hungrily lapping at your cunt like he hadnât eaten in days, collecting all your sweet essence with his eager mouth. You canât help but yelp a little when you feel two of his thick, long fingers pushing inside your tight pussy. It stings a little, but he doesnât let you adjust, instead he pushes them deeper and curls them, making your eyes roll and your jaw drop.
âOh my god." You gasp, arching your back so hard that you think it might break in half. His mouth is still attached to your sensitive clit, pressing torturous licks on it.
He pulls away a little bit, looking at how his two fingers push in and out of you, all shiny with your juices. His darkened eyes were glued to your pussy, like he was hypnotized by the sight. And he was. Suddenly, his eyes snap to yours and you think youâd never seen something hotter in your entire life.
âLook at you, baby⊠Hear the sounds your pretty pussy is making for me? Youâre so fucking wet.â He humms and gives your puffy clit a sharp slap, fucking his fingers faster inside you.
You scream his name, like you always dreamed of doing. Youâre desperately trying to hump his hand to get more, already feeling the familiar tightness in your lower stomach building rapidly. He doesnât like that, so he quickly pushes your hips down with his free hand, keeping you in place. You donât get to protest, because then he curls his fingers right on your g-spot, having your body tense immediately. Youâre almost breathless and trashing your tiny body on his counter, and when he gets his hand on you and starts to flick your clit with rapid movements, you know youâre done for.
âThatâs it. Cum all over my fingers like a good girl.â
You donât hear anything for a few seconds after that. Your ears are tingling, your toes are curling and your whole body is shaking violently. Your orgasm washes over you in an instant, your pussy clenching down on his two fingers.
While youâre busy trying to catch your breath, he doesnât stop. He continues to fuck you with his fingers, a bit slower now, and he reattached his mouth to your pussy, licking it slowly.
Feeling overstimulated, you immediately jerk away from his touch, twitching uncontrollably.
âN-no⊠too much!â You whimper, pushing his head back.
âMm.â He slowly removes his fingers, and you feel yourself clenching around nothing. Heâs chasing a trail of cum that your pussy is pushing out with his tongue and moans. âSuch a sweet pussy. Sweetest Iâve ever had.â He praises.
You donât say anything. Mostly because you canât. Your whole body feels like jelly, still shaky from the powerful orgasm you just had. But you knew he wasnât done with you yet. No, he gets up and grabs your chin forcefully, smashing your lips together. You can taste yourself on his lips and it makes your head spin and your pussy leak. Again.
When he finally pulls away, he takes a moment to look at your fucked out expression and humms, licking his lip.
âWas it good, bunny?â A smirk creeps out on his face.
âYesâŠâ You reply, the shyness taking place in you again as you batt your eyelashes at him.
âGoodâŠâ He whispers softly, tugging slowly on your bottom lip. âGod, I want to fuck you so bad right now.â
God, the things this man makes you feel. He just fucked you stupid with his mouth and fingers and now he wants to fuck your pussy? It had to be a dream.
You want to take advantage of this moment for as long as you can.
âFuck me, Lewis. I want it.â
The way you just look up at him so innocently but so seductive at the same time, with lips swollen, slightly messy hair and smudged mascara, makes his dick twitch. It isnât the first time heâs rock hard for you though. No. You never knew this, but he had his eyes on you too. For the past few months, at race weekend, everytime heâd see you, youâd have him losing his mind. Walking around in short skirts and crop tops, or those lovely sundresses you adore so much. It made his dick throb, and he had to make up some excuses a few times just to run back to his driverâs room and touch himself. But he wasnât only attracted to you because of those things. Your energy captivated him completely, and he knew he wasnât the only one dreaming about having you. He wasnât blind, nor stupid. He saw the way the other younger drivers or random people in the pit crew looked at you. How they smiled at you or tried to make you laugh, subtly touching you. It made him feral.
Toto was his boss. They go way back. Lewis admired your father, in many ways, and the bond they formed through working together was tight, for sure. He knew about the stupid rule he had for you, about dating or messing around with the drivers, and he respected that. Up until recently, when he started looking at you in a different light, and the rule suddenly frustrated him deeply. He never had a problem staying away from you. The need to protect you was the only thing on his mind. Then he started to finally see you.
How smart you were, how much joy you bring when you walk into a room. How everyone stops to look or listen to you when you talk. How adventurous you are and openly emotional without a care about what other people might think of you. The way youâre always there for people, the warmth you possess. Your unintentional seductiveness. Your charm.
Now, he had you exactly where he wanted. He wasnât sure at first if he should tell you that he heard your sweet sounds when you masturbated to the thought of him, but he became desperate. All he needed was confirmation that you felt the same way about him as he felt about you. And he got it. He wasnât gonna let you slip away this time. And he was done thinking about how complicated the situation is with your father.
Grabbing at your hand, he helps you get off the counter. You look at him confused, scared that he might realize that everything was a mistake and heâd changed his mind. But the thought quickly vanishes when he starts kissing your neck and nipping at your skin, lifting your shirt with his hands.
âIâm not gonna fuck you in a kitchen. My sweet baby deserves a bed, no?â His raspy voice sends goosebumps on your skin and you nod, letting him walk you backwards to his room, as he finally manages to get rid of the only material left on your body.
When you get to his room, he carefully pushes you on the bed, with him on top. The cold air in the room hits your sensitive flesh and makes your nipples harden. Licking your lips, you raise your head from the soft pillow to look at him. His gaze is darkened and his bottom lip sits between his teeth, pulling at it desperately, like he was trying so hard to keep his control. You wanted him to lose it. All of it.
âPlease, Lewis⊠Fuck me. Wanted this for so long.â A whine escapes your lips and you pout, caging his body between your legs as your legs wrap tightly around his torso.
Your confession made him groan. He wanted to keep this moment in his memory forever. How needy you are begging for him to fuck you, how pretty you looked all spread out on his bed, with your hair tousled on his pillow, your lips puffy from his kisses and your eyes glossy and dazed.
Finally, he gets rid of the shorts he was wearing, pulling them off along with his boxers. You're left speechless as you shamelessly stare at his very erect cock. It's thick and you can spot a few angry veins almost popping, running up towards the head. It's standing proud and tall glued to his pelvis, almost reaching his belly button, and it has your mouth water.
He notices how you stare at him with your cheeks flushed and your lip between your teeth and smirks, tapping your thigh a few times to get your attention.
"What's wrong, baby?"
"It's so big..."
"Yeah? Never had a real man before, princess?" He asks, raising your leg to his shoulder and pressing soft kisses on your soft skin while maintaining eye contact with you.
You shake your head timidly.
"Gonna make you feel so good. You trust me?"
"Yes." You respond immediately, squirming under him.
"Just hold on for a sec. I gotta have some condoms in here." He lets go of your leg and leans towards his nightstand to search for the condoms.
"W-wait." You stopped him, pressing a hand to his chest. You were anxious when your next words left your lips. "I... I'm clean, and on birth control, so if you want, there's no need for that."
He turned his head to look at you and stopped in his tracks.
"Want me to fuck you bare, bunny?" He reached a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear and looked at you lovingly, with a grin on his face.
"Mhm." You mumbled, nodding your head. "If that's okay with you, of course!" You rushed the words out.
"I'm more than okay with that." He hummed, caressing your hip with his thumb. "Come 'ere."
He pulled you lower on the bed and leaned forward, gripping your cheeks and smashing his lips with yours. He kisses you slow at first, taking his time to taste you. Then, as his hands start to explore your naked body, it turns wild. You feel dizzy as you wrap your hands around his neck to bring him even closer and your hot bodies stick to each other. It feels so intimate, you've never experienced something like this with someone before. His erection is standing right between your legs and it makes you raise your hips eagerly. You want him inside already.
"So eager." He whispers and smirks, pulling away a bit.
You glance down and lick your lips as he lines himself up, watching him tap your clit a few times with his cock, then pushing his head through your sensitive folds to collect all your juices. It sends jolts of electricity through your body and you whimper, spreading yourself a bit more. When he finally slides in, it's so overwhelming that you let your mouth hang open with a loud moan. The stretch is stinging a lot, but there's another sensation that comes with it that makes it so pleasurable at the same time.
