#but i found one in the bathroom when i woke up

[beanietopia]

read part 1 here

the next morning, you woke up a bit later than usual. all too eager to play with choso in a few hours, you decided to have a little playtime of your own in the twilight hours of the morning. after about 20 minutes of unsuccessfully attempting to make yourself cum, you ended up falling asleep as the slightest peak of sunrise came up over the horizon. by the time you lifted your head from your pillow and checked the time, you saw you had missed one notification from choso.

‘are you awake?’ was all it read. shit, what if he was busy now? you already couldn’t make yourself cum earlier, what if you missed your chance today? you had scrambled to unlock your phone, texting out a quick apology and explaining that you were asleep. you silently cursed yourself for not being conscious of the time, your clit already throbbing from the failed orgasm of this morning. just when you were about to throw your head into your pillow and mope for the rest of the day, your phone buzzed with the familiar x notification.

‘i’m ready now whenever you are.’ you practically jumped upright on the bed, halfway through sending a quick reply before a picture came in. fuck, was that him? in the photo, choso was fully erect, holding his dick at the base so you could see it all in its veiny glory. he was clean shaven, maybe even waxed, and his pink tip leaked pre down his shaft. you felt your breath catch in your throat at the sight, already feeling your panties dampen with your arousal. how did you get so lucky?

he had already begun sending videos to you, sharing his fantasies of fucking you in as many places as he could. the car, the public bathroom, the beach, even the park, just to name a few. the slippery sounds of the lube coating his shaft echoed off the walls as he imagined filling you with his cum. you were hardly responding at this point, working yourself open with your fingers while reading choso’s lewd desires. 

‘fuck, i want to see you so bad. are you playing with yourself too?’

with trembling hands, you opened your camera and hastily found an angle where your face was not visible. there you were, spread out on your sheets wantonly fucking yourself with your dildo. your breathy moans could be heard while the toy covered in your arousal pumped in and out of you, begging for the faceless man to ‘keep fucking you right there’.  your eyes squeezed shut as you found yourself getting close, those hours of pent up frustration having caught up to you. your walls clenched around the toy for a moment and you gasped aloud, whimpering as your sensed your orgasm about to rip through you. you desperately rubbed circles on your clit to bring yourself to cum, the pressure pushing out the toy and soiling the sheets underneath. ‘shit..’ 

you halfway forgot that this video was supposed to be for choso, and you were met with his messages begging for you to come back, he was so close, to your amusement. sending the video you just made for him, you took the time to change your sheets when you got another notification.

‘fuck, that was so good..’ followed by a video of him finishing on himself as well.

you were so grateful for your little arrangement.

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@my-anime-garden @go-go-gadget-autism @kabukipookie @frosch-thefrog @pimento-mori @takumasimp @cuntphoric @valicalliali @gojoscinnamonroll @webism @xixflower @voidnz

part 2 is here EVERYBODY CHEERED!!!! i'm a lil sick rn so this was ROUGH to finish but i hope you all enjoy xoxoxoxo beanie out

[bussyyeukie]

an unhealthy obsession

stalker!konig x reader: sure this happens, but you never thought it'd be you, I mean, you didn't do anything...you didn't even talk to that many strangers, sure you were nice just not overly, and yeah you were attractive but not to the degree of being obsessed over, you didn't even have that much money for someone to obsess over! God why'd you always get the short end of the stick...

You were being haunted. You were sure of it. Maybe not by a ghost or demon (although you'd debated that), but by something.

As silly as it sounded, but your brain was more ok with that than the thought of someone stalking you. At this point you were more sick of it than scared, your clothes went missing just to turn up a week later smelling weird, your soaps and lotions would run out quicker than ever-and they were expensive. Your dirty glasses would wind up on the counter when you'd get back from work, new lips marks on them on-top of your old ones, especially if you'd worn lipstick. It would stop for a few months, or weeks at a time and just when you thought it was finally done for, it would start up again. One time after 5 months of nothing happening, you'd woken up and went to the bathroom, only to find it covered in piss. Like, covered, you had nearly moved at that point. Your window (which you'd close and lock at night) would be cracked when you woke up. The trees outside your window would insistently tap at the glass, and you'd come home sometimes to weird 'gifts' on your counters or in your fridge. One time you came home to a bottle of wine and a back of condoms on your living room table. You stayed at a friends house that night. Didn't even put your work bag down before you decided "nope, not staying here tonight. Not dealing with that."

You tried the police, but you didn't have any real evidence, and you hadn't seen the man (or ghost), had no idea who it could be, and you hadn't been physically attacked...yet. So they didn't do shit, only said to call them if it progressed. Which it did, and they still didn't help.

You'd even taken all the stickers off your car to try to make it less, recognizable. Not that it really helped, but, you didn't know that. Even if you got a whole new car it wouldn't help any.

The first time you met him was in the dead of winter when you'd stopped off at that grocery store for some cleaning supplies. There were odd stains in your clothes that would not come out, no matter how much you'd wash them.

The basket tucked in the crook of your arm pinched at your skin, even under the thick sweater and jacket you wore, weighed down with a bottle of bleach and some fabric cleaner-the spot treatment kind, and a bag of coffee grounds.

You adjusted it as you reached up on the shelf for a bottle of "stubborn stain remover". Seemed overkill but the stains were so common recently that you were willing to try anything. Even mixing chemicals. Normally you'd just throw the item out, but this was your all time favorite shirt, and you wanted to give it a fighting change.

Your basket was posing a challenge though, every time you'd reach up for the tall shelf the items would shift and knock around, pinching your further or just making it tough to hold the basket. You'd opted for setting it down next to your feet with a huff. Before looking back at your item, which you still found challenging to reach. It was on the very top shelf, and seemed to be pushed back. Which was odd that it would be in suck an inconvenient place.

"Ugh," you sighed, straining your reach to grasp at it, fingers trying to nudge it closer to you uselessly, "Come on..."

You tucked your chin down to you chest in hopes that would be the extra inch you needed. But after your side started cramping you just gave up. Settling back down onto your heels as you rubbed your forehead, thoroughly annoyed.

A shuffling at the end of the isle caught your attention, glancing over-which turned into whipping your whole head to look. A shocked look on your face, lips pressed tight and eyes wide as you looked at the man at the other end of the isle, holding a basket in his hand and reading the label of a bottle.

He was...huge. Beyond huge. This mans head was easily looking over the top of the shelves and the basket in his hand looked like a child's toy basket.

Your eyes raked up and down his body, he looked...suspicious to say the least. Wearing dark clothing and lots of layers, big boots and a ballcap that was tugged down his face. A mask covering the lower half.

Pulling your gaze back to the items in front of you, you felt a weird feeling of unease rack up your spine, rolling around your ribs and getting lodged in your throat.

Sighing, minorly upset you were judging this stranger so hard but, considering the stress you'd been under recently it wasn't a surprise.

You'd been shorter with people lately, and didn't talk to strangers as much as you did before. You also stopped going to new places pretty much all together.

As you tucked your hair behind your ear you rubbed the back of your neck, looking up at the item you needed. Quickly picking up on the heavy sound of footsteps approaching you. Glancing out of the corner of your eye to see the man walking closer, looking at the shelves as he passed.

As he got closer you tucked your backset closer to yourself, and further out of his way. Trying to eliminate any points of talking or interaction with the man before it happened.

Clenching your jaw as you chanted 'please just keep walking, keep walking, keep walking' as he grew closer. The music playing through the crackled speakers in the grocery store putting you even more on edge.

"Ex-kyoos me?"

You cursed to yourself and looked next to you, a tight smile on your lips as you craned your neck to look up at him. His voice was higher than you expected it to be, and he had a thick German accent.

"Um, yeah?"

You looked at his face, smile faltering a little at the look in his eye. It was...unsettling, he looked excited. From the skin you could see it was pale and had thick dark eyebrows, his eyes were pretty blue, even under the shadowing of the cap. He had almost a pleading look to him.

"I don't mean to in-trood, but," he chuckled a little, gesturing up over your head to the shelf, "I no-ticed you strug-gling a lit-tle bit."

His words sounded a bit clipped with his accent, and you felt your face flush as you looked off to the side.

"Um, yeah it's," you looked up to the shelf, "A little high for me, I was ab out to start climbing the shelf honestly."

You chuckled a little at your joke, and the man let out a sharp laugh and nodded.

"Ah ja, I vas vondering if you vere going to," he locked his eyes to you, holding an uncomfortable amount of eye contact, "However, I vould be more than happy to help if, ah you don't feel like clim-bing."

You shrugged, looking at the shelf and smiling kindly, "Yeah I'd be happy for the help, thank you."

As you were about to step off to the side, clear out of the mans way, he stepped forward, nearly trapping you against the shelf. Reaching up and grabbing the stain remover easily. Your eyes were wide as you were nearly nose to chest with the man.

Blinking owlishly as you looked up to his face, brows pinched together tighty.

"Um..."

He smelled of, old sweat, and something mildly familiar. But not enough to place. He also smelled of smoke, like wood smoke, or a old campfire or something along those lines.

He stepped back with the item and his eyes were crinkled like he was grinning happily under his mask.

"Heer you are bärchen!"

He held the bottle out to you, you hesitated to grab it, hand reaching out impishly to grab it, placing it into your basket. Eyeing the man up and down.

"Thank you?" your pitch peaked at the end, licking your lips nervously as you bit them.

"Of course," his tone was cheerful and he didn't back up any more, still far too close for comfort, "Vy else be zis tall if not to help, ja?"

You chuckled quietly with him, glancing down at his basket, and to his large, sturdy boots. There was mud caked on them, almost to the point it was flaking off.

"Yeah that's a good point there," you nodded, putting your hands into pockets.

"A lot of clee-ning sup-plies, yes?" the man gestured down to your basket.

You looked down to yours, sighing out, "oh yeah, my clothes just won't stay clean recently, not sure how they're getting so dirty."

You regretted saying it the moment it came out of your mouth.

"Ah, den zis vill help. My mutter used to use lemon to clean grass stains out of my clothing as a mäuschen," the man laughed, crossing his arms over his chest.

The man was a bout as wide as he was tall, your brain kicking into fight or flight as you looked at his arms, You swore you saw muscle moving even under all the clothing. His legs as well, they were obviously solid, about as thick as your torso.

"Oh, I'll try that one," you nodded along, then looked down at his basket. Almost upset that you noticed a handful of your favorite items, and your favorite brands.

That weird feeling made its way back with a vengeance. Nearly making you dizzy by how suffocated you felt being towered over by this man.

"I've actually," you grabbed your basket, lugging it into the crook of your arm, smiling sweetly at the man, but anyone could see how the corners of your mouth twitched and how tight your face looked, "I've really gotta get going, thank you very much though! It was very sweet..."

"Of course bärchen, any time."

You backed away, praying to any god out there that the man just let you leave. Quickly making your way out of the isle when he made no move to stop you, but he watched you intently the entire time until you were out of sight. Even then you felt like he was looking over the shelves to watch you. You must've broken a record with how fast you checked out and got to your car. Sighing heavily as you locked the doors. Smacking your head against the headrest.

The drive home was uneventful, but you'd taken a strange route just because you couldn't shake the nagging feeling that you were still being watching. Whipping around at a red light to look in the back seat of your car, finding nothing. Groaning to yourself and rubbing your face aggressively at how crazy you were acting. Really thinking someone tucked themselves into the back of your car-much less that 6'7" mountain from the grocery store.

"Christ, I'm loosing it."

When you got home your door was locked, and nothing was out of place inside. Putting your items away, and tossing your bag onto your couch. Feeling a wave of relief wash over you until you made it into your bedroom.

Where you found a package of your favorite chocolates on your pillow, and a pair of your missing underwear placed delicately by the chocolate, a pretty lacey bow tied around them.