Lewis watches you carefully and stills his movements, to let you adjust to his size. Your eyebrows are slightly furrowed as you try to relax as much as you can to accomodate your thight walls around him. Once you feel the pain diminuate a bit you nod your head, letting him know that he can move further.
He slips in a little more then and lets himself moan at the heavenly feeling of your bare, tight pussy squeezing him tightly.
"Doing sooo good, baby. Taking me like a pro." He praises, moving your damp hair out of your face.
He bottoms out inside you and you whimper. He's so deep that you could swear you felt it in your stomach, but you want more.
As if he could read your mind, he slowly pulls out a bit then pushes himself inside again, making you let out tiny mewls and moans as you got to feel every ridge and vein of his cock. Lewis humms and buries his face in your neck, leaving wet, hot kisses all over it before going down to your breasts and taking one of them in his mouth and swirling his tongue around your hard, sensitive nipple. He starts to thrust his hips in a steady rhythm while taking your other breast in his mouth and all you can do is arch your back and whine, overwhelmed by the intense feeling.
"So fucking tight." He hissed, leaning back to grab your thighs and lift them on his shoulders, the new position allowing him to hit your spot better. You felt so full of him, and you were ready to cry from the pleasure.
"Lewis." You let out a loud moan and touch his abs, scratching them as he suddenly surprises you with a rougher pace that makes you roll your eyes back and let out a cry.
âShit.â He curses, groaning when he feels your pussy clench around his fat cock. âThought about fucking this pretty pussy every single day lately. And now look at you, all fucked out on my bed.â
His words make your head spin. You had no idea he thought about this just like you did, so many times.
âY-you thought about me?â You manage to ask between moans, looking down for a second to catch a glimpse of his dick sliding in and out of you at a fast pace.
He went in for a messy kiss then pulled back a little, looking at you with half closed eyes. âYou have no idea.â He mutters, grabbing your neck softly.
The sounds in the room are intoxicating. Itâs filled with heavy breaths, moans, skin slapping repeatedly and the filthy sound of your impossibly wet pussy getting filled to the brim by Lewis. Your gaze is locked with his and it feels like thereâs just the two of you left in this world. Nothing matters anymore. Not your dad, not your age gap, nothing. Itâs so intense and intimate that it almost has your heart burst out of your chest.
Your thighs are trembling as he folds them to your chest, and your hands are frantically searching for something to grip onto, while incoherent sounds are dripping off your lips.
âYou wanna cum, princess?â He asks, smirking down at you.
âYes! Yes, please please donât stop.â You beg, shaking your head as short screams leave your mouth.
Heâs quick to drag a hand down to your pussy and starts rubbing your clit harshly with his thumb to force your release. The added pleasure makes you pulsate rapidly around his cock and you find yourself arching your back off the mattress again, struggling to breathe as your orgasm is nearing quickly.
âCome on, want you to make a mess on this cock, baby. Can you do that for me?â
You nod your head pathetically and yelp when he pinches your swollen clit, letting out a loud cry as your orgasm washes over you. It hits you so quickly and so violently that it makes your breath get stuck and your eyes squeeze shut while your legs are uncontrollably shaking. Your juices are dripping down Lewisâs cock and onto the mattress underneath you, and itâs a sight to die for as he watches it all happen.
âGood girl. Did so good fâ me.â He coos, but doesnât stop the movements of his hips, although he slows down a bit to let you come down from your orgasm.
When you open your eyes to look at him, you find him already looking at you, with an enamored expression on his face. His hand is softly caressing your thigh while he is admiring the post-orgasmic glow of your skin.
Soon enough, he is picking up his pace again and you whine in discomfort and overstimulation, furrowing your brows.
âCanât. Please. Canât.â You squirm underneath him.
âYou can, baby. Come on, just a little bit more.â
Using his arms, he spreads your legs wider so he can have more access to you. His thrusts quicken again and his fingers attaches themselves to your clit again, pressing into it in circular motions. You were squeezing him so tightly that he could barely move inside you but he pulled through, ramming his hips into yours with brutal force, trying to chase his own release.
âOh.â You gasped and glued your eyes down to where your cunt was greedily sucking him in. Your milky essence is visible at the base of his cock and the sight is downright filthy.
âFuck.â He grunts, also watching where you two are connected before he lunges towards you and grips your neck more tightly and yanks you forward a bit. You prop up on your elbows and look at him with wide, doe eyes, moaning uncontrollably. âWhere do you want it, bunny?â
âInside!â You respond immediately, placing one of your hands around his wrist. âWant you to come inside me. Please.â
Your eagerness to take his cum inside your tiny walls makes him shiver with enthusiasm. His tip hits your g-spot with every powerful snap of his hips and it made you part your lips in bliss. Lewis takes the opportunity to slide his tongue inside your mouth, kissing you messily. You suddenly start to feel a different kind of pressure at the pits of your stomach and you wince, pulling back from the kiss.
âLewis⊠I think thereâs something wrong. Feels different.â You slurred, your eyes widening in fear.
âItâs alright, baby. Iâm here. Give me one more, yeah?â He grunted, flicking at your clit with his palm rapidly.
The bed is moving with the rhythm of his aggressive thrusts and you feel your muscles contract and twitch with every move. Youâre fluttering around him desperately as you scratch down his back with your polished nails and he moans deeply.
âFuck. Gonna stuff this cunt. Come on, come for me. again, baby.â You know he is close by how much you can feel him throb inside of you.
With a particularly sharp thrust your orgasm washes over you, and you scream, letting your back fall on the mattress as you squirted, your juices making a mess on both you and Lewis. The sight makes him burst instantly and he groans, throwing his head back while he stills inside of you, pumping you full of his cum.
Youâve never done this before. I mean, you definitely heard of squirting, but no one was ever able to get you to this stage. You quickly become self conscious. What if he didnât like it? What if he found you disgusting now? Terrified, you look up to him only to find out how wrong you were. He is already looking your way, with a huge smirk on his face.
âLook at that. My girl squirted all over the place.â
You blush deeply at his words and cover your face with your hands, but he is quick to grab them and pin them to the bed around your head.
âWhy are you hiding? Whatâs wrong?â He chuckled, amused by the childish action.
âI⊠Iâve never done that before.â
âDid it feel good though?â He asked with a smug grin.
âMhmâŠâ You bite your lip and writhe slightly, making him moan at the sudden movement.
He carefully pulls out of you and leans back on his heels, only to see both of your releases slowly drip out of your cunt. He humms and brings two fingers there to massage around your hole, and then he pushes them inside, fucking the cum back into you.
You whine and he stops, looking back at you.
âWait here for a second, hm? Iâm going to draw you a bath.â
You nod and thank him quietly, watching him lovestruck as he gets up from the bed, collects his boxers from the floor and pulls them on, then disappears to the bathroom.
Few minutes later youâre both in the tub, your back is pressed against his chest and your eyes are closed in relaxation while he is lazily running his hand through your hair.
Even though the silence is comfortable, you canât help but start to overthink. What was he thinking about? You didnât necessarily think he regretted what you did, but what did it mean? Was he going to ghost you after that? Act like nothing ever happened? You wouldnât judge him, especially considering the situation with your father, but you hoped that it wouldnât be the case. Part of you was convinced that he wouldnât just leave you in the dark like that. That wasnât Lewis. Could never be Lewis. But your insecurities are still eating you alive.
Then he takes you by surprise again by reading your mind. âWhat are you thinking about?â
âI was actually wondering what were you thinking about.â You chuckle, leaning your head back a bit to look at him. God, how can this man be so beautiful?
He smiles softly and nuzzles his nose along your cheek, pressing a sweet and tender kiss to it.
You let out a breath and sigh, closing your eyes at the sensation. âI was just asking myself⊠what now, I guess.â You shrugged, with a heavy heart.