You shouted loudly, throwing your heavy jacket down onto the floor, hair wild as you put your hands raked into it.

"God-damnit!"

[247-diaperboy]

“Diaper college “

a colege student discovers unusual rules.

I was a freshman at a sate colege. I had been sheltered as a child.  I never was out pass ten a clock. I was a home body. I had no interest in being out pass ten. I loved my family. I did want a little more fredom. I was ready to enter adult hood. 

The dorms were small and had bunkbeds. I found that a little strange at first.

I was excited to be away at collage and I made friends almost right away. I liked the school almost immediately.  

We had to be back at the dorm by midnight.  That was fine by me. The first day went well. At night right before lights out, the dorm supervisor called floor meeting.  

The dorm supervisors welcomed the incoming students.  Freshman and transfer students.  “We have a rule that we do not talk about until the last minute. No one likes to admit that they have issues with bed wetting.  Sometimes first-time college students who have never had issues with bedtime incontinence develop issues. It can be caused by stress.  Over the years incoming freshman issues with incontinence have been on the rise.” the supervisor said. 

I was perplexed.  I had no idea where he was going with this.” all students hear are required to wear diapers at night. All students must be diapered before going to bed. The d.a will go room to room checking to make sure every student is diapered.  We will make sure that the diapers are secured. d.a max said.

“We do not want the diaper to become loose or leak while you are asleep. We ask that you not take off your diaper until morning. The bathrooms are locked after midnight. You are not allowed to access them. We recommend that you use the facilities before you go to bed.” Mark the other d.a said.

 “We have to pee or poop in our diaper my roommate asked. “Yes. That is true. Its sounds gross but take precautions. Max said.

I was shocked and stunned. I really wanted to like the college.  So far i had. I was having a great time. I disliked this.  I see why they waited until now to inform us. 

“We need to look at your diaper. If you wear shorts or pjs you will need to show us. We will need to make sure that it is fastened correctly Max said. 

After the meeting was concluded, we were to go to our rooms. I took off my shoes. I unzipped my jeans. I pulled it off. I took off my underwear. 

I took out my diaper and put it on. I waited to put on shorts before the dorm advisors had time to examine it. I did not want to put it on just to take it off again. I waited.  

Max and Mark came in. They looked at my diaper. They concluded that my diaper was secure. Adam my roommate's diaper was looked over. he was concluded to have a secure diaper as well. 

They left. I put on my shorts. However, Adam put on a t shirt but nothing else.

I got into bed. my diaper felt weird. I tried not to think about it. After all everyone else hear was wearing a diaper.

I fell asleep fairly easy. I did not wet myself. I woke up needing to pee. Adam had peed his diaper. There was a huge stain on his diaper. 

I felt horrible. I took off my diaper and used the toilet. It felt so good. I got dressed. Adam took off his diaper and showered.  

The next night i went to bed.  I had not peed. I felt awful again. I was getting tired of waking up with a full bladder. I decided to just pee my diaper. 

I woke up in the middle of the night needing to pee. I was going to let myself pee. I imagined being in a toilet. I imagined peeing. The urine started to drip into my diaper. It started off small then all at once I flooded my diaper. It felt good.  It was almost orgasmic. I fell back asleep. 

I had a full diaper. I felt good. The next night i slept through the night but had a full diaper. Every night i slept like a baby. My diaper had been soiled.  It was like that every night. 

I tried to wear underwear when i was home for break.  I ended up wetting the bed. I was now nocturnally incontinent. I wore diapers at night all the time. Other students said that they had the same problem. They all wore diapers every night from that time on. 

I was bothered by it at first. After a while I got used to wearing a diaper to bed and waking up in a wet diaper every morning. I kind of enjoyed it. 

[fromasgardandback]

Unsent Letter

Eddie Munson x Reader

masterlist | oneshots

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Eddie was snooping around your bedroom while you were in the shower. He took you home after practice and as much as he doesn’t mind, you do so you told him to wait in your bedroom. Naturally, Eddie is curious and nosy. He dug through your things until he found the letter underneath your mattress. You’ve been best friends since childhood. Unsurprisingly, you would always be in each other's lives. For years Eddie has thought of you as his first and only love. You were the first thing he thought of when he woke up and the last thing he thought of when he went to bed. He spent all his time with you when you weren’t in school or working. He was head over heels, completely wrapped around your dainty finger. He looked back towards the door before opening the letter and reading it.

“Dear Eddie,

My sweet darling Eddie. I have loved you since we were children. I couldn’t put a finger on it, but the day you saved me from drowning at Lover’s Lake when we were ten, I just knew you were my forever. Not because you saved me, but because you selflessly came to help me. The rest of our friends just stared, but you never hesitated. Our whole lives, you haven’t hesitated to show me how much I mean to you and never to stop being yourself. I have tried countless times to get over you thinking you would never love me back. But every date I went on, I compared them to you. No man could ever make me feel the way you do. Eddie, you are unregretfully yourself. Every day you wake up, not caring what others think of you. Not caring what this damn town thinks of you. I admire your courageous heart. Eddie…I will never love anyone as much as I love you. I am one thousand percent yours. I love you, Edward Munson. My heart belongs to you, and you alone. 

Yours Forever, Y/N”

Eddie couldn’t believe what he just read. In your handwriting, beautifully written and worded. Confessions only you and this paper knew. Confessions he felt deep in his soul. Confessions he needed to make his dream come true. His heart raced when he heard you open the door from the bathroom. He quickly put the letter down walking straight to you. Eddie cradled your face in his hands without a second thought, kissing you deeply. You melted right into him and wrapped your arms around his waist. His hair tickled your blushing cheeks making you smile into the kiss. He pulled away slowly resting his forehead on yours.

“What was that for?” You asked catching your breath.

“I accidentally found your letter and read it. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to read your private thoughts but I saw you loved me and I needed to tell you. I love you so much, Y/N. I couldn’t not tell you anymore.” Eddie rambled on before you kissed again to shut him up.

“I love you, Eddie. Now… show me.” He pulled you onto the bed, kissing your cheeks.

[princessmaeee]

Bisexual Lights _ P2

Hello Everyone ! So, even if no one Asked, I did another part for this story cause I wanted to explore it a Little bite more. So this part is shorter than the first one and content Less Smut, But still have it No worries. It talk more about how the reader feel after what happened in the first part and for the next part I think about focusing more on Nam Gyu since how this part end. So tell me what you taught of this part and if you want to be part of the TagList ! TW : Oral ( Female receiving ) - Fingering - Orgasm denial - Nam Gyu being a cunt and having a mental break down at the end - Language - No Squid game

The next morning, you woke up in Thanos’s Bed with Nam Gyu’s arms wrapped around your Body, his head resting on your chest. You smiled and gently removed some hair from his face. Why does that guy have to look so adorable when he’s asleeps ? Almost looking like a pure Angel, but dear lord he’s absolutely not. Nam Gyu can be really nice and protective with people he likes, but with the others, mostly everyone except Thanos and You, he’s Harsh and a real cunt. But it’s okay, that’s how you like your friend, especially when you can see him as vulnerable as he was last night. 

After giving a look at your phone, you gently push Nam Gyu from your body to be able to get out of the bed. He grunt and just turned around, still sleeping.

You made your way to the bathroom to go to the toilet and slowly remember really clearly what happened last night when you looked at yourself in the Mirror. Some light red appareard on your cheeks while you pass your fingers on the hundred red marks the guys have done On your body. Some were lights and others looked like bruises. Now you're gonna have to cover everything with makeup.

Getting out of the bathroom, you go to the kitchen, following the smell of the coffee. Once in the room, you found Thanos at the table with a lot of sheets around him and a Cup of black coffee. When he saw you entering the room, he smirked.

«-What some beautiful  colors you have on your Neck, senorita. -Shut Up, Thanos.»

You take a Mug in the cupboard, putting some hot coffee in it. You felt lost from last Night. Of course you were all High, but you never planned things to go that far. Thanos and Nam Gyu were your friends and nothing more. You just wanted to play a little bit with Nam Gyu to shut him up for once. You didn't think it would go that far. While you brew your coffee to make the cream and the sugar mix together, you feel Thanos Arms wrap your body as he rests his chin on your shoulder. 

«-Something’s wrong ? Asked your purple haired friend. -No. Everything’s fine.»

You lied, of course. You weren't really sure how you felt yet. You enjoyed everything that happened last night and nothing was forced. But what’s gonna happen next ? Was it just a one shot time ? Will things change between you three ? Did the guys enjoy it as much as you did ? You felt weird to have all those questions this early in the morning. Why did you even care ? You didn’t even fucked, it was just some nice forplay. Actually, they both kissed and touched you way better than your ex’s did. 

«-What happened between You and Nam Gyu after I went to bet ? -We had continued to make out and just jack each other off. »

You felt your cheeks fired up as you imagined it. Being between them, being touched by both of them, taking care of both of them, you liked it and somehow you wish it could happen again. As you remember Nam Gyu’s lips around your nipples, his nails in your skin as you grinded against him, Thanos Lips on your neck, his tongues between your legs, you felt some fire down there and you squeezed your tights.

«-Are you doing that often ? Both of you or just with other girls ? -Never. It was the first time for both of us, with each other. I don’t know if Nam Gyu tried with other people though. I personally did once or twice, but it was nothing compared to Last night. -What do you mean ? What was different ? -I don’t know, maybe our friendship ? We are pretty close to each other, alway together. You both sleep here often. I just felt like it was natural.»

The feeling was mutual and that’s why it scared you so much. The future of this friendship seems fuggy, cause it’s clear nothing will be like before after what happened last Night and you don’t know how you will handle it.

«-Have you enjoyed it ? He asked. »

Your breath stuck in your throat. The answer was easy, but saying it out loud could be a Mistake.

«-Yeah, I did, you answered with a soft, shaky voice. -So what’s the problem ?  -Nothing. I’m just still tired, you lied.»

Thanos grunt and turn you around, grip your ass and lift you up to sit you on the counter. His hands were now on each side of you as he locked his eyes in yours.

«-I know you too damn well. You lie. What is it ? -I don’t know, I guess I’m just afraid of what’s gonna be our friendship now… »

Thanos let a light laugh escape his lips before smirking at you.

«-It depend. What would you like our friendship to be ? »

His hands move to your knee, resting there as he still looks at you. You swallow the extra saliva in your mouth as your heart starts to beat faster in your chest. Your eyes were on your friend’s hands. His thumb gently caressing your skin, made you shiver. You bite your lower lip when the feeling between your thighs starts to get stronger.

«-I-...I don’t know, you manager to say -Lier.»

Thanos' hands rose higher until they got under his to-long-for-you-T-shirt-you-borrow-him, squeezing your thighs. You softly gasp. Fuck, now you was hungry for more of his touch. Your body is asking for it.

«-Say it. -What ? -Say that you want me to touch you and I will. »

You were hesitant. You clearly want to feel his touch again and even if your mind would not agree, your body says the complete opposite. But you don’t want to look too easy. Thanos’s your friend, you doubt he would judge you for this, but he’s still a Man.

Noticing your hesitation, Thanos starts to kiss your neck, teasing you more by squeezing your tights. His lips go to your jawline, the corner of your lips. You half opened as your breath was heavier. Your arousal dominated your body, making it almost painful. You could feel your cunt clench around absolutely nothing as it hoped to feel your Friend’s fingers inside.

«-Fuck it, you softly said in a breathe, please, Su-bong…touch me. »

That’s all he needed. That Soft, desperate voice of yours asking for him. He smiled and pressed his lips against yours. He spread your legs a little bit and let one of his hands slide between it. His thumb met your clit and he gently started to rub it, making you moan through the kiss. Your hips moved by their own, silently asking to have his fingers inside of you and he noticed. Pulling away from the kiss, Thanos catches his breath and kneels in front of you, spreading your legs more. You wrap them around his head when you feel his mouth on your clit, letting a louder moan  be heard and you quickly cover your mouth, not wanting to wake up Nam Gyu who was still asleep in the next room.