He furrows his brows and grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him. âWhat do you want?â
You gulped and licked your lips, looking at him through your lashes. âI want you.â
âThen you have me. And you know I want you too. But itâs going to be a lot more complicated than that.â He whispers to you and you feel your heart drop on the spot, afraid of what he might be insinuating.
Noticing the broken look in your eyes, he quickly places his hands on both your cheeks and leans forward. âWhat I mean by that is, that we should be careful. I know keeping things a secret isnât healthy, but giving the circumstances, I donât think it would benefit either of us right now if someone found out about what we have going on. I promise that it wonât last forever, I would never keep you a secret, but for now thatâs just the way things are.â
You take in his words. You know he is right. And youâll take anything as long as it means that heâll be finally yours. Even though the thought of keeping a secret like that, especially from your dad, makes you feel uneasy. But youâre so ready to give it a shot, just for him. What if everything turns out alright in the end?
âI know. And I understand.â You nodded, closing your eyes and pressing your lips against his in a tender kiss.
When you pull back, he gives you a quick wink and a smile, tapping the inside of your thigh lightly. âCome on, letâs get you to bed.â
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Birds of a Feather || Old Man!Logan x Reader x Worst!Logan
summary: Logan loves you even if he can't say it but he knows that given his old age he's been lacking in the intimacy area. When a strange portal opens up and another Logan tumbles out of it, things get a little messy. (Or Worst Logan cucks Old Man Logan)
warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, fem!reader, cucking, fingering, rough sex, cum eating, masturbation, thigh riding, oral (female receiving), overstimulation, mating press, doggy style, dirty talk, kinda mean!worst logan (he taunts old man logan a lot), slight pain kink (Logan), ass play, nipple play, breast play. Also neither logan ever interact with each other beyond talking.
a/n: Soooo Merry Christmas!! Here is my gift to all of you lmao. So to set a few things up, At the start both men are called Logan but a couple paragraphs in is when I separate them into James and Logan. I really hope it doesn't get confusing but I did my best lol. I really hope this lives up to peoples expectations im kinda nervous lol. Anyways happy holidays and I hope u love it!!!
Logan was an old man now. The adamantium was seeping itself into his blood. Killing him. It had been for years but with his healing factor starting to fail him the poisoning was truly taking its effect. He was weaker, tired. His heart was touched by a poison and it was turning him cold. There's only one good thing in his life now and it's you.
You're too kind. He tried to keep you away from his fucked up life but you were relentless. You were an experienced nurse who could take care of Charles. Free of charge. He fought you at every step of the way. Not wanting your pity. But he caved.Â
Eventually you started taking care of him too. You were just too pretty, too charming. He couldn't stay away. This old man doesn't believe he gets to be happy and you try to change his mind every day. He did his best to take care of you too but the one area he knows he's lacking is the sex life. He tries, he really does. But he's old and while you're the sexiest thing on the planet, sometimes he just can't keep it up or he just can't finish.
It's embarrassing. Humiliating. You wave him off, telling him that it's not a big deal. That he still pleases you in a million other ways. Riding his face, his big fingers, you don't need his cock to know that he can take care of you. But it still bothers him. Still you lived your lives and things were fine. Until something weird happened. Really fucking weird. A large yellow portal opened up in your house. Logan bared his claws and pushed you behind him, ready to fight whatever the hell stepped out of it.Â
To both of your shock another...him?Â
Beaten up and bruised but its him. He looked younger but his hair was in these little tuffs and he was wearing a god awful yellow suit. He was kind of cute. Is this what your Logan would have looked like when he was younger? You snap out of your thinking, this is another man. It's Logan but not Logan.Â
"Fucking shit!" The other Logan yells as the yellow door closes behind him.Â
"Wade you dumb motherfucker I'm going to rip your head off!" He roars. He turns around, wiping the blood from his face. His eyes go wide when he sees you. He calls your name and steps towards you. Your Logan growls, putting up his claws.Â
"Back the fuck up bub." The other Logan looks between the two of you and just narrows his eyes. Both their shiny claws come out to threaten the other.Â
"Logan?" You call softly. Both of the men turn to you.Â
"Can we just talk?" They look at each other and slowly retract their claws.Â
After getting both of them to calm down the other guy explains exactly how he got there. He's from another universe, another time. He was pulled from his world into this one by an asshole with a stupid face and red suit. His stupid friend was messing with a little time machine thingy he stole and now he's here. That was his summary of things. You...tried to grasp it. You live in a world with mutants so time travel and universe hopping wasn't exactly strange. But to see another Logan. He also keeps glancing at you.Â
Every time he does James, you've decided to start calling your Logan by his childhood name to make it easier, James tightens his grip on your hand. The way this other Logan looks at you, they're such sad eyes. He must have had a you in the other universe.Â
"You can stay with us for a while, until you can get back to your time." You offer sweetly.Â
"Thank you sweetheart." Logan's hands twitch, like he wants to reach out for you but he doesn't. James reluctantly gets up, pointing to the spare room and keeping his eyes on Logan's every move.Â
"Don't drink my liquor." James mumbles as he heads to your bedroom.Â
"He's the anchor being, really?" Logan whispers but you catch him.Â
"What was that?" Logan freezes and turns to you.
"Nothing sweets," He flashes a smile you know he's lying. This Logan has the same tell as your own.Â
"Who am I? In your world?" You ask curiously. Logan's face drops and he seems to close up.Â
"No one, just a friend." He stalks to his room and closes the door behind you. Sighing you wonder what you've got yourself into now.
Living with two wolverines was not easy. Especially for you. They didn't get along and you had to play peacemaker. It was exhausting. Logan was nice enough to you but closed off and James was pissed off and protective. You were worried they'd slit each other's throats.
Plus...it was hard living with two Logan's when they were both ridiculously attractive. You never wanted anyone else but James. But this was just confusing. He was James but he wasn't but he looked like him and fuck he was ripped. James had a body to envy but so did Logan.
You were ashamed to admit you thought about Logan, just a little bit. You never let it go far but your dreams ran wild. They were hot and dirty and you woke up feeling soaked and guilty. You didn't say a word to James or Logan. What good could come of that? But they're perceptive men and you could feel Logan's eyes on you in the mornings. James' too. You couldn't escape them forever.
You should have known something was up the moment you walked through the front door and saw both boys sitting together in the living room. Normally they'd stay far away from each other.
"Hi..." You say suspiciously as you set down the grocery bags.Â
"Come here." James pats his lap and you walk over. He pulls you down onto his knee and smashes his lips onto yours. You can't help but moan as his hand squeezes your ass.Â
"James!" You moan as you try to push him away. You look over at Logan who was watching with hungry eyes. Licking his lips as his eyes trail up and down your body.Â
"We had a talk sweetheart," Logan's voice is deep and primal as he stands up and grabs your chin.
"We both know what you want. The old man over here can't fuck you the way you want to be fucked." James tightens his grip on your waist as Logan flirts up a storm.Â
"I...James I-" You look at James with a guilty look on your face.Â
"It's okay honey, I want you to feel good." He says while glaring at Logan. He isn't going to just hand you over, but he knows you crave to be destroyed, ruined and he can't do that for you anymore. So reluctantly, he's going to let his other self fuck you.Â
"Rule one. You don't get to come inside." James situates you on his thigh. Slowly rocking you on it until you're squirming.Â
"Rule two. She says stop, you stop." Logan eyes your cleavage with a hungry look.Â
"And rule three. You don't get to kiss her." He says possessively.Â
Logan rolls his eyes but agrees to the terms. The three of you head to the bedroom. James sits on a chair facing the bed. He groans as his bones creak. You shoot him a worried look but he waves you off. Unbuttoning his pants and letting his cock free. Logan pulls your focus as he leaves hickeys up your shoulder, sucking on a particular spot on your neck.Â
"Shit.." You groan. How did he know that was your sweet spot? You don't have much time to think as you hear a claw come out. Logan waits and you nod your head. He cuts through your clothes and they fall to the floor in shreds.