Thanos' mouth sucked and licked your sensitive bun of nerves, adding two of his fingers in your wet core. You felt your body melt under his touch as your muscles softened all their strength. You hand met his hair, gripping it harder as your pleasure built up inside you. His finger went at a different pace dépending on how your grip was on his hair, curling inside you, touching this soft and spongy spot who made you moan louder. 

«-That’s a pretty entertaining show you put on here, you two. »

You blushed when you noticed Nam Gyu, leaning against the kitchen entrance. Pulling Thano’s head, you try to make him stop, but he grunt and grip your tights harder as an order to stay in place. You felt his fingers entering you more brutally as a Warning and you gasp, letting a little painful whine escape you.

«-I think he doesn't mind me, Nam Gyu said, and I don't mind it at all. »

Your friend gets closer to you and hands you your phone.

«-You boss called, enough time to wake me up, so you should call him back. -Yeah… later, you managed to say. »

You were about to take your phone from Nam Gyu’s hand but he pulled it away, A devilish smile on his face.

«-Why Wait ? It’s maybe super important. »

He pressed on your boss' contact and put it on Speak. Your eyes opened wildling when you heard the ringtone. Thanos smiled against your core and pulled his lips away to look at you, moving only his fingers, slowly. Those guys can really be the worst bastard you ever met.

«-I hate you so much, you hissed while looking at Nam gyu, before you heard your boss' voice. -Y/N, I’m happy you called me back. I know you are on your day off, but I really need you to come to the office to finish the last project we worked on. The client wants it sooner. I’m sorry, it’s a last minute thing. »

Thanos looked at Nam Gyu with an amused Smile before going back between your legs, sucking more on your clits while his fingers going deeper in you. Nam Gyu, still holding your phone, pulls up your top, revealing your naked body.  His eyes roamed over it as he bite his lower lips.

«-Y-yeah… no problem I will come…»

You grip Thanos' hair harder as you feel your orgasm build up more and more as Thanos touch your sensitive Spot again and again with his fingers.

«-Fuck, you wissper, I will be there as soon as I can. -Excellent, you’re a lifesaver. »

And the call ended. Nam Gyu dropped your phone on the counter, still looking at your body, his own arousal started to be painful in his pants. 

«-Fuck, you’re so hot like this, he said with his eyes still on you.»

Still with his annoying little cunt smile, Nam Gyu gives a little tap on Thano’s shoulder.

«-Bro, let her go, She have to leave for Work and I bet she needs to pass by her place before.»

Thanos pulled away as you were so close to the release, making you whine.

«-No… Thanos, please… I was so close… -Yeah I know, but I don't want you to arrive too late at work, he answered as he removed his fingers.»

You grunt, unsatisfied and look at Nam Gyu.

«-Why do you have to be such a Cunt ? -Just a little payback for last Night. I hate when people play with me like you did.»

His Smile never left his face and you felt more annoyed by it. Getting down off the counter and taking back your phone, You got closer to your black haired friend.

«-You’re just mad cause you know how much you liked it. And maybe you’re jealous Thanos was taking care of me this morning and you weren’t part of it this time ? »

His expression changed to something darker. You knew you touched his weak spot. As much as he tries to convince himself he has no feelings for Thanos, deep down you both Know how much Nam Gyu cares for him more than any other person. He also cares for you, when he’s not a pain in your ass. His hand came to your throat, gripping it harshly as he brought you closer. 

«-Watch your mouth or I will put it to good use next time. -You fucking Wish. »

He grunt and let you go. You left the kitchen to go get your clothes from last night and Pull it back before you leave Thano’s apartment, still mad about what just happened and still full of questions about your friendship with them. Maybe you're gonna need time to think about it.

Once you have left, Nam Gyu Sight heavily. You really play on his nerves with your attitude. Pulling his hair out of his face, he take the mug of coffee you had initially made for you and take a Sip of it.

«-That bitch, I swear she plays on my nerves. -Maybe a Good fuck with her could help both of you. -No thank You, I already have all the Bitch I want at the club. I don’t need a new one. »

Thanos goes back to his seat at the table and lights up a cigarette.

«-But Y/N is not just a Bitch. She’s our friend and you can call her all the names you want, I know you like her. Cause if it weren’t the case, even High, you wouldn't let her have seen that soft and submissive part of you that you showed last night. »

Out of Anger, Nam Gyu threw the mug of Coffee against the wall Behind Thanos, Breaking the mug in many pieces.He didn’t know why that affected him like this, but all that happened last night felt like it shouldn't to him. He lost control, he let his emotions lead his action and He hated that. And even if he liked it, he couldn’t accept it.

«-Nothing happened Last Night ! We were just high and that was it. I don’t want to ear another fucking thing about this ever again ! »

Thanos was surprised by his friend's reaction and just stayed there, in silence. Nam Gyu’s body was trembling as he started to sweat. Grunting he took a deep breath and passed his hand in his hair to place them, trying to calm himself. He’s often like this without drugs in his system, but he never let Thanos or Y/N see him like this, unable to control his emotions.

«-Forget about Last Night. »

That was the last thing he said before leaving his best friend’s apartment.

[guilty-cheese]

Aaron Hotchner x nanny!reader

author’s notes// Hey gang! I know you guys mostly know me for writing for one piece but I’m doing a re-watch of criminal minds and have become obsessed again. Need this grumpy old man so effing bad.

Synopsis: you are Jack’s nanny and Jack gets sick at school. Hotch is grateful to have you there to take care of him

content: age-gap (20smthn reader), sick kids, mentions of case, fem-bodied reader in mind, mentions of Haley

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You had been working for Aaron Hotchner for a couple months now. Ever since his wife passed and Haley’s sister moved back home, he needed extra support to take care of Jack. In need of employment and a place to stay you were thankful for your friend, Penelope, who put you two in touch.

It was awkward at first when you moved in after only a week of knowing about the family, but Jack took a liking to you almost instantaneously. That made the transition into your work life much easier.

The dynamic between the three of you was simple. You tended to Jack when Hotch was at work. Took care of all the chores, making sure dinner was made and Hotch’s suits were pressed and ready. When he came home you listened poured him a small drink and heated up his dinner. He never divulged any work details just hoping to keep work at the bau.

The day was pretty much normal. You woke up at 6 to make sure you were up in time to make Hotch his breakfast and coffee. He woke up got dressed and took his breakfast with him sparring a “morning” and a “thank you” before heading out.

You made Jack his breakfast and noticed he didn’t seem as cheery as usual. Shrugging it off you dropped him off and school and went back to do laundry.

In the middle of preparing the stew for dinner you got a call from Hotch. He never called you while he was at work so you picked it up confused.

“Mr. Hotchner?”

You waited until his voice came over the speakers, cool and quiet, “Can you please pick up Jack? The nurse called saying he was sick and needed to go home. I told them you were coming to get him.”

Your eyes widened in surprise, “Yes of course. I’m on my way.”

“Thank you. Please text me with updates on his condition. I’m on a case in New York right now and hope to be home by early tomorrow morning.”

You nodded, “Yes, of course sir. Stay safe.”

“I will. Goodbye.” And with a beep the call ended.

You put the phone down and went to go wash your hands and put away the cooking supplies.

When you got to the school and saw Jack looking miserable on the medical bed your heart sank. You went up to him and lightly shook him awake.

You smiled softly, “Hey Jackers. Let’s get you home.”

He groaned as he opened his eyes and saw you. He whispered your name and shivered. You frowned and picked him up in your arms and grabbed his school bag. You thanked the nurse and brought him to the car.

On the way back to the house you looked in the rear view mirror, Jack was slumped against the window.

“Jack how are you feeling bud?” You asked concerned.

Jack whimpered and with a weak voice said, “Head hurts, I feel cold, weak.”

“I’m so sorry buddy. We’ll be home soon and I’ll get you some medicine and soup okay?” You cooed.

“Mmkay,” he murmured.

Once at the house you brought him inside, “Go change into your warm pjs.”

Jack nodded and weakly walked over to his closet. You closed the door and went back to the kitchen to make some chicken broth. As you heated it up you knocked on his door and peaked in. He was curled up in bed and shivering. You went into his bathroom and got a cool washcloth and laid it on his head. Then you put another blanket over him and tucked him in.

“Jack, you think you can stay awake for 10 more minutes so I can get you soup and medicine?” You asked as you pushed his hair off his forehead.

He nodded and you got back up and went to the kitchen. Looking through the cabinets for medicine and coming up with nothing you found that Hotch probably had it in his medicine cabinet . You tentatively went into his room and into the connected bathroom. You nervously opened his medicine cabinet and avoided looking at any of the yellow pill bottles.

When you saw the brightly colored pink packaging of kid’s medicine you grabbed it and went back to the kitchen. You mixed the syrup in some juice and poured the soup into a bowl.

As you went back into Jack’s room you saw him resting his eyes. Gently kneeling down and tapping him, he looked up and noticed the juice and food.

“Here’s some chicken broth and some juice to hopefully make you feel better.”

“Thank you,” He said weakly.

You helped him sit up and held the bowl of soup as he slowly took sips from his spoon. Once he finished most of the soup and all the juice he leaned back.

You got up and grabbed his dishes.

“Can you stay?” He murmured.

Your eyes widened slightly, “Yeah of course. I’ll be right back.”

Once you rinsed the dishes you went back in his room and knelt back by his bed again. You took the now damp and warm washcloth off of his head and onto the nightstand.

“Book?” He asked.

“Want me to read to you?” You asked as you ran your hand through his hair.

He nodded.

“Any requests?” You asked as you continued to pet his hair.

“Mm..Holes”

“Holes?” You chuckled.

He nodded.

You stood up and looked for the book on his shelf. You found it and crouched back down by his bed and began reading.

Two chapters in Jack was asleep. His shivering quit and his chest rose normally. You were about to get up but Jack’s hand remained wrapped around your wrist. Not wanting to wake him up you set the book down on his nightstand and laid your head down on his comforter.

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Hotch had arrived home that same night. The case wrapped up quickly than anyone thought it would. He walked into the house and saw medicine packets and left over broth left out in the kitchen.

Setting down his duffel and hanging up his suit he walked into Jack’s room. As he walked into and saw you holding Jack’s hand and resting with him, his heart swelled.

He walked over to you and kneeled gently tapping you. You woke up with a sharp inhale and looked up to see him.

“Mr. Hotchner. You’re back.” You said as you rubbed your eyes.

“Hey, Y/N. How is he?” He asked.

Shaking the sleep from your head you put your hand on his forehead. “Fever seems to have gone down. And he’s not shivering anymore.”

“Let’s let him rest.” He said and offered you his hand. You smiled and grabbed it as he hoisted you up.

You followed him out of the room and into the kitchen. “Sorry for leaving the mess. I’ll get right to cleaning it up.”

“No, no. I couldn’t possibly ask you to do more right now. I’ve got it. You go and do what you want,” he said as he rolled up his sleeves.

You waved your hands, “No sir, you just got home from work. I just took a long nap. I should be cleaning this up while you relax. Please, I insist.”

“You sure?” He asked quirking a brow.

You smiled, “of course.”

He nodded and walked off to his room. You ran your hands over your face once more. You’d be lying if you said that he was not attractive. Living in his house didn’t help and sometimes you passed by his room while his door was cracked and caught sight of his bare torso.

Shaking off the thoughts you began your cleaning duties. As your were finishing up cleaning the counter Hotch walked back out into the living room and laid down on the couch.