"Fuck." Logan groans as his hands trail up your body. Your bare skin drives him nuts. He closes his eyes as he takes his time exploring. Committing your body to memory, each curve and dip.Â
"Missed this." He whispers softly for only him to hear.Â
"Lay down sweetheart." Logan hums and you obey. Crawling onto the bed as Logan sheds his yellow suit. Your eyes trail down his built chest to his already hard cock.Â
"Damn."Â
"As big as your boyfriends over there?" Logan says with a smirk.Â
He kneels onto the bed and grabs your legs, putting them around his waist as he bends down and goes back to biting your neck. Your nails dig into his biceps as you buck your hips. His cock presses against your thigh as he moves down your body. Stopping at your breasts, squeezing and teasing one of your nipples while sucking on the other. You whine when he bites down. Licking over the spot he bit.Â
"Sorry, I couldn't help myself." He smiles through his apology. He moves down your stomach and rests himself in between your legs.Â
"Let's see how sweet you taste." You gasp as he buries himself into your cunt. His hands locking you in place, not letting you move against his pleasurable assault.Â
"Logan!" You moan as you claw at his hair. Raking your hands through it until you find a grip. Pulling on it only eggs him on. His tongue moves against your clit over and over again. He refuses to let up as your moans get louder. You try to move but Logan growls like an animal.Â
"Don't fucking move." He licks his lips as he raises his head. He looks over to James and smirks.Â
"I see why you're so protective, wouldn't want to share a girl as sweet as this either." You look over to James who was slowly stroking his cock. It was painful watching another man feast on his cunt but he can see how much you're loving it.Â
"Play with your tits." James commands as Logan goes back down.Â
You listen and slowly play with your nipples. Squeezing your breasts and arching your back when Logan sticks his tongue into your cunt. Fuck he knows what he's doing.
"I can't- fuck! I-" Your back arches high as Logan sucks on your clit.Â
He doesn't let up. One of his hands lets go of your thigh and his thumb presses on your clit. His tongue is now moving to your cunt. You roll your hips as Logan fucks you with his tongue and rubs your clit with his thumb.
It's a deadly combination that leaves you helpless. You come around his tongue hard. He groans as you leak around him. Licking up the sweet taste until he's satisfied. As you start to relax you feel Logan's tongue back on your clit.Â
"Fuck!" You gasp in surprise as he places himself back on your cunt.Â
"Too much! Can't take it!" You claw at the sheets but Logan pays no mind.Â
"You can take it, always have you crying on my face." James says huskily.Â
He wants a taste, mouth watering at the sinful sounds of your went pussy. Tears threaten to fall as Logan shoves two fingers into your cunt. He fucks you like he knows you, curling his fingers just how you like it. The sounds of your cunt get louder as he roughly fingers you.Â
"One more come on, fuck give me one more." Logan props himself on his elbow as he pistons his fingers into you.Â
"No No I can't." You cry. You don't want him to stop but it's so overwhelming. It's too much pleasure.Â
"Yes you can." Logan cups your cheek and wipes away a stray tear.Â
"I got you," Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you come again. Your cunt clenching around his fingers as soak his hand. Both of them watch in awe as you make a mess.Â
"Knew you could take it." Logan takes his fingers out and sucks them clean. He eyes James who hasn't taken his eyes off your cunt.Â
"Want a taste old man?" You look over with pleading eyes at your boyfriend. You need him too. He winces as he stands up but leans down and gets between your legs.Â
"Shh baby, just want a taste." James squeezes your thighs softly.
Your cunt twitches as he leans down and takes a fat lick up. You're on edge from your previous orgasms and it's borderline painful. Both men look up at you when you gasp.Â
"I'm okay, just please be gentle." Your lips form into a small pout and James melts.Â
"Course baby," He takes a few soft licks and you sigh as Logan strokes his cock.Â
He takes your hand and wraps it around his cock. Fuck he's big and hard and leaking over your hand. You can't help but notice it's different from your Logan too. But you keep that thought to yourself. James grunts as he gets back to his feet. His beard slick with your juices. He slips two fingers into your cunt and pumps them slowly.Â
"Did so good, baby." He praises and you smile. You bite your lip and close your eyes as you take in James' thick fingers. They work you like magic, he knows you inside and out.Â
"Are you gonna take my cock now sweetheart?" Logan purrs in your ear.Â
"Tell me, what dirty fantasies do you have up there." Your breath catches in your throat as he cups your breasts in his hands.Â
"Any positions you want to try? Face down ass up is always a favorite of mine, or I can put your legs on my shoulders and press you into the mattress." You moan just picturing each scenario in your head.Â
"I can hold you against the wall. Bounce you on my cock so you're forced to take every inch of me.
"Even better, we can do all three." Logan lets go of you and nods his head, telling James to go sit down. James takes his fingers out and brings them to your lips, pushing them into your mouth as you suck on them like he trained you to do.Â
"You okay?" James asks and you nod.Â
"M'alright baby, are you okay?" You reach up and grab his hand, squeezing it gently. Is he still okay with this? If he's too uncomfortable you'd stop but he just smiles. He leans down and kisses your head, then moves to sit back down.Â
"You've been talking a lot of shit bub." James says gruffly as Logan nudges his cock at your cunt. You're on your back with Logan pressing your hands into the mattress.Â
"Don't worry old man, I'll take care of her." He slides in and you moan. He's going too slow, relishing with every inch.
"Faster!" You beg but Logan doesn't listen. Instead he pushes all the way in, balls deep and throbbing just being in your sweet cunt.Â
"Oh fuck yeah." Logan purrs as he draws his hips back, slamming them back into you.
His pace is slow and hard. He watches your breasts bounce with each thrust, enjoying the way they move because of him. He's still got you pinned down and you want to move, you want to hold onto him as he fucks you but he won't let you. Logan's got stamina and it's clear as he doesn't let up.Â
"Logan I-" He growls and pulls out much to your dismay. Manhandling you to your knees, grabbing your neck and forcing you to look right at James. You couldn't meet his eyes as Logan sinks back into you.Â
"Ah ah, don't you want him to see how good you feel?" Logan says in a mocking tone. Smirking as he sees the fire lit in James' eyes.
"It's okay baby." James says as your head falls down to the comforter. Logan's just so big. He's overpowering all of your senses. He just keeps going and going. Logan tilts his head back as he digs his fingers into your hips.Â
"Such a tight fucking cunt." He presses your face into the bed and grabs a handful of your ass. Pounding his hips into your pussy and loving every little noise he's fucking out of you.Â
"She likes it when you choke her." James says, his breath ragged as he watches you get fucked. Logan chuckles and puts his hand around your neck.
"Of course she does, such a dirty little whore you got on your hands." His mouth is filthy, the degradation pouring from his mouth with ease.
James mixes his praise with his meanness but Logan is pure filth. The pressure on your throat sends you into fucking orbit. A fat cock pounding your sweet spot and rough hand on your throat is lethally delicious. You could die happy.Â
"That's it, just let me use you sweetheart. Doesn't that sound fun? Being my little toy? Our little toy?" You look at James who's perked up at the mention of him, your cunt clenching around Logan's cock.Â
"Oh that got you interested huh?" Logan teases.Â
"You can be our plaything sweetheart, just nothing but a couple holes for us to use. Big man over here can stick his cock down your throat while I get the back." Logan rubs his hand along your ass, his thumb trailing down until its teasing your asshole.Â
"He ever been in here before?"Â
"O-Once." You mewl as he presses his thumb, not breeching you yet but knowing he could if he wanted to.Â
"Is it as tight as her cunt?" He asks James.Â
"Even tighter." James spreads his legs, he was getting hot. He sheds his jacket and unbuttons his white button up. Being this old and still ripped was so fucking unfair. His pants were already at his ankles and his cock was stirring just remembering that day.
How you cried and whined as he prepped you with his fingers. How fucking tight you felt when he slid his cock in. You were a mess, babbling and whining and begging to be ruined. James opens his eyes and sees you staring at him. Hunger in your eyes as you take in your handsome boyfriend. You may be getting fucked by another man but you only ever want James.Â
âMaybe next time." Logan moves his hands back up your body.