You wiped down the counter one last time and then joined him on the couch. He was looking over a case file, brows scrunched in thought. “How was the case?”

He soared a glance over at her, “Thankfully quick.”

“That’s good. One less psycho out there,” you commented.

“Mm.” He nodded.

With the coming silence you went on your phone. Scrolling through friend’s posts you were thinking of something to talk about.

“Thank you by the way,” he suddenly said.

“Hm. For what?” You asked as you looked over at him.

“For all that you do for us,” he said simply.

You smiled, “It’s literally my job Mr. H. No big deal whatsoever.”

He looked over at you, “You know you can call me Aaron.”

Your eyes widened slightly, “I’d feel weird though.”

He raised the corners of his lips slightly, “I feel weird when you call me “Mr. H” or Mr. Hotchner.”

You smiled, “Didn’t think of that. Okay, Aaron.”

A rare smile adorned his face before he went back to the case file. For the rest of the night the two of you sat in comfortable silence. All was well in the Hotchner house.

[skzdelf]

Strings and Storms | Han Jisung

⭑ PAIRING: Han Jisung x reader

⭑ SYNOPSIS: Han Jisung, is a renowned rapper, songwriter, and composer the world admires. He works tirelessly into unimaginable hours, always striving to give his absolute best but he never seems to know when to stop and give his body the rest it deserves.

WORDCOUNT: 0,9k (963)

A/N: divider is not mine!!

A loud thunderstorm woke you up from your sleep. The entire room was bathed in shadows, except for the fleeting moments when the lightning illuminated the vast sky, casting brief flashes of light into the room before being replaced by the deep rumble of thunder.

You turned in bed, reaching out to face your boyfriend, Han Jisung, hoping to fall asleep in his warm embrace. But your hand only met the cold, untouched side of the bed. He had never joined you in the room.

Grabbing your phone from the tangled sheets, you checked the time: 4:22 a.m.

You got out of bed, pulling on one of Jisung’s oversized hoodies to keep yourself warm from the chill brought on by the rain. Making your way down the hallway toward the kitchen, you already knew where he’d be—still in his studio, lost in his music, either composing or perfecting new sounds for his group’s next comeback.

You decided to prepare him a warm drink first, something to soothe his overworked body and mind. In the kitchen, you made him one of his favorite teas, lavender with two teaspoons of sugar, carefully pouring it into his SKZOO mug.

As you walked through the dimly lit hallway, the soft glow spilling from the slightly ajar door of Jisung’s studio guided your steps.

Inside, you found him hunched over his desk, one hand buried in his already messy black hair and the other clutching a pencil as he scribbled furiously onto scattered sheets of paper. Many of them were crumpled or violently crossed out.

“Hanji?” you called out softly, stepping into the room with the steaming cup of tea in your hands.

Jisung glanced up from his notes, his lips curling into a tired smile as his weary eyes blinked slowly.

“Hi, my love,” he rasped, his voice hoarse, rubbing his eyes with one hand.

“You haven’t slept at all, have you?” you asked, placing the mug carefully on the least cluttered spot on his desk. You moved closer, your fingers instinctively reaching for his hair, smoothing it gently.

He shook his head, leaning into your touch with his eyes closed, clearly craving even a moment of comfort.

Your gaze dropped to his hands resting on his lap. The tips of his fingers were red and raw, some of them showing faint traces of dried blood.

“Ji, I told you to be more careful with your fingers when playing the guitar,” you murmured softly, reaching out to take his hands. But he quickly pulled them away, hiding them from view.

“Let me see them, please,” you insisted gently, leaning closer. But he shook his head again, a weak smile playing on his lips as his eyes avoided yours.

“It’s nothing, really,” he whispered, though the crack in his voice betrayed him.

You cupped his cheek with your hand, tilting his face toward yours. “Ji, how many times do I have to tell you that you don’t have to bear all of this alone?”

For a moment, the room fell silent. You could feel his breath grow heavier as though he was fighting an internal battle. Slowly, he lowered his hands, letting you take them into yours. The scars and marks left by hours of playing were evident, etched into his skin.

“You don’t get it,” he finally murmured, his voice breaking. “It’s not just for me… I do this for them—for the fans who believe in me. They expect the best. I can’t afford to let them down.”

“The fans wouldn’t be happy to see you hurting yourself like this,” you replied softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his hair. “Let me take care of your wounds, okay?”

“It’s not necessary,” Jisung rasped, shaking his head, though his resistance was weak.

Ignoring him, you left to grab the first-aid kit from the bathroom. When you returned, Jisung had already cleared a small space on his desk for you. He leaned back in his chair, watching you with a mix of exhaustion and affection.

“I’ll be quick,” you assured him as you sat down, taking one of his hands gently in yours. The other rested on your lap. His fingers, covered in faint scars and cuts from the guitar strings, trembled slightly under your touch.

“This doesn’t even hurt,” he tried to joke, though his voice lacked energy.

“That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t take care of it,” you replied firmly, dabbing at his wounds with a damp cotton pad. His fingers flinched at the contact, but he didn’t pull away.

The silence that followed was calm, broken only by the soft rustle of the cotton and his deepening breaths. When you looked up, you found him watching you, his expression a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, something unspoken.

“You always worry too much,” he murmured, his voice laced with drowsiness.

“Because you don’t worry enough,” you countered softly, finishing the last bandage.

As you set the first-aid kit aside, you noticed his eyes beginning to close, his head dipping forward slightly.

“Jisung…” you whispered, cupping his cheek with your hand. “Come on, let’s go to bed.”

He opened his eyes just enough to meet yours, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “Only if you come with me.”

“Always,” you promised, helping him to his feet. He leaned on you slightly as you guided him back to the bedroom.

As soon as he lay down, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. His bandaged fingers rested gently against your skin, a quiet reminder of the love and care that filled the space between you.

With a deep sigh, he drifted off to sleep, and not long after, you joined him, the sound of the storm outside fading into a peaceful silence.

[lukie17]

The Next Morning

Part two of

Caleb woke up looking for your figure next to him but he only found a cold empty space. Confusion was replaced by worry as he heard your cries coming from the bathroom, Caleb rushed to the restroom as anxiety cling on to him. Had he done something to hurt you? Was he too intense the night before? Why were you crying?

He felt his soul left his body as he saw you in the shower, cleaning your body until you left a red impression on your skin.

"Pipsqueak?" Caleb saw you jump but you did not turn to see him "Tell me was wrong" He did not understand what he did wrong, yesterday you were desperate for him in the same way he had been ever since he was a teenager. In your eyes Caleb could see the wave of emotions that were plaguing you: regret, fear and even pain.

Stupid idiot, he should have know better, he should have know you better. He should have stopped you, wait for you until your head was not acting out of instinct and anxiety. Slowly, as if he were testing troublesome waters, Caleb stepped into the shower. You were not running away, but you weren't looking at him, it pain him how you flinched when he raised his arm to turn off the shower.

"I am sorry" his movements fast and swift as he used a towel to envolve you "Forgive me, pipsqueak. I should have know"

Swoly his arms moved to your body, waiting for your rejection, when it never came he pressed himself closer to you. His hands drawing soothing patterns in the skin of your arms, letting you cry until you decided to face him. Unable to resist the urgency of his touch, your body betrayed you and you his in Caleb's chest, the same way you used to whenever you had a nightmare or were scared. It felt like home.

"I am sorry" your apology did nothing to tame Caleb's anxiety. Gently he lifted your chin until your eyes meet each other's "I didn't mean to... I got anxious... I didn't want to lose you. I had to do something to make sure you would never go" your hands grabbed his face digging your fingers on his cheeks "I cannot loose you again. I can't lose my Caleb" desesperation filling your voice.

How was he supposed to react? Caleb had loved every second you were clinging on to him, but was that one the only reason? Is that the way you saw what you have done? It hurted him, he had loved you for years, yearning and waiting for an opportunity, waiting for you to feel at least a fraction of what he felt for you to not olose the Caleb you once knew. The possessive part of him, that he tried to buried, made his way to the surface, his big frame towering your small one until you were merely a breath away.

"What?" Disappointment and anger filled his voice "Is that what it was?" His fingers make his way to your throat "Is this some mean to keep your gege?"

"Caleb? I didn't mean"

"Fuck" his embrace holding you even tighter "Do you regret it? I need to know" Caleb last thread of patience had spanned "If you regret, if you think was a mistake, tell me now. We can go back to where it was... I can be your gege again, but please don't give me hope for you to just take away..."

For the second time your hand met his cheek, leaving and angry mark, this time a bruise would form. Pushing him on the mattress, you straddled on his lap, your hands covering his mouth.

"I regret it the way it happened! I regret that I acted out of fear and anxiety and not out of love!" Tears falling on his body, how he wanted to brush them away but he was unable to move "I regret that I did not wait until your last name was mine, to cross that line before our promise"

Promise? What promise? He didn't know what you were talking about, he made sure to remember every singles promise that he had made to you, yet he was unsure about what you were referring to

"Dummy!" A smile making a way to your face. Freeing his mouth, you slapped him on the chest "You have forgotten, don't you?" Bringing your hands together in a pinkie promise you looked at him "I, MC, swear that will be the bride of Caleb..."

Memories flooded his mind, a hot summer and falling trees. Two kids with scrapped knees and full of mud. A warm breeze ruffling their hairs as they leaned together, a pinky promise taking place.

"...I, Caleb will be your broom, to protect you and shield you..." the anger and desesperation going away "... Together forever..." your voices mixing together "Caleb and MC will be married together"

"Dummy" even though you laughed, the tears kept falling from your eyes "Dummy, dummy, dummy..."

"I am such a fool" Gently, Caleb pulled you closer, whipping away your tears "I am so sorry, pipsqueak" his own vision becoming blurry "I forgot... I won't forget again.. I am so sorry...I should have know..."

Your hand rested on the crook of his neck, tracing patterns in the burn scar's in his chest, unable to say something else. Fear, anger, happiness, relief among other feelings were running free inside of you, but the steady beat of living heart calmed you down, Caleb was alive, Caleb was back.

Caleb's was battling against his own feelings, Caleb knew that you regreted what you have done, but you didn't hate him, and for that moment it was enough. Soon, you would need to address the feelings that you both had, to navigate where you were going from now on, but in that peaceful moment there was nothing that the both of you dared to say. Caleb was going to make sure that no one would tear him away from him, not again.

[proton-wobbler]

Great Backyard Bird Off - Cosmopolitan Birds (poll 5)

Bird Info & Submission Reasons

Common Swift (Apus apus)

Continents: Africa, Asia, Europe

"Swallows are really neat but swifts are so cool and fast and brilliant. Their colour is beautiful. They are not passeriformes, which is also cool, and their feet are SO WEIRD"

"I love swifts, we got them in the street I grew up in every summer. The swifts' arrival means the beginning of summer to me, and when they leave, almost mysteriously, it's the end. We had a nest in the eaves just above our bathroom window, and swifts would return to it every year. I can't go back to where I grew up easily any more, and the sound and sight of swifts overhead always feels like the glimpse of a hug from home. One of my favourite things in the world is a sky full of gathering grey clouds and screaming, wheeling swifts ahead of a breaking summer storm. Submitting from the UK."

"they're sooo fast. so fast. and i love their little cacophonies"

"They don’t exactly live in your back garden but they’re a bird you often see zipping along through the air. In the Netherlands, seeing the first ones of the year really reminds you that spring and summer are coming. There’s a saying that when you see this birds flying low, it’s going to start raining hard very soon and they’ve never let me down. Also, these birds are hardcore. Unless they’re chicks or taking care of their own young, they’re flying around 99% of the time. They sleep in the air, they have sex in the air, they spend the first 3 years of their life never landing— until the time comes to raise their young. Isn’t that cool!!!"

Red-backed shrike (Lanius collurio)

Continents: Europe, Africa, Asia

"Woke up at 5 to see them. Worth it. Beautiful birds"

Handsome small shrike. Male distinctive, with blue-gray head, black mask, rusty-brown back; female has warm brown upperparts, fine dark scalloping on breast and flanks. Found in open areas with scattered bushes and trees, such as heathland, overgrown orchards, and open farmland with hedges and scattered bushes; especially favors areas with thorny plants on which prey (small birds, large insects, rodents) can be impaled in "larders." Hunts from perches atop bushes and on wires, but at other times is retiring and easily overlooked. Listen for harsh, rough-sounding calls. Song is a rather quiet warble, often with mimicked elements. (eBird)

Image Sources: Swift (Anonymous); Shrike (Ana Amaral)

[countthelions]

How to Give a Knight a Punk Haircut

"I wonder if I should set a timer next time," Tanguish mused aloud. No one was there to hear him anyways. "Maybe it'll help me figure out what state you'll return in."

Well, he could always count on Helsknight being sweaty, and probably still swinging; sword or fist, it didn't seem to matter. Whenever he was pulled away by his hermit's connection, they were still more interested in decking each other in the face than doing literally anything else. 

"Or give me time to ... uh, figure something out. How to help." This wasn't helping his own problem as much as he hoped it would. The house was so empty without Helsknight. Making noise, according to others, was supposed to help with the waiting. He didn't like waiting. His claws were too loud where they were tapping together in his lap. His tail kept curling and uncurling around his leg. He felt an itch. Not like he'd been abandoned - not really, it wasn't really like that - but like he needed to do something. He had cleaned up the half-finished lunch. He wasn't really hungry without someone to eat it with. He had wiped the table down. He had sat on the couch.

He had tried talking out loud. He used to be really good at holding a conversation with himself. But, looking around the room and seeing all the marks of two people occupying the cramped space, his mind couldn't let go of the idea there was supposed to be someone else here.

I wish they just got along, he thought sourly, then repeated it. "I wish you two got along. It would make my life much less stressful."

They couldn't hear him of course. With a small sigh, Tanguish stared down at the floor. He needed something to do. ... He could... count the bricks or something. Maybe it'll lull him into some sort of nap and when he woke, Helsknight would be back, he could fret, Helsknight could grumble, they'd make dinner, and everything would go back to normal. He traced the edges of the room. It wasn't the worst idea. There were probably better ideas, but - he shook his head. It was something.

One, two, oh that one's kinda lopsided, I wonder if it's the one I keep tripping on - uh, three.

The universe, in all its humor, picked that moment to dump Helsknight back into Hels. Him, and an ungodly amount of water, with an horrible screech from the knight's armor as it all clinked and clattered against itself and the chair he'd fallen into. Tanguish sprung to his feet.

"Fuckin' hels." Helsknight immediately cursed, groaning where he was all piled up. That was a good sign. Complaining meant he wasn't hurt, probably. Careful through the puddles, Tanguish made it over just in time for Helsknight to knock him right over with a wet pile of cloak.

"Ack-!"

"Oh Tanguish - hold on -"

Everything tasted wet, and miserable. And a bit like burnt hair. What was that last part again?

"Did something happen to uh," Tanguish only started the sentence before Helsknight took stock of himself with almost comically frantic pats of his person - like he'd lost something, or as if they had been fighting over something in particular - then found what he was looking for. He cursed about that then fled to the bathroom. The door slammed behind him. Tanguish blinked in the abrupt quiet. Okay? That was weird.

"Are you okay?" He called to the other room.

There was a muffled something that he supposed would work as a 'fine' by Helsknight standards. Tanguish blinked owlishly at all the water. What happened?

Maybe they fell off a bridge or something, he thought, looking around the room for something to mop the water up with. Quickly, because it was already starting to form ice crystals underneath his tail. If it all froze, even in the Hels heat, it would take ages to melt away. They had only a few kitchen towels. They'd need the bathroom ones too. Tanguish turned his attention towards it. The bathroom where... Helsknight had definitely locked himself inside.

Oh, he's cursing now. Tanguish didn't know there were that many gods and saints and other deities out there in the world, but Helsknight was cursing the lot of them like he found the full list and was going down it line by line. It was impressive, in some odd sort of way. There were more than just the names though. From what he could hear beneath the clank of armor being stripped off and dried, it sounded like something to do with fire, and heat, and how stupid the whole thing was - well I could've told you that part - and something something. All this meant was Tanguish would have to wait for the towels, and wait for Helsknight to remember Tanguish was here, and come get his help. 

With a sigh, Tanguish got back to his feet, carefully climbing over the back of the couch to avoid the water spill, before sitting back down by the bathroom door. Idle hands followed the broken seams on his tail's spikes, picking off the small ice crystals that had already started to form from just that little water contact.

"It's probably not that bad," he finally piped up when Helsknight had picked on Herobrine to curse to next. It earns him a growl in response, which was enough of a warning to jump out of the way when his friend slammed open the door in dramatic frustration.

"What kind of fool picks a fight in a geyser field?!" is snapped his way, and Tanguish does, what he thinks, is an admirable job not immediately looking at whatever Helsknight was upset over with his appearance.

 "Well, uh, you did." He answers instead, prepared for the blazing red glare to pin him down. All the spikes on his spine however, don't get the memo and twitch as if ready to help him be more aerodynamic in case his friend decides to chuck him out the window. But he doesn't do that. Helsknight only throws his hands up, storming to the other side of the small apartment to increase his range of pacing. That's permission enough for Tanguish to take the chance to see what happened. 

They must've fallen into a geyser at some point - well duh. The water was a dead giveaway. Helsknight had stripped everything wet off his person, leaving him in just his thick pants. With all the skin visible, there was clearly no extra scars or wounds. Some bruises, but those would heal. No, what seemed to be the issue was his hair. Somehow it had gotten caught up in the heat, and like the straw of its color, burnt all up one side. It was all awkward spikes and shapes, and black as blackstone. It looked like he had met the wrong side of a ghast fireball. Then skidded on the ground to tangle up all the strands into an ugly blackened blob. Then - 

"You don't need to make that face." Helsknight huffs, breaking Tanguish out of his staring. Oops.

 "It's um unique." He offered, joining Helsknight in the main room. "Definitely a little, uh -" 

"It's stupid."

 "Yeah, alright it kind of is." He concedes. That's the point Helsknight wanted him to get to, so Tanguish could give him that at least. With a tilt of his head, Tanguish squinted until the burnt parts faded into the dark brick of the walls. Huh. With a little bit of -

"I do not want to hear wherever that thought is going."

"I didn't even say anything!" Tanguish complained. It was a good idea.

Helsknight only gave him the driest of stares.

"I think you could make it work."

He squinted further. That normally would be enough for Tanguish to be cowed, to drop the subject until Helsknight was ready to pick it up back up again. But, Helsknight had returned and dumped whatever water had gotten caught up in his armor all over the room when he reappeared, and then immediately sulked off to the bathroom instead of helping clean up the mess, so maybe Tanguish was annoyed with having to do that alone. 

And this was a good idea.

"It'd make you look different from Wels," He offered. That lessened the stare. Helsknight glared over to the walls instead, hands clenching and unclenching, as if he was trying to not touch his hair and was barely succeeding.

"Fine." Helsknight bit out, grumbling under his breath but staying put. He looked awkwardly off to the side, managing to tilt the whole burnt side away as Tanguish scurried around the kitchen to get what he needed. Scissors obviously, which he was surprised to actually find in their drawers, and a knife, which he also finds, though it's an unfamiliar thing. Then, he turns to Helsknight. Who was still just standing there, looking all and all like a wet dog. But willing enough to try this idea. Tanguish knew he couldn't let him down. There just had to be a good way to do this.

Should he sit in a chair, then Tanguish could - no Helsknight was still too tall for that. He could stand on the table maybe - or - well, this might be the only option - "Here, sit uh, on the ground. You're too tall." That final sentence kept Helsknight from doing anything else but puffing up like a frustrated bird, before he put a hand on the table and leveraged himself down with an annoyed sigh.

"Don't cut me." was his final warning, before Tanguish's fingers met his hair.

Up close, the burnt parts looked even more uncomfortable than he thought. He tried sorting out the worst of the strands, wincing for the knight whenever they pulled on his scalp. Everything just looked angry, and unhappy. Even the hair that hadn't gotten burnt looked brittle and unkempt, wind-blown. It all snagged on his claws uncomfortably, but it needed to be done, no matter what small noises Helsknight huffed and grumbled.

"I thought you were going to cut my hair." Helsknight's low rumble broke Tanguish out of his thoughts.

"I am, I'm just, sorting it all first." He explained. "Does it hurt?" I'm trying to not pull but there's uh, a lot of knots of stuff."

"No, it's fine."

[pose in mind: tanguish sitting in the chair with helsknight sitting on the ground in front of him. he's leaning against tanguish's leg, one arm kinda curled around that same leg in idle placement, just to be somewhere that'll be out of the way. the lean lets tanguish tilt helsknight's head further to the side, to really cut down all of the burnt parts. they idly chatter as tanguish works on this part]

"Have you done this before?" Helsknight asked.

"Kinda," Tanguish says, tongue out in concentration as he clips around Helsknight's ear. "I helped Tango clean up for some sort of hermit party, uhm, when he, well, after one test of Decked Out, he had gotten a bit of frost bite from falling into his trapped pool and something about whatever charm was in that pool made his dungeon master enchantments go haywire. It grew his hair really fast for a few days and he kept just hacking it off with whatever sharp thing he had close by when I wasn't around."

Helsknight chuckled at the imagery, a loose sound. "I bet that looked stupid."

"It did. All the cut pieces made for a really funny braid, but at least putting it up like that got him to stop cutting it with his axe." It was dangerous too, to try cutting hair like that, wasn't it? What they were doing here was smarter at the very least. These were sort of good scissors, didn't snag when Tanguish crunched them over the burnt parts. Next he knew was the knife. It wouldn't be shaved all flat (though he'd seen that look before, somewhere in his mind's eye. Cleo maybe?) but at least with the knife he figured it could make it all be the same length.

He focused there next, warning Helsknight too. It was a blade, something sharper than the scissors - definitely sharper because it needed to - it would be close to Helsknight's head - but he wouldn't drop it or cut his ear (more than the chips that were already taken out of it from fighting) and maybe this -

"I trust you." His friend sighed, resting his cheek back onto Tanguish's knee, as if to show the permission granted. "You've gotten this far already."

Tanguish carefully held the knife, examining its edge.

"Where'd this one come from," he asked, before his nerves got to him. Maybe hearing Helsknight talk would help him calm down too.

"Probably the same place as the rest of them. EB likes to share, or brag," Helsknight chuckled. His words ramble off at that point, questioning what it looked like - thin, with some small copper swirls down its handle - and telling stories of the times it could be from. Maybe a bet, or chucked at Helsknight during a collective fight. Or stolen, probably stolen, if it had been just thrown at his head.

"So you stole it. Isn't that against your tenants?"

Helsknight shrugged, "he didn't ask for it back."

Tanguish inhaled quietly, and found his hands didn't shake quite as much as he thought they would. He smoothed a thumb over the rough cuts he'd done, flattening it all in one way, away from anything that would bleed - his neck, his ear, primarily - then followed that same path with the knife. It was much sharper than the scissors, and slid through the blackened parts like they weren't even there. What was left beneath was the soft fluff of unburnt hair, prickling up against Tanguish's fingers where he scruffed through the new length.

Just like he thought, with the one side long, and the other short, it was going to look very cool, very unique. Hopefully Helsknight liked it, when he was done. well, if he didn't, they could revisit that potion idea. Maybe whatever enchantments Tango had used for his dungeon look could be replicated. Tanguish would have to figure out some sort of lie though... he had a feeling Tango wouldn't be as keen to share it with Helsknight. But -

"It feels like you're done." Helsknight broke him out of his thoughts.