He sits back on his knees. His hands come to your breasts and pull you up so your back is against his chest. His cock somehow sits deeper as he bounces his hips up and down, spearing his cock deeper and deeper. One of his arms wraps around your waist while the other plays with your breasts.Â
"Logan!" You chant over and over. He's grunting in your ear whispering dirty things that only you can hear.Â
"I know you're loving this sweetheart, you may love the old man but you love my cock more." You whine, words failing you as you try and talk. You start to go limp in Logan's grasp so he tightens his hold.Â
"Come for me sweetheart, go on." He purrs as he lets go of your breasts to pleasure your clit. Rubbing small circles until you're squirming out of his grip, or trying to.
"It's okay, I got you." Logan whispers as you tilt your head back into his shoulder.Â
Eyes rolling back as you fully submit to the man. Your legs shake uncontrollably as you come harder than you have in a while. He holds you up as you melt, your vision blurring as you're sent to cloud nine. You were clawing at his arms, digging your nails into him until he bleed which only made things better for Logan as he humps you like a crazed animal. Grunting and groaning.Â
"Fuck!" He lets go of you to pull out, whimpering at the loss of your wet cunt.
He's rough with his hand as he jerks himself until he comes all over your back. Hot cum spurting from his cock and drenching itself on your skin. Your eyelids are heavy as you collapse into the bed, your body aches with a delicious sort of pain. With all the energy you could muster you glance over at James. He had cum staining his chest, breath ragged. He was worn out just from watching.Â
"I love you." You say softly, reaching out for him. Your hand doesn't make it very far so he meets you halfway. His pants pulled up and cum still on his stomach.Â
"Feel good baby?" He pets your head and you nod sleepily. Logan has gone off to take care of himself. Redressing into that god awful suit and coming back with a towel.Â
"Can I?" He looks over at James who nods. Gently he wipes his cum off your back, cooing when he accidently stimulates your clit again.Â
"Sorry sweetheart, just gotta get you nice and clean." Logan looks at James before leaning down and kissing your forehead.
James doesn't argue. Once you're cleaned up James tucks you into bed. He sits on the edge as you curl into his lap. Logan comes back with water and a towel for James. You're sound asleep by the time he's back. Logan smiles at you with a fondness that James can only recognize as love.Â
"You know her." Logan looks up and shrugs. "Heard her say she was just a friend. You were lying." James continues. He knows Logan was lying because they're one in the same. They may not like each other but they knew each other better than anyone ever could, even you.Â
"Look. You may think your life is fucking miserable but you had your family, you have her. You don't know how lucky you have it." Logan growls.Â
"Lucky? You think becoming a shell of who we were is lucky?" James feels the anger surging inside of him.Â
"At least she's alive in your world." Logan hisses. The truth comes out. Why Logan worked you like he already knew you, why he looked at you with such sad eyes. Why he listened to you. James caught all of it from the start but you never did. He looks down at you and you barely stir.Â
"What happens to us, in the future?" James asks while staring at you. Timelines don't need two of the same man and he knows that. He just needs to hear it. "I don't think I'm supposed to say." Logan mumbles.Â
"Who fucking cares?" Sighing Logan looks over at you before revealing the truth.Â
"You die and your world starts to fall apart, that's why I got pulled into it."
James knew that death was coming. He could feel it. He had been slowly dying his whole life. That's not what bothers him. There's only one thing holding him back in being ready for the end. You. He can't leave you alone but it sounds like he does anyway. Failing you once again.Â
"What about her? Is she okay?"Â
"Yes.â James nods, he doesnât ask what happens. He doesnât want to know. As long as youâre okay then thatâs all that matters.Â
âTake care of her. Please.â James asks, for once letting Logan see his gruff façade break.Â
It feels like an odd request. Both of them know it, but he wants you to be safe and protected and no one will love you more than him. In any timeline, any universe, he loves you.Â
âI will.â Logan promises.
The two of them donât share many words after that. Itâs not like theyâre suddenly friends now but theyâre less hostile towards each other.
Eventually the strange yellow portal appears once again and Logan leaves. The time he spent here feels like a fever dream. Maybe it was? But you notice that James holds you a little tighter for a little longer now. He also rests a little easier. He knows where heâs headed, whatâs to come.
But its a little easier knowing that no matter what, youâll always have him.Â
#logan howlett#logan howlett x reader#wolverine x reader#old man logan#logan howlett smut#wolverine smut#worst logan howlett
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I think the Batkids reaction to a Bruce who isn't de-aged to 8 but rather 29 (pre-Jason death, post his adoption) would be fascinating.Â
Their reaction would vary wildly:
Dick: Oh. Bruce is soft again. Bruce calls them âchumâ and âbuddyâ and gives head pats for no reason. He still isnât perfect, his communication skills are still a work in progress, but compared to his future self? Without actively dying Dick is hugged plenty. Bruce asks him to go to the zoo, unrelated to any case, just to spend time together. Dick is hit with more nostalgia and longing for the past than he knows what to do with.
Also notable: his dad is younger than him. That is something. Second, holy existential crisis Batman, his dad is younger than him and already one adult and one teenage kid??? Dick is not ready to feel this old yet. Third, Dick has absolutely no idea how Bruce managed to stay patient through his no-pants years. He is going to thank reason every day from now on that Damian wears full protection.
Jason: After his death and League he clung to an image of Bruce. One many tried to beat out of him, but he still kept it somewhere close to his heart, buried deep enough even he couldnât see it. When he came back Bruce wasnât like this idea of him. How stupid of him to believe the mind of a traumatized kid. Trying to create one good thing before the kid drew his last breath. Making up memories that never even existed.
But they did. Every smile and hug and even his words reflect the image tugged safely against his still-beating heart. His dad very clearly, very deeply loves him. Which is so much worse. Because he can understand why a Bruce, who never cared, didnât kill the Joker. But he cares. So why the fuck did he not kill the Joker?
Tim: The reason he joined the family, the reason why he became Robin in the first place was because he saw a problem when Bruce started self-destructing and thought âSomeone needs to fix that!â. Therefore he went and collected Dick, who didnât seem keen on fixing it. So, the job fell to him to fix it.
He thought he did a good job, he thought he fixed the problem. Except now he sees who Bruce was, and he knows he failed. Their Bruce is less soft, less affectionate, less like he was before. Batman needs a Robin and Tim didnât manage to be good enough of one to save him.Â
[Or: Tim has a guilt complex a hundred miles wide and blames himself for things that arenât his fault part 52]
Steph: Jason and she are very similar. Both come from the Narrows, both have a mother addicted to drugs and a shitty father. The differences start when Steph keeps waiting on the roof of their apartment for Batman to whisk her away, while Jason tries to steal the tires of the Batmobile and is taken in.
When Steph started out as Spoiler Bruce tried to keep her off the field, and obviously this one would too (even if he would probably be less paranoid about it), but she knows this Bruce would have also taken her in. This Bruce would be the father she always wished for when she sat on their roof and couldnât see any stars.Â
And she didnât get to have this because Jason went ahead and died. (Of course, she knows she isnât fair to the guy. Dying isnât fun⊠And she knows the only reason she lived is because he died. When Batman rescued her from Black Mask she was in such terrible shape that Leslie managed to convince the Worldâs Greatest Detective that she died. If Jason hadnât died Bruce wouldnât have been as paranoid, wouldnât have noticed her missing so soon, wouldnât have been as urgent in his response. Would have been just a minute slower, a minute which would have killed her. Just as it had Jason.)
For her, this Bruce is a distorted mirror into a past which never was.Â
Cass: This Bruce and B are not the same person. They donât move the same. In a fight, this Bruce is younger, faster, stronger. Doesnât compensate for a previously broken spine. Less experienced. Still one of the most experienced she knows, but less.Â
He still moves differently, outside a fight, less pain. More likely to engage in physical affection, more likely to hug and pat and talk. He talks more than B. B knows what she means without words. This Bruce doesnât.