"Are you getting restless?" Tanguish was ready to tease.

"The floor isn't comfortable." He says, shifting as if his foot or something had fallen asleep. Which it very well could have done. Tanguish had no idea how long they'd been doing this. He sat back, hands moving through all the short sections to make sure there were no long pieces hiding - then once that felt right, he made sure all the longer pieces left were okay. A few he had trimmed up too. He didn't need to. Maybe it was just nice to be able to shift the knight's head wherever he wanted it to go. Just for a bit, to have that physical proof of that trust. The examination had to come to an end though. There was nothing left to check, and Helsknight was getting antsy.

"Yeah, I'm done." Tanguish said, releasing the knight from his grasp.

[Helsknight checks first by feeling it (while his foot wakes up) then off to the bathroom where their mirror is. Overcome with the sudden worry that he messed it all up, Tanguish doesn't follow, brushing off the bits of hair that got stuck to his pants before collecting all the pieces from the floor into a pile with the towel he had mopped up some of the water with.

"You did good." Turns out yeah, Helsknight doesn't mind it.

Tanguish looks over. Helsknight has his back to him - still looking in the mirror - tilting his head, brushing the free hair around, touching the shaved sections with scarred pads. There's little flecks, like stars, that glimmer through the shorter section. Oh -

"You said your hair used to be lighter, right?" Tanguish leans on the doorway, catching Helsknight's eyes in his reflection. He looks just as surprised as Tanguish does to see the old color poke through. 

- some jests about wondering if doing it all would make it grow back, HK scowls at the idea of having to regrow it all. The half-shaved look make the expression even tougher, which the knight is lowkey delighted about. Maybe it'll keep people from bugging him on the streets (doubt). They wonder if shaving any of Tanguish's hair would make little puffs of fire grow in around the ice.

- Eh, touching it, it's not as soft, and definitely more made of ice than anything. It'd probably just make his scalp shiny, like that one time the fountain froze over.

- Helsknight's belly rumbles, reminding him what was interrupted by Wels. They get everything cleaned up, more towels down on the floor (which definitely started to ice over in one section (tanguish accidentally had his tail there oops), making some quick second lunch as they chat about hair

- It doesn't take long to fill the space back up with the noise of two people, as it should be.

[iesuroo]

Had a nightmare with all my worst fears. It ended with my mom putting her cigarette out on my arm and me cry sobbing so it's safe to say my mommy issues are going strong.

[swag-system]

me to every single person i meet: hey do u mind if i pack bond with u and see u as my family. is that okay with u. (doesnt wait for an answer)

[cinnammonfairy]

⌗ hybrids – f! cat x doberman ghost! + heat + virginity loss + squirting + implied pregnancy/breeding ⋆˙⟡

where you go into heat, and your not-so-new friend simon helps you.

when price finally brought simon home, you did not take it all too kindly. only familiar with the presence of price and few other hybrids (being a house cat and all, always preferring to stay home), you grew uptight at the new imposing presence at your home. you knew price was only trying to look out for you by gifting you a companion, someone you could cling to when he was away, yet he also knew how shy you were too which could translate to unwelcoming behaviour towards those who are unacquainted with you.

simon having been briefed by price of your shy tendencies played along, preferring to wait until you grew accustomed to his presence around the house. which admittedly took... quite a while. price having been home for the start of simon's stay to get you on friendly terms did little to help, only making you ever so clingier.

when it came to just the both of you within the confines of your home, you avoided him with an admirable amount of effort. he knew it wasn't that you disliked him, you just haven't gotten to know him and how could you when you'd scramble if he walked into a room you were currently in? or if he'd be leaning on the doorframe of your shared bathroom waiting for you to finish your lengthy baths, the scent of your bathbomb wafting through the crack of the doorway your humming gleefully at the warmth of the water clear to his impeccable hearing, doberman hybrid and all does little to quell his ever growing fascination in you.

the week leading up to your heat (not that he knew), was filled with uncommon behaviour from you, once an early riser now you woke later into the day, your sweet scent heightened keeping him alert of your whereabouts throughout the house. your usually energetic self, that always found a way to keep busy around the house also grew tired easier, which was how he found you sprawled out on the couch late at night, a show you were keen on running on the tv. gathering your weak form in his arms, he lifted you up bridal style making sure to cradle your head in his arm.

your eyes opened briefly, jolting awake as you realized who was currently holding you and walking you towards your bedroom, before you gave in to the lethargy that seemed to engulf your body. letting him carry you up the stairs, his scent overwhelming your senses leaving your body the slightest bit feverish.

"i don't feel so good." your words coming out barely more than a whisper into the chilly night air, lights dimmed out due to the hour.

"i can see that, let me take care of you yeah? " his arms wrapping tighter around your form as he rounds the corner to your bedroom, tucking you in, and closing the door softly behind him before placing a call to price.

"...the date of her heats are usually irregular, but she's probably going into one soon." price's voice crackles through the phone speaker, as simon's brow furrows.

"what can i do to help her?" simon's reply earns a small huff from price, who's answer has simon's cock growing hard in his trousers imagining you begging for him.

"you can help her but only if she asks, she probably will though. god knows you feel much better than her dildo does."

the next morning he was greeted with the overwhelming scent of your slick, your warm body atop him, bare tits pressed against his chest, his blanket pushed aside so your wet little pussy could rub on his still covered hard on. every pass of his cock spreading open your pretty pussy, his tip catching onto your clit creating pleasurable friction.

"what's all this about angel? where did my shy girl go hm?"

"m' sorry si, need you..." his hands go to guiding your hips, as they grew sloppier. your wetness creating a patch on his boxers outlining his hard cock.

"s' alright pretty, i've got you." tipping your chin up to meet his gaze as he connects your lips to his, softly pecking them as a form of reassurance. price said to take things slow and he promised to try, you had no qualms kissing him back so sweetly as he cradled your cheek in his palm. with your pussy still rubbing on his cock, he moved you to lay below him lifting his body enough to peel his boxers off.

spreading your legs to expose your wet cunt, little hole twitching and leaking slick. your little clit glistening in the early morning sunrise, as he circles it softly with the head of his cock, dragging it down to your pool of slick and up to nudge against your clit, swiping it back and forth as you writhed on the bed moaning for him to,

"put it in now please si."

"so wet angel, i could just slip right in yeah?"

"'mhm! s' wet for you."

"such a good girl, so pretty for like this for me."

he positions the head of his cock on your hole, the both of you gasping as it enters. all the while rubbing your clit softly with his thumb, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, cheeks and lips. your pussy halfway enveloping his fat cock as your legs tremble softly, your hole clenching rhythmically at his intrusion. your hands go to his biceps as you feel the knot in your stomach growing ever so tighter, just from him putting his cock in. you've had a dildo and a couple pleasurable vibrators before to help you through your heat but never an actual cock, the feeling of his big cock entering your practically virgin hole was too much to bear, even more so as he rubbed at your clit so sweetly to build enough pleasure and wetness to take his cock. before you knew it, you were cumming hard on his cock a soft gasp left you as he worked you through your strong orgasm, clenching hard on his fat cock.

"so pretty... that was a nice one hm lovie, that feel good for your little pussy sweetheart yeah? y' love my fat cock stretching out your hole so much you can't help it huh."

"s' too big si..." you sobbed out as his fingers kept strumming your clit, prolonging your orgasm.

"you're taking it so well though sweetheart, i'm almost there baby. you can cum as much as you want angel."

your orgasm which left you wetter than before made it easier for him to ease his cock inside, groaning at your warmth as he bottomed out. he zoned in on where your eyes were currently resting, the filthy sight of your pussy plugged full of his cock as he took a testing shallow thrust, a mewl leaving your lips.

"your pussy's so pretty full of my cock sweetheart, you're taking it so well, 'm so proud baby."

"what do you say sweetheart?" he says, pulling his cock out halfway, watching as his cock slips out coated in your slick and cum.

"thank you si-i!" he slammed his hips once, again filling your pussy up full and catching you off guard.

his thrusts left you breathless as you looked into his eyes, pleading for anything and everything at all once. your current state of heat left your cheeks perpetually flushed which he found charming, your eyes fluttering, for someone who was practically begging to be fucked just this morning, he loved your sweet, shy and soft little mewls. slotting your lips together to meet for a kiss, one that you so kindly and eagerly return, he knows he's found your spot as a sweet little gasp leaves your lips. he rests his forehead to yours as you lock your feet on his back, your pussy clenching erratically as a telltale sign that you were approaching your orgasm.

"wanna cum si!"

"go ahead baby."

pulling out most of the way, he thrusts in to be met by a spurt of clear liquid splashing and splattering onto your stomach, his pelvis and abs. every time he pulls out the slightest bit to slam his cock back in to your tight squirting heat, he earns another splash of clear liquid that's prompted by his thrusts. the hot sight of you squirting uncontrollably whilst crying softly on his cock prompts his own orgasm, and pumping his load into you.

"made such a cute mess on my cock baby hm? my shy angel's a squirter huh?" he says as he pulls his cock out fully, rubbing his cock fast over your clit to be met by more messy squirts, his thick load now seeping out of your little hole.

"m s-sorry si, it's embarrasing." you choke out amidst sobs where he gathers you in his arms, sitting up and places you on top of him. opening your legs to scoop up his leaking cum and shoving back into your hole, which makes you squeal.

"no need to be sorry sweetheart, 'm so glad i made you feel so good."

you hid your face in his neck as you sunk back down on his hard cock, seeing his cum leaking out of your pussy was an extremely erotic sight to him. your heat making you insatiable for the need of another orgasm.

"go ahead sweet girl, ride me baby, use me all you want."

and you do, if it wasn't evident enough with the protruding bump on your belly with a possessive hand resting over it upon price's return wasn't clear enough, you were having simon's pups.

☆ hi omg um this was just like something i spewed out from my brain deliriously over the course of a couple midnights i acc kinda wanna continue it or make a couple parts of it ... haven't rlly made an intro post but i'm planning to soon .ᐟ ♡ also reqs are open but i'm having midterms rn so if you do plan to leave anything on there might not get around to it for a while :(

ᡣ𐭩 header by cafekitsune .

[sacredsorceress]

Scars / Logan Howlett

pairing: dofp!logan howlett x mutant!reader summary: every person has a soulmate. after settling in the future that he saved, logan starts to consider his next mission when a suspicious mark appears on him. word count: 3.2k a/n: good ol'fashioned soulmate AU. this is the first actual fic i've written in a long time so please have some grace. reblogs and replies are super appreciated! warnings: general mentions of logan's past, scars, self-doubt, alcoholism, reader smokes a cigar, mentions of razors, scars, wounds, two uses of y/n

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It had been a week since Logan woke up in his healed timeline.

For most people, the change would have been dramatic. But Logan was far unlike most people. The initial dreamlike state he was in when he first walked through the mansion- seeing the ghosts he had once known returned to the flesh, unscathed- quickly subsided. Logan had always been a man thrown onto a new path- how he lived life constantly changing to best fit his interests. Now, with his newfound peace he found the most complicated mission of all: what to do with the life he was now free to live?

Even before the sentinels, the battles, the wars- he had always been a man on the run. He was solo, strategic, concise. For a man who was gifted with infinite regeneration, he had solely concerned himself with staying alive. He ate for sustenance, sought shelter for safety, and nursed a bottle to find enough peace of mind to sleep at night.

The professor had once told him that for a person to reach self-actualization they first had to have all of their needs met. Logan had scoffed at the time, assuring the professor that he knew himself just fine. But now, with his problems so solved that they had ceased to ever exist, he wondered if maybe the professor was right.