She likes this Bruce, warmth, and softness. But not as much as B. He knows what she means, when she wants a hug, when she tells him âI love youâ without words. B doesnât need words. This Bruce doesnât know her, doesnât communicate like her. She wants B back.
Damian: At first, when this version of his father seemed uncanny and oddly familiar, he assumed it to be due to the stories of his mother. After all, she always told him tales about his father. He simply did not have the frame of reference to understand the kindness she spoke of. Clearly, the clash between the ideals of the League and the ones of his father causes these feelings, just as they did when he first entered the manor.
He presumed this to be the case until one day on patrol Batman laid a hand on his shoulder and told him he did a good job after no particularly impressive fight and he nearly called him âGraysonâ. Because the stories of his mother may have painted the picture of this version of his father, however, it wasnât what made it familiar; no, he knew this kindness. These hugs and compliments one would bestow upon a child. Compliments which, despite the indignity, still warm him. Because Grayson learned how to be a⊠caregiver from his father.
His father used to be like Grayson, used to be until his grief hardened him. Damian could have had this. Damian could have a brother and father who would- But he doesnât because of Todd. He loathes Todd. Loathes him for ruining the life he could have had.
Why did he die anyway? Damian certainly wouldnât have a problem escaping bonds created by the Joker, Damian would have disarmed the bomb in time, Damian would have never thrown this life away like he did.
[Or: Damian is a child who was raised by assassins and has unreasonable standards for fighting abilities and also is a child who needs to focus his rage on someone.]
Duke: He was neither there before Jason died nor in the aftermath [according to my math he was around 4 when Jason died] he joined the family when Jason was already back for 4 years or so. He mostly skipped all the drama. For him, Bruce is the way Bruce is because he is Bruce. Itâs weird to see him so different, to see how grief shaped parts of Bruce which Duke assumed were just Bruce things.
Heâs glad this Bruce is brighter, or not because it just highlights how much that light will dim? Who knows, certainly not him.Â
What he does know is that, with their Bruce, he has a distance which, with his parents still alive, he appreciates. With this Bruce, he can understand why Dick struggled so much whether he wants to be his ward or son, how he doesnât want to replace his parents but still have this Bruce as a dad. It definitely explained the ted talk Dick tried to give him after Bruce officially took him in as a ward.
He likes this Bruce well enough, but he doesnât necessarily want him to stay this way. Yes, their Bruce is less happy, less open but he did heal, he did grow. Duke met a Bruce who tried to learn from his mistakes, learned to communicate better, and learned when to pull and when to push. For Tim, Damian, Dick, and certainly Jason there is too much baggage, too much history in their relationships, itâs difficult for them to ever move past- anything really.
Sure, when Dick and Bruce are on the same page they are essentially invincible but then the past catches up again and they donât talk to each other for months. And honestly? Apart from Cass, Dukeâs pretty sure he has one of the best relationships with Bruce simply because he got to know him at a better time.
Duke doesnât mind this Bruce. But their Bruce loved Jason, cared for him so deeply the scars still show to this day. And he still chooses to open up again even if just a bit by bit. Even if just Duke can see it. He is used to being the only one that can see.
And maybe knowing this care extends to him, this love even grief canât shake? Maybe it makes him feel just a little bit safer, a little bit warmer, a little bit brighter.
#Anyway Alfred is just very sad.#Also i like to believe Bruce learned from each of his kids#just that Dick wanted space and Jason closeness#Tim just wanted Bruce to be more careful and steph wanted him to do more#and bruce kind of tried to learn and then applied the thing that would have been amazing for one kid for another who hates it#by now he kind of gets that one solution isn't going to work for all his kids.#but his relationships are already strained#bruce wayne#jason todd#cassandra cain#dick grayson#tim drake#damian wayne#duke thomas#batfam#batfamily#stephanie brown#batdad#de aging#fic ideas#batman#i have thoughts on Steph & Jason parallels#most of them come from writers not caring about steph but still#that makes them even more interesting to me
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Wearing their jackets (slasher edition)
I need to write slasher stuff more.... I also need to watch scream like I said I would... and other films... but alas cotl rot is too strong
Characters: Jason, brahms, bubba, Thomas, Michael
Notes: reader is gn, cold weather baby!!, in Michael's bit yoy wear his coveralls because he refuses to throw a jacket over it
CWs: none
JASON
Built like a polar bear, he's so used to the cold that he just shrugs it off as he goes into the woods to get fire wood for you
Actually offers his jacket to you until he can get a fire started to keep you warm- he doesn't want you to get sick! Don't worry about him! Especially if this is zombie Jason, the cold doesn't really.. effect his undead body that much...
Doesn't mind it if you steal his jacket from him, he takes it as you being cold- but if you explain that it's partly because you miss him he feels.. bad.. he didn't mean to take so long in the woods he promises
Even if you said it jokingly he's going to do his best to make up for his brief absence
BUBBA
let me tell you, as someone who lives in texas: the winters get brutal. Incredibly cold, he's definitely got at least one coat somewhere... and even if he only had one he would let you take it
But... please stay close to him by the heater, he knows you probably want to go do something else with him but it's truly too cold to not be able to do much else without freezing in their old house- even worse if this takes place in their new home in the second film... underground
He thinks you look really cute in his coat and he tries to let you know that- hes... a little bashful but you think it's sweet
You both probably end up cuddling into one another under the coat together
THOMAS
Once more: texas gets incredibly cold in the winter depending on the time of year and where you are. He's got a coat somewhere
Not that that he really uses it, built like a polar bear like Jason. He tolerates cold pretty well, hardly seems phased by it.. he's so laser focused on his chores and work around the house that you often find him still working outside
And he's given his coat to you because you have a lower tolerance than him... maybe you can convince him to come snuggle with you under it? Maybe? He'd hate to leave his chores unfinished but he doesn't like saying no to you
Very heavy coat, very thick
MICHAEL
Completely unphased by the cold, he also doesn't have a jacket. The best you can do is take his coveralls when you FINALLY convince him to take them off so they can be washed
Does not like sharing his things, the likelihood of him humoring you after you put them in is low. May actually take them off of you himself... not incredibly rough but there's intention to yoink them back
If you're cold then go get a blanket or you're own jacket... why steal his things without asking?
It completely flies over his head that jacket (or rather clothing) stealing is common for couples
BRAHMS
Move over give him his sweater back he's FREEZING! If he needs to he's going to wear the sweater with you in it!
HATES the cold and he's going to make it everyone else's problem, please don't let him catch a fever reader! Please!
Fire place? Lit. Blankets? Gathered. Sweaters? Worn. You're more likely to see him leave the walls during the colder months so he can snag your body heat, too
Lets it go to his head if you let slip that you stole his sweater because you missed him... hes basically hovering over now- well, more than he did before
#slasher imagine#slasher x reader#slasher x you#slashers x you#slashers imagine#slashers x reader#jason vorhees x reader#jason vorhees imagine#jason voorhees x reader#jason x reader#jason voorhees imagine#bubba sawyer x you#bubba sawyer imagine#bubba sawyer x reader#thomas hewitt x you#thomas hewitt x reader#thomas hewitt imagine#michael myers x you#michael myers imagine#michael myers x reader#canon x reader#canon x you#x reader#brahms x you#brahms heelshire x reader#brahms imagine#brahms heelshire imagine#brahms x reader
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â Better when you're here â
Masterlist
Pairing: Sad!king!aegon x sister!reader
A/N: #needthat
Warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, pure filth, aegon whines so much I lost count, heavy mommy kink, sub aegon, fingering, piv sex, slight handjob, titty sucking (yes again), sad aegon.
Summary: Sad and needy Aegon just needs mummy to make him feel better :((((
Word count: 2.2k (pretty short blurb)
The gardens were your favourite place in the Red Keep, it was often quiet. And not to mention the beautiful view of the sea. You sat at one of the tableâs in an alcove, it was nice and tucked away, giving you your own private space.
You read some book for a while and enjoyed your wine and lemoncakes. Because you never knew when it would be the last time you could sit here. You had been of age for two years now, and even though you have avoided marriage for quite a while, you never knew what your grandsire Otto Hightower had in mind.Â
Now you had at least some security since your eldest brother Aegon was now king and everyone was distracted by the war that loomed over Westeros like a black cloud. Only a few more drops of rain to form before the whole thing came crashing down.Â
Frustration and anxiety filled everyone's hearts and it was hard to pretend nothing was wrong. But the person you feared most right now was Aemond, he seemed to lose control everyday and he shocked the realm when he killed his own fourteen year old nephew at Stormâs End. However he was now to marry too, to some Baratheon girl and you knew that soon they would use you too, to make alliances with houses. Binded by a meaningless marriage.
You felt like it was all you were good for, and you saw how it affected Helaena and Aegon. Your heart broke for her, she wanted nothing more than to be left alone and live in peace, yet she must be queen. Aegon was of course also affected by this, ever since he became king he drank more than ever before and had even grown a bit of a belly. Still he remained of a nice physique.Â
You couldnât even remember the last time you rode your dragons with him. He didnât have much of a relationship with Helaena, seeing her more as his quiet sister than his wife and queen and for some reason it seemed better that way. She would be left alone more.Â
But you and Aegon were a different story, you liked to sneak around and have fun with him. He might not be a great king or a good man but he was a good brother to you. And you saw things in him that no one else seemed to. The crown seemed to only stress him out and you knew that he just wanted to live out his days drinking wine and relaxing but your mother and grandsire had other plans.Â
As of late you couldnât see him much, council meetings took a great part of the day and he would always hide in his chambers afterwards. Your mother seemed to keep you away from him, for what reason you didnât know. Your days went from watching Aemond train, flying around KIngâs Landing with Aegon and running around the Red Keep with friends to praying at the Sept, locked inside your chamber or helping Helaena with embroidery. That is why the gardens offered a nice escape.
Soon you would pay a visit to your elder sister and her twins. After a morning at the sept with your mother and sister you needed some alone time. But Helaena was always a calming and nice presence and it was good to keep her company.
After reading the last sentence of a chapter you closed the book, and decided it would be nice to sow with Helaena. As you walked through the halls of the red keep numerous âyour graceâ and âprincesâ surrounded you, staff getting out of your way. You ascended the stairs in the throne room, it was empty. Soon it would be supper time but there was enough time.
When you reached Helaenaâs door you could already hear your niece and nephew playing, which put a smile on your face. You knocked twice and a handmaiden opened, letting you inside. Helaena was sitting on some blankets and pillows, already embroidering what looked like a blanket. She looked up and slightly smiled when you joined her side, children playing on their own blanket.Â
Getting handed some thread, a needle and a new fabric, as was the routine, you began to work on something for Aegon and if you worked hard enough you could bring it to him tonight. When you were about finished, a servant came in to fetch you and Helaena for supper with the family.
But when you arrived only Aemond, Alicent and Otto were there, Aegonâs seat was empty. Silently you both joined them and began eating without him. Supper was tense and silent as it had been for about a month now. When you had finished, you excused yourself and fetched the doublet you had finished before supper, wanting to bring a gift to your brother.Â
When you had fetched it you hurriedly made your way up to the king's bedchambers, you knew something was wrong with Aegon, all the stress had probably gotten to him. When you had almost reached the door Ser Criston Cole stood guard there. He bowed his head before he spoke; âPrincess, the king does not wish to be disturbed right now.â He said politely.Â
âI understand, but I have something to cheer him up, so please, let me enter.â Ser Criston seemed to think about it, before releasing a sigh and opening the door for you, very softly as to not disturb his grace. You stepped inside and Cole just as softly as he opened the door, closed it again. It was now dark and Aegonâs fire was lit as he sat in a chair in front of it, you could hear the sobs coming from him. It broke your heart.Â
You quietly made your way towards him. âAegon?â You called out. He didnât lift his head. You walked around him so you were standing in front of him, he looked up with red stained cheeks, and red, tear filled eyes. âOh Aeg- what happened?â You asked him, instead of answering he buried his head into your stomach, his hand gripping your dress as he sobbed into it. The doublet falling on the ground.
You caressed his messy short silver locks and he continued to sob for a while, in your embrace. Then he seemed to speak up; âThey- donât care about- me-â He choked against you in between sobs. âWho doesnât care about you?â You were confused but he lifted his head from your now tear stained dress. âThe- the- council- mother- my own hand- they donât- care-!â He sobbed as he looked at you desperately.Â
But to your surprise he pulled you in his lap as his hands were still clinging to your dress. You gasped as you landed on his thighs, he buried his face in your chest instead and continued to cry, the doublet on the ground, forgotten. âAegon they do care, especially mother, they just want the best for you. To help guide you since they have knowledge of war-â âNo! They all hate me- everyone of them!â His breath on your skin gave you goosebumps. His hand now rested on your hip, keeping you in place.Â
âYouâre the only one who loves me- I see that now- my beautiful smart sister.â He seemed to have exhausted his tears as they now stopped, he breathed heavily against your chest, nuzzling his face against your breasts. He must have had wine. âYou love me? Right sister?â He mumbled against your breasts. âOf course I do, so incredibly much. I would do anything for you.â You soothed him, hand still grazing through his silver locks. His purple eyes stared up at you and he smiled slightly.
âAnything?â He asked softly. âOf course, you are not only my brother but my king.â You smiled, placing a kiss on his forehead. This stirred something in him and he breathed heavier again. His face and especially his nose grazed your neck and jaw, lips ghosting over the warm skin. Your own breath hitched in your throat at the feeling. âAeg-â He ignored you and started to kiss and nip at the soft skin. You lightly gasped at the feeling, and then you felt something hard against your thigh.Â
âBrother I donât think we should-â He stopped and looked at you with teary eyes. âI need this- I need you. Please- just- just let me make you feel good. To thank you. Please mummy.â That last part was whined against your chest where he let his hand graze the low neckline of your dress. Since it was warm earlier, it was quite thin and loose. Your body felt hot at his words, your lower stomach filled with an ache you didnât understand.
His hand started then at the bottom of your leg, underneath your dress, as he caressed your leg moving up and up where you didnât know you needed him. âIâm so hard for you mummy. All because of you.â He whined. His hand had finally reached your core, two of his fingers rubbing over your smallclothes, which were already wet with your slick. âAegon-â You moaned, sparks went off in your body at his touch, you had no idea what he was doing to you but seven hells did it feel good. You hoped he would never stop, but still it felt wrong and guilt consumed you. Yet you didnât stop him.