Who was he? Where did he go from here?

The answer was found in the form of a scar on his hand.

"Well, everything seems to be just fine."

Logan scoffed at the blue man in front of him

"Well it's not." Logan said. "Check again."

Two days after he had come back, a large, circular scar had appeared on the palms of each of his hands. When they hadn't disappeared after two minutes, he rushed to the bathroom and nicked himself with his razor, watching as the wound healed with only blood dripping down his scruff as a remanent of it. Thirty minutes after that he found himself in the lab with Hank, Jean, and the Professor hypothesizing his miraculous marks.

"Logan, the tests came back clear." Jean assured him, leaning against the wall. "Maybe it's time to consider that it's something else."

Logan quirked his head towards her.

"I haven't had a scar in over two hundred years," he reminded her, his voice laced with irony. "I get not one, but two and you... what? Think it's a coincidence?"

Before Jean had a chance at rebuttal, the professor moved to face Logan.

"That's not what Jean's inferring, Logan." Charles reminded him. "We're simply asking that you consider other options. Less... dire options. It could, after all, be a good thing."

"Yeah?" Logan scoffed. "Like what?"

A silence hung in the air.

When Logan had first come to them with news of his scar, the thought had been on all three of their minds. Still, there were a plethora of things that could have caused that. Though, when the tests came back clear and his skin continued to heal from all sorts of abrasions, it felt as if there was only one answer for his seemingly magical scars.

However, none of them were keen on sharing this diagnosis with Logan. One wondered whether he'd handle the idea of his body failing him over fated love.

Hank was the first to speak up.

"Like a soulmate."

Oh that was rich, Logan thought.

Logan wasn't unfamiliar with the idea of soulmates.

Around the time that two fated lovers were destined to meet, there would be a sign for each of them. In some cases they were eyes changing colors, feeling the other's pain, finding their names everywhere they looked. In other cases they were new birthmarks, tattoos, scars.

In some way, the two were inextricably connected.

In his long life he had seen others experience it dozens if not hundreds of times. When the first thirty years of his life rolled around with no one, Logan accepted that he was one of the outliers. He considered it for the best and by now, with everything that he had gone through, the concept of soulmates almost seemed like an old wives' tale.

Logan glanced at their faces. When he realized they were serious, a deep laugh escaped from his gut. There was a lack of light in his eyes that admitted his insincerity.

"So I disappear for a few decades and you all start believing in fairytales?" Logan pulled the needles from his arm, the heart rate monitor going flat as he did. "What a bunch of bullshit."

Jean laid her hand against his chest, urging him back into the seat.

"Logan." She soothed him. "This is a good thing. Scott and I-"

Oh this was real rich.

"Scott and you are... what, huh?" Logan urged. "Soulmates?"

Logan scoffed, swiping Jean's hand from his chest.

"Bet you're so happy with your 'soulmate' and that's why you lead me on, huh? That it? You're happy?" He taunted, a dark laugh escaping him once more. "Spare me-"

"Logan, that's enough!"

The professor's voice echoed against the linoleum walls of the lab, reverberating off of the medical equipment throughout.

"If you want to wallow in your own self-deprivation, be my guest, but spare the rest of us your grief." Charles continued. "I think it would be best if you go back to your quarters and consider the future the universe has offered you."

The energy in the air was thick.

Jean and Hank avoided Logan’s eye contact while the professor’s nearly burned a whole through him.

Accepting defeat, Logan threw his hands up in the air and pushed himself out of his metal chair.

“Fine.”

Soulmates. Logan thought. Who would believe in a thing like that?

-

"It's a pleasure to see you again."

The atmosphere in the mansion was a stark contrast to the lab Charles had been in days before.

Now the school day had commenced: children skipping from class to class, students chatting with their friends in the hallway, teachers grabbing coffee between lessons. Amidst the organized chaos, Charles had arranged to meet you in the foyer: the replacement history teacher for Logan's class.

"You too, professor." You smiled, reaching out your hand. "I was so glad to hear from you."

Your hand hung in the air briefly, awaiting his return. Charles examined it for a moment- a twinkle in his eye- before taking it. His thumbs brushed against the newfound scars between your knuckles as he did.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but you didn't always have these scars, did you, Y/n?" Charles asked.

You had not.

You had woken with them a few days before. Despite your powers rooted in chaos magic, it wasn't uncommon for blemishes or wounds to etch themselves into your skin. However, you often knew why. These marks, scars, were not faint, but instead quite profound. Three thick, healed over wounds patched together like a stitch on the back of each of your hands.

"No professor."

He closed his eyes, a soft smile gracing his lips. Though you knew he wished to ask more questions, the moment was broken by Logan.

"Ah, the man himself." Charles beamed. "Logan, I'd like you to meet Y/n. She'll be covering your class."

You had seen your fair share of news stories about the Wolverine. Who hadn't? Though the television had never prepared you for just how tall, or broad he was.

"It's nice to meet you, Logan."

"You too." He nodded, taking your hand.

His hand lingered in yours for a moment. Charles cleared his throat.

"We were just discussing the most peculiar scar on Y/n's hand." Charles said. "Appeared just a few days ago out of nowhere."

Charles nodded his head in the direction of your hand, leading Logan to squint. As if a light bulb had gone off over his head, Logan glanced between Charles and yourself and with your hand still in his, he turned it examine the back.

Three scars between your knuckles. Right where his own claws would be.

Though he liked to imagine himself as the patron of remaining suave, Logan's eyebrows shot up at the recognition. He traced his view from your hands, up your torso, to your face where you eyed him questioningly.

He thought back to the way that he woke up in the seventies, wrapped in the arms of another woman. If times had been different and Logan hadn't undergone all the so-called character development in the last forty years, he was sure that a face like yours would have gotten him in a lot of trouble. You were beautiful, and your demeanor highlighted your strength.

Your face radiated kindness, warmth and most of all, sincerity- a trait that was difficult to come by in a trade such as his.

But then Logan recalled that this wasn't the seventies and you weren't at some bar leading him on the entire night: your hand was in his and, according to everyone else, he was yours.

The idea almost couldn't register in Logan's brain.

"Interesting, isn't it, Logan?" Charles asked, breaking the silence. "Almost identical to where your claws are, hmm?"

Oh the professor thought he was quite funny.

Logan pulled his hand back from your grasp and shook his head.

"Not that easy, Charles." Logan commented before turning to you, a spiteful tone in his voice. "See you around, bub."

Before you had the chance to open your mouth, you watched as Logan stomped down the nearest hallway, his boots squeaking against the floorboards as he did. His fists clenched and released at his sides as he disappeared from view.

His reaction had come so far from left field that if it hadn't given you whiplash, it would have hurt your ego. Instead you turned back to the professor.

"Was it something I said?" You asked.

The professor shook his head, patting your hand gently.

"Logan's quite a complicated man." He assured you. "I'm sure you'll come to know that more than the rest of us. Now, to your classroom..."

Glancing over your shoulder to the void-like hallway that Logan went down, you considered the professor's words.

-

A storm had taken over the mansion by nightfall.

As you padded down the wood panelled hallways, the lightbulbs shook in their glass with each thunder clap- wind swatting at the window panes every few seconds. The pitter patter of the raindrops, although harsh, was comforting. It was almost as if the mansion had been engulfed by the storm, trapping everyone inside, while consequently making the outside world feel a thousand miles away.

When you found Logan's door, tucked in at the end of the hallway, you knocked.

"Yep."

The weight of the door fell against the palm of your hands as you pushed it open.

Logan's room was dark. The only light in the space had been from the embers of the cigar that hung in his mouth, cradled between his thumb and forefinger. Despite the darkness, you could make out his figure sitting at his desk chair by the window, feet kicked up on the sill.

Logan only gave you a quick glance over his shoulder before turning back to the view.

"What d'you want?"

His voice was thick and rough around the edges.

"I came for your textbooks." You replied, tiptoeing against his floorboards. "The professor said you'd have them."

The hand of his that held the cigar waved around. Minuscule ashes fell to the floor as your eyes remained trained on the light and the faint glow of the moon that illuminated the side of his face.

"Be my guest," he said. "Don’t have a clue where they are."

The professor had given you the lowdown when he saw your scars.

Charles told you that despite everything that you had learned- the history that you had known- the Wolverine you'd meet was not the same person. He was a man from a different time with far different, darker memories and enough baggage to weigh down dozens.

Amidst the silence, you cleared your throat.

"Must be hard to wake up in someone else's life."

By now you had reached his desk, your fingertips tracing the lines in the dark, lacquered wood.

You could smell him and the cigar from this distance- aftershave mixed with smoke.

"The professor tell you that?"

"Mhm."

The chair creaked as Logan flicked his hand towards the window, ushering you to come closer.

Watching your step in the dark, you maneuvered around the furniture and sat beside Logan on his desk- pushing loose papers to the side.

"He give you his whole spiel on soulmates too?" He asked, eyes trained on the rain outside.

Soulmates.

Now that was the last thing you expected to come from the Wolverine's mouth.

You'd heard of them more times than you could count. You once wondered whether every repetitive coincidence was a sign that your person was coming. But, when that never happened, you lost hope.

Who got to tell you who you belonged to anyway?

Leaning over, you gingerly took the cigar from his grasp and replaced it with your own fingers. Sitting back into the desk as lightening struck a tree in the distance, you took a puff.

"So that's what the scars on my hands were all about," You thought aloud.

The window fogged as you let the smoke leave from your mouth in a breathy sigh.

Logan tapped his fingers on his thighs, counting the seconds between a lightening strike and its consecutive rumble of thunder.

"Listen, I'm no prince charming if that's what you came here looking for."

Logan's chair creaked again as he leaned back in his seat. His arm draped against the desk as he met your gaze.

You chuckled and held out his cigar, offering it back to him.

"I came here looking for textbooks." You laughed. "You're the one who keeps talking about soulmates. I think you're more of a romantic than you let on.”

His fingers brushed against yours as he took the cigar back into his own hand. Another lightning strike met the ground in the distance, a clap of thunder following moments afterwards.

"You don't buy it?" Logan quirked his eyebrow. It was a teasing question, one he was curious to hear your answer to.

You shrugged.

"I don't think the universe gets to tell me who to love," you said. "If I fall in love with you it's because I love you, Logan. Not because some mark told me to. I just think of it as... a little shove in the right direction.”

The corner of his mouth quirked into a smile for the first time.

"A shove?"

"Like a... blind date." You finished. "Ever been on one of those?"

A congested laugh escaped him.

"Sweetheart, do I look like the type of guy to go on a blind date?"

You bit the inside of your cheek at the name.

Rolling your eyes, you swatted at his arm. You wouldn't admit how much it hurt your knuckles to do so. You'd have to make a mental note to remember his adamantium skeleton.

"Gosh, you're cocky!"

Logan shrugged, "You're the one who likes it apparently."

You felt yourself grow hot at his accusation.

Even though he had a mark signalling his future affection for you, you couldn't help but feel embarrassed by Logan's knowledge of yours. You felt like a child who's crush had just been exposed to the whole class. Was he noting ever glance that you gave him? The way you didn't move when his arm brushed against yours?

A brief pause hung in the air until another thunder clap reverberated against the walls.

"So what's your mark?" You asked.

Logan shoved the cigar into the corner of his mouth. The biting motion forced him to flex his jaw in a way that you would refuse to admit made you start to realize that maybe the universe was right.

And that maybe his cockiness was justified.

He laid out his hands for you. The room was still dark, making the ability to discern the details of his scar impossible. Taking Logan's hands in yours, you summoned your magic into your hands, watching as they glowed gold.

Logan had two large, circular scars imprinted into his palms. It was a clear indicator of your own magical power that surged from your hands.

It left a feeling you couldn't describe in your chest to know that someone else was marked for you. They were destined for you. To be with you. You had a future written together before the two of you had met. Even if he rejected you, there was a sign etched into his skin that bound the two of you together in some fateful way.

Gently, you traced your fingertips against the mark, feeling the warmth that radiated from his palms.

When your eyes flicked upwards, you noticed how close the two of you were now sitting. You could feel his warm breath against your lips as the lingering smell of the cigar drifted up your nose.

Although he wouldn’t admit it, Logan was enchanted by the energy radiating from you. Whether people hated or loved him, his ability got a lot of talk. In his mind though, he would never be a hero. He was just some guy who got lucky.

You, though? He didn’t need you to tell him that you were an Omega level mutant. Logan had heard about you from the professor: you could cast spells, read minds, reconfigure reality- to name a few. You didn't need a reason to fight for what's right, you just did. Again, and again, and again. Even here, now, you were picking up Logan's history class when he knew very well you could be on the other side of the world sipping pina coladas if you wanted.

What the hell was the universe thinking putting you with him?

Logan admired the reflection of the magic on your cheeks and the way your eyes stayed trained on his palms. Your touch was so gentle he could have sworn he was in a distant dream until your eyes met his.

The two of you stared at each other for a moment, gaze locked.

Then another clap of thunder shook the mansion.

You quickly leaned back, pulling your hands from Logan's touch.

"I should... I should go." You said, pushing yourself off of Logan's desk. "It's getting late and I have my first class in the morning."

Logan leaned back in his seat. He said nothing but eyes remained fixed on your form as you made your way towards the door.

Looking back at him with your hand on the knob you made a mental note to remember the image of him with his feet kicked back on the window as he smoked his cigar.

A soft smile remained.

"Good night, Logan."

When you didn't leave immediately, he nodded.

"Night, sweetheart."

Mustering up the courage to shoot him one last smile, you pulled open the door and stepped outside.

Now, Logan didn't know how much he believed in soulmates, but he could be inclined to consider that it was one good wingman.

Leaning back in his seat, Logan sighed and closed his eyes, letting himself drown out his worries with the sound of the rain.

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[zephyrchama]

You were sick. Your head was in a fog and your throat hurt something fierce. It was sweltering hot yet you shivered under the covers, hoping for the fever to pass soon. Your body, doing its best to get better, decided to empty the contents of your stomach over the side of the bed.

Beelzebub was the first to discover your condition. He came to wake you up in person when you hadn't shown up on time for breakfast. You were teetering like a newborn deer trying to clean up your mess. He was taken aback at the sight, at how clammy you were, and gently wiped the sweat from your face while checking how warm your forehead was. "You should lay down," he recommended, practically pushing you back into bed. You asked him to guide you to the bathroom instead.

He disappeared to fetch Lucifer. The eldest arrived immediately upon being informed of your condition. Your face muscles twitched as you tried to hold back a second round and apologized for the state you were in. Lucifer told you to stay quiet and just rest. "If you want to apologize, then get better soon."

"Don't tell anyone about this, ok?" you tried to ask. It came out as a garbled, barely perceptible whisper sending bolts of pain through your neck. You didn't want anyone to know how bad things really were.

"I do need to inform Diavolo, but rest assured I'll keep it brief." After ensuring you had water and would be fine alone for a few hours, Lucifer left early to inform RAD of your absence. He later texted you, "Don't hesitate to summon me if you need anything."

The house was quiet. It felt surreal to be the only one there. After some time had passed, you hobbled back to your bedroom and tried to sleep through the pain. Blissfully unaware of the chaos occurring elsewhere.

RAD is no small academy by any means, but rumors sure do spread fast. In first period, Beelzebub told Belphegor the sight he witnessed. They were overheard by Asmodeus, who lamented your absence to Solomon. Solomon asked Raphael to come with him to prepare some nutritious human food so you'd recover faster, and had to be forcibly stopped by Simeon. Luke found out by interrogating Solomon about why he was causing a scene in the kitchen.

Mephistopheles caught wind of the gossip and went directly to Diavolo for confirmation. Lucifer was none too happy at the situation, but the rumor mill was already spinning in full force. He did his best to uphold your image by telling anyone who broached the subject, "it's just the sniffles."

By lunchtime, Mammon was taking bets on how sick you were. "500 grimm says they're explodin' from both ends." "If that were the case, one of us would have stayed at the house with them," Satan rebutted, spying an easy win. "500 grimm says it's just coming out the bottom." They went back and forth, with others occasionally chipping in new symptoms such as hives or internal bleeding. Asmodeus, unable to listen any longer, left the cafeteria to post vague stories about his concern for you on social media.

Leviathan and Thirteen sent you get-well-soon text messages. One was full of worry and asked you to respond ASAP so they knew you weren't dying, as anxiety over your condition was causing them no end of fear. The other assured you to rest easy knowing that your candle was fine and you had plenty of time left before you kicked the bucket. It even recommended passing your bug onto someone else for fun.

You only saw the notifications in the evening, when a pounding headache woke you up and resounding footsteps in the hall signaled that people were home from school.

There was a knock at the door and Lucifer announced you had company. The crown prince and his butler imposed with a tray of fresh herbal tea. It would have smelled amazing if you possessed the ability to breathe through your nose. As the door shut behind them, you spotted at least ten figures out in the hallway.

Barbatos silently served you a hot cup, hopeful the rising stream would assist your sinuses. "Looks like you're recovering well!" Diavolo chimed. "That's great. I feared you were going to heave your guts out all day."

The frank sincerity caught you off guard and you choked on your tea. Barbatos was quick to grab the cup before it spilled.

"You knew?" you rasped. "Oh yes. Lucifer said it wasn't that bad, but tales of your illness have spread all over campus. We know human bodies aren't very strong."

You hunched down into the blankets to hide. The heat spreading across your face this time was not due to fever.

[airybcby]

If I Could Never Give You Peace

( bllk boys when your secret relationship is leaked by paparazzi)

a/n — wrote this on a whim after listening to peace by taylor swift

content — some nsfw but not explicit, fem! reader, cursing , all characters are 18 or 18+, slight ooc maybe?, some characters are repeated

synopsis — what happens when your relationship is leaked?

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ ' i'd give you my sunshine, give you my best ' ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the... ' everyone thought you'd broken up '

listen, you knew dating a good soccer player in high school was a big deal, but you didn't realize how big of a deal it really was when he went pro.

this was the same boy ( now man) that you'd been dating since you were 14, so nothing really changed your views on him. if you could love him through his awkward phase, and he could love you through yours, there was no way you'd break up.

again, you didn't realize that your relationship was such a big deal. it wasn't that the two of you were a secret, it was more of a 'private not secret' situation.

so when the two of you woke up in your shared bed because of just how many notifications the both of you were getting, you knew something was up.

and low and behold, something was wrong. when you opened any social media the first thing you saw was a strangely amazing photo of you and your long-term boyfriend kissing. really, if it wasn't a paparazzi photo, it would be your lock screen.

"aren't we just the cutest?" he asked you, phone thrown back onto his bedside table as if he didn't have a care in the world. (and he really didn't, not in this case)

truly, the only thing that may make him angry in this whole situation is the fact that he got woken up far earlier than his usual routine by all the commotion.

but of course, as he was dozing back off, you were reading the comments, as any loyal significant other would.

soccerluvr45: omg is that is gf from high school? i thought they broke up

okay, yeah. he had a rather public instagram account in high school that his rabid fans had found that had pictures of the two of you, but you'd never broken up?

reading through the many comments, it was like everyone had collectively decided the two of you'd broken up.

"mhm...just ignore it. the pr lady will deal with it." he mumbled as he grabbed your phone from your hands, laying it beside his before wrapping his arms around you.

"go to bed, 's too early to deal with all this."

his fans were silly, if they could see you with this bed-head man right now, they'd see there was no way the two of you would ever break up.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ NAGI SEISHIRO, yo hiori, NIJIRO NANASE, hyoma chigiri

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the... ' pr nightmare '

anyone who knew your boyfriend knew he was...a little extreme.

and unfortunately for you, this also applied when your relationship became public because of a slight slip of focus from the two of you. it wasn't that you were trying to keep your relationship a secret, you'd already been together a year now, but you also weren't trying to out yourselves.

yet, one singular minute when the two of you slipped away to the bathroom together at a soccer banquet...well lets just say a paparazzi was scarily ready to snap someone, anyone's, photo.

so here you were, sitting in a terrifyingly big office with your boyfriend and almost his entire management team.

"do you know what this could do to your reputation?" his manager asked. "it's just two adults doing adult things, they should've been in that bathroom! that would've gotten them—"

"okay, sir..."the pr woman cut him off, ever too enthusiastic to be talking about your private lives.

"you just need to ignore all of this until it goes away, alright? no press interviews after games anymore," she sighed as if this was basic comprehension. (your boyfriend wasn't the smartest but he also didn't need to be treated like an idiot.) "and no posting on any social medias for the time being. do you understand?"

"yeah, yeah. no talking to the grown men after games. and..."he grimaced at the thought of his next condition. " c'mon is posting on my socials that bad? i don't post about us anyways."

"at. all." and the room felt as icy as the pr woman's stare.

"yeah, no, okay i got it. no social media."

after another thirty minutes of this, with them saying basically the same stuff to you (even though you had no real social media presence anyways), you guys finally left.

"no fucking posting? what if i have to talk about a game coming up?" "i'm sure she knows how to do her job, love." you soothed your boyfriend as you got in the car the company arranged to have you two taken up with.

"yeah, well whatever. give me your hand," and who were you to say no to your boyfriend?

he took your hand and placed it on his neck, a place where you could see a few bites and hickeys if you really looked hard enough.

before you could protest he took a picture, posting it on his VERY public account with the caption...

' i love my woman ;) '

before turning off his phone completely.

"let's see them try to get ahold of me now."

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ RYUSEI SHIDO, tabito karasu, EITA OTOYA, oliver aiku

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ the... ' what picture ? '

how do two chronically offline people realize their relationship is now under scrutiny by the entire world?

the simple answer is...they don't!

you've never been interested in social media the way other girls your age had been. really, you'd rather just watch a video essay on every little topic that interests you than sit and watch six second videos then scroll all day.

to say the least, fast and forever changing social media just wasn't your thing.

and your boyfriend? he hardly even used his phone. unless it was for business or you, the thing was practically shoved away somewhere he couldn't care less about.

he would rather be reading or spending time with you out on a date...which is exactly the predicament the paparazzi put you in earlier this week.

the two of you were photographed having a little picnic and reading date at a small park that was pretty far out of town, assuming no one there knew, or even cared, enough to take a picture, but alas, someone did.

you and he had spent the rest of your week in pure, relaxed bliss. he had a game on saturday, so besides him going to practice and working out, the two of you stayed inside almost all week to prepare for the rather hectic weekend.

to say the game was a nail biter would be the understatement of the century. after two additional times, it was your boyfriend who scored the winning goal.

of course, you cheered the loudest, not noticing plenty of fans eyes on you unlike how many used to just chalk you up as an ecstatic fan.

as the post game interview came for him, you decided to stay closer to the door just incase it ran short. sometimes it was a one and done for him and others the questions went on for at least fifteen minutes, it just depended on his mood.

of course, the first question was about his game winning goal, but the second one threw him and you for a loop.

" what do you have to say about the photos of you and your reported girlfriend that have come out this past week? "

"...huh? what photos?"

eventually, the two of you did see the pictures, and all you could do was laugh because...how had you two not found out about this?

and you also made the picture your phone lock screen, but he didn't have to know that.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ RIN ITOSHI, reo mikage, SAE ITOSHI, chigiri hyoma

⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ ' but the rain is always gonna come if you're standing with me ' ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆

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