His other hand that didnât tease your clothed clit was still busy with your neckline. The dress was loose enough for him to pull it down so your tits would fall out. He wasted no time in sucking on them. The feeling of his warm wet tongue sucking on your nipple made you release a moan. It felt way too good, it had to be a sin. Aegon himself moaned around your breast, bucking his hips up in need for friction. All your will to stop him had left you. Desire clouding your mind. You moved so that both of your legs were now on either side of his lap, the chair was big and comfortable enough to allow this.Â
Aegon released your nipple but never moved his hand from teasing you. But when you sat down, his hand trapped, he removed it and pulled at your dress, eager to remove it. You didnât know why you did it, but you needed him. You helped him remove your dress and shimmied out of your small clothes as well. âNeed to be inside you mummy.â You gasped at his fingers sliding through your now bare slit. His fingers then stimulating your clit. Your breath hitched when he put a finger inside you, going deeper until he found that spot that would make you see stars. He stretched you out a bit for a while until he got too impatient and grabbed your hand to place between you, over his bulge.Â
You instinctively squeezed it making him gasp. He moved your hand and quickly undid his breeches himself. He then reached for your hand again and helped you stroke his thick veiny cock. Pre cum started to dribble out over both your hands. And Aegon groaned at the sight. When he was almost about to cum for your hand alone, he removed it, as he did, he removed his fingers inside your cunt as well. Grabbing your hips instead, his cock was so hard it hurt and the feeling of his tip hitting your warm slick entrance almost made him cry out. He used one hand to guide his cock better inside you and you winced in pain. âItâll be better soon, I promise.â He said softly.Â
You whispered okay and he buried himself deeper inside until he was fully sheathed inside you. Your clit hit his pelvic bone and a bolt of pleasure shot through you. You felt so sensitive and weak. When you felt like the pain went away you slowly started to grind and bounce on his cock, testing the waters. He whimpered in response, it just felt so good for him. He held on to your hips so you could start a steady rhythm and he knew he wouldn't last long. âSo tight mummy- feels so good.â He sobbed. Squelching and slapping noises filled the room and you both forgot all about a certain guard outside.Â
Both of your moans filled each other's mouths as you held on tight to each other. Lost in pleasure you chase your release and started riding him faster, Aegon started to fuck up into you in response chasing his own high. âMummy- I-Iâm close- please- gonna fill you so good.â Aegon whined. This only spurred you on and soon you clenched down on his cock, fire striking through you, you had never felt such insane pleasure in your life. Aegon did not stop fucking into you though and only moments later he cried out as his warm seed filled you. He squeezed you against him tightly to hold you in place.Â
He came so much it started to drip out along his shaft, onto his balls and some drops even landed on the floor. You both caught your breath and Aegon didnât let go of you. But after a few moments his grip loosened and you winced when his softening cock left you. He whined at your warm body getting up but you soothed him, just getting the rest of his clothes off and helping him to the bed. You laid down as well and he immediately crawled up against your chest. âThank you mummy.â
#house of the dragon#hotd#hotd smut#aegon x reader#aegon ii targaryen x reader#someone stop me from writing for these silver haired men#aegon targaryen x reader smut#aegon targaryen smut#aegon targaryen x reader#king aegon#sub aegon#aegon targaryen x fem reader smut#aegon targaryen x fem reader
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To Protect Them
Another DPxDC idea with twins Danny and Damian.
'He knows.'
That was only message Danny received before he felt like he had dropped in freezing cold Arctic waters naked and felt if he remembered to breathe at this moment he would see his own breath, even though he had an ice core and no longer felt actual cold anymore, and for a moment the world around him faded into nothing.
No sound, no touch, not even smell.
Nothing.
Then like a supernova, everything around him exploded.
Everything was too loud, to strong, his skin felt hot and cold at the same time somehow. The feeling of dread crawled up his body.
He needed to go.
Run.
This message was his only warning. The only thing his birth mother could send him in regards of help. He knows it, he knows she can't do anything else but this. He also knows she wants to do more but in order continue to be the eyes and ears inside of the hellhole he once called home, a place he both hated and feared yet somehow still loved if only for the memories of his mother and brother, she could not do anything more.
"Hey Dann-o! Anything good in the mail today!?" Came the loud voice of Jack Fenton, his adopted dad, from the doorway. The same man who took one look at a muddy, dirty, tense, untrusting, almost fully feral little six year old Danyal al Ghul who held onto his only daughter hand when she dragged him home after finding him behind the Nasty Burger looking for food, and decided point blank that he was now a Fenton. That Danny, Daniel was his son as if he always was.
Danny could feel his lip tremble when he realized if he ran, if he booked it out of Amity now, the people he loved, the people he would happily die for, would be targeted. It wouldn't matter if he faked his death, or just left with no warning and never contacted them ever, ever again.
They would be killed for just knowing him.
For their deaths would be his punishment.
Danny could feel the rest of the mail in his hands, the ones he had went outside to get before breakfast cause his mom asked him to, fall out of them, the only one staying was the message from his birth mother. He took in a shaky uneven breath and turned around.
His face no doubt was pale, paler than it normally was, and his body trembled, and Danny had no doubt that despite all the training he had learned when he was in the League that even if he brought it out and pretended he was fine, his dad would be able to tell something was wrong.
Because his dad's happy cheerful face shifted to a concerned worried frown, a frown Danny hadn't seen in a few years, a frown that was common when Danny would wake in the middle of the night screaming, begging, or cursing in his native language or when he would be spooked enough to reach for a knife. But even with those moments the man never ever found fault in Danny, instead he would lower his voice and speak softly to Danny, waiting until he calmed down before asking if it would be okay to touch or hug him. Then he would sit with Danny for hours, keeping his normally loud and booming voice soft as he talked about random things, like family fudge recipes and how they came to be.
"Danny?" Jack asked softly as he took a small step forward, one of his hands lifted up as if asking permission to reach out.
Danny wanted nothing more than to rush into his dad's arms and hide in his large frame. Hide from the world around him but Danny knows he didn't have time, none of them did.
He took in one more breath and could feel his body stop shaking, his mind no longer chaotic, and his nerves steeling up. For the first time in a long, long time, he wasn't Daniel 'Danny' Fenton anymore.
He was Danyal al Ghul again.
"Dad. Get mom and Jazz into the GAV. Now." Danny ordered, his eyes narrowing as he clutched the message in his hand tight.
His dad knew something big was going down.
And he trusted Danny enough to do so quickly.
Danny closed his eyes as his dad ran into the house, yelling for Maddie and Jazz to get into the GAV. Danny opened them when he could feel the message in his hands slowly being covered in ice and knew his eyes were now glowing green.
He didn't have a lot of time. He needed to get his family, Tucker, and Sam out of Amity.
He needed to get them someplace safe.
He needed backup. More than his family and his friends.
He needed-
Danny nearly jumped when he realized who he can call to help.
In a flash he took his phone out of his pocket and quickly dialed a number he barely liked calling but needed to do so at this moment.
He waited, it felt like ages and it was agonizing, before the person on the other line finally picked up.
"What do you want-" came a somewhat same but rougher sounding of his voice but Danny cut him off.
"Dan, he knows." was the only thing Danny needed to say because he could hear the sharp intake of breath.
"Get them here now." was the order.
"Already on it. Is Ellie and Vlad with you?"
"Yes."
"Good. We'll be there shorty. Keep them safe."
"And then what?" Came the gruff question.
"Then... Then we'll prepare and call in Father and Damian. We need all the help we can get."
".....He won't be happy... About everything. Our... your fake death you know."
".... I know. But hopefully Father and the rest of his batclan will keep him from lashing out too much, especially with civilians and innocent lives on the line."
The two, Danny and Dan fell into a silence for a moment. Danny could hear his dad trying to hurry his mom and Jazz into the GAV despite their questions
".... Explaining all of this is going to be a shit show isn't it." Came Dan's voice after a couple of minutes.
Danny winced because yeah, not only explaining his actual past as Danyal al Ghul to the Fenton's, Tucker, Sam, and to Ellie, and Vlad but also having to explain his new life to his birth father and twin brother, a brother who thought he was dead, was going to be a hell in a handbasket.
"Yeah... it will be." Came his only response as he heard the GAV starting up and the garage door opening. Dan must of heard it over the speaker phone and said "Get Sam and Tucker and get here soon. No stops. We'll fortified Vlads dumb place in the meantime."
Dan didn't wait after that and instead just disconnected the call. Danny removed his phone from his ear and quickly pull up the group chat he had with his friends, sending them a quick message to meet him now. He used the code they had set up incase the Fenton's didn't take to him being Phantom well, he never had to use it since they took the news good, well as good as one could be after finding out their invention had half killed their son and that they had been hunting his ghost side down, but since this was important he needed them to be ready now.
He frowned as the Fenton GAV pulled up towards him and knew that what happens next would be...
Stressful.
#danny phantom#danny fenton#crossover#dp x dc#blue rambles#danny phantom dc#writing ideas#random idea#dpxdc#.... this just came to me lol#danny and damian are twins#Danny was once again killed by Ra's in my AUs as a child#and Talia brought him back in secret#she dropped him off randomly near Amity Park and told him to never return to the League#shes kept some tiny tabs on him but never contacted him#Danny still loves his mother and brother#but knows how League life is#Dan knows too because he has Danny's memories#to keep his chosen family and friends safe hes willing to expose his existence to his birth father and brother though#the Fentons know Danny is Phantom btw#but are about to find out about being an ex assassin though#and Dan too
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