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I brought phone into sociology. Sociology professor speaks of US election. Phone is now all politics. I live in Canada. Francois what the hell.
#what the hell.#does anyone else name their phones?#theyre listening#sociology#teacher#politics#us#i live in canada what the hell
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am i just insane and paranoid or is it horrible that so many websites need you to sign up to use their stuff now? especially with so many websites asking for not just your email but phone number too?? some get even more personal than that?? i don't want to give that information to random websites just to use something, but for some reason this is just normal now and everyone treats it like an okay thing to do.
#like please am i genuinely just finding a problem with something small and meaningless or#does anyone else feel the same way.#my parents didn't get why i was so turned off by a website asking me to give my email real name phone number and postal code#like that is not a good thing right. that is not a normal thing.#and yet they told me that is?? âit's not that badâ they said??#am i going insane???#vex rambles
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Is there a reason you call Henry/Charlotte's ship Fairwell instead of Chenry? Just noticed and I'm curious :0
Hi anon! Weird answer, but it's literally just easier for me to say out loud. I had a speech impediment when I was younger that's not really audible anymore but a I have trouble with a lot of individual sounds.
The "ch/sh" sound in combination with the "ree" sound doesn't fit very well in my mouth, and I tend to "cut off" shorter words so "Chenry" is strangely hard for me to say.
Overall I just prefer Fairwell lol.
#I don't think anyone else would be able to identify a mistake in the way I say Chenry its just hard for me to form in my mouth#also my phone doesn't autocorrect Fairwell but does autocorrect Chenry. so when I'm picking between the two in typing Fairwell is easier#its my beloved ship I get to chose the ship nameđ
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I need to reblog with tags but I'm on mobile so please check out the the tags they not mine but op's
Short DPXDC Prompts #980
The information blackout on Amity is taking its toll on Amity Parkers. The GIW are getting more violent, the ghosts are getting more dangerous in order to not get caught by the GIW, Inviso-Bill is nowhere to be found. Paulina starts calling anyone and everyone that she knows from outside of town. No one answers her pleas. She manages to get a list of contacts her grandfather had during his time in the military. Sheâs ran out of options. She hopes to god one of these numbers work. She dials. And waits. The phone rings and rings and rings and- âHello, Alfred Pennyworth. How may I be of service?â
#dpxdc#oh fuck yeah#Paulina stammers through a quick plea for help hoping this old man wonât hang up on her#mentioning that she got this number through her grandfather#Alfred is silent for a moment before letting someone know heâll be taking a break for a phone call#in the background everyone is perplexed because Alfred rarely does this#but paulina hears that heâs stepping away from his family to talk to her and sobs in relief#this is farther than sheâs gotten with anyone else#the GIW are monitoring outgoing phone signals so honestly itâs a miracle this guy even picked up#even with Fenton tech boosting her signal some of the calls just failed#Paulina quickly blurts out her name and location so Alfred has that information#then runs down a quick list of everything going on and why they need help. badly.#â-and I know this sounds ridiculous Mr. Pennyworth but you have to believe me#but everything has gone to shit! the GIW declared martial law and took over the police station and mayors office#and we have no access to the outside world. I donât even know what day it is! we lost track weeks ago!â#Paulina isnât even giving Alfred a second to speak#thereâs heavy thumping and sirens approaching in the distance and paulina starts talking faster#âShit the guys in white are here! remember what I told you and please send us help! both our living and afterlives are at stake here!â#Paulina begs and hangs up right as some agents break her door down shouting at her to hand over her phone#Alfred is just#there#what did he just listen to?#either this was an extremely elaborate prank or there was an entire town in danger#and the future of the town rested on the shoulders of some high schoolers. some of which have already disappeared#from how this young lady sounded Alfred would bet this was no prank#Alfred hangs up his side of the line and immediately informs Bruce heâll be taking a special vacation#the other bats are welcome to join him but they might be uncomfortable since heâll actively be breaking Bruceâs âno killingâ rule#everyone is a little shocked at this statement#they knew Alfred didnât obey the rule but blatantly saying he was going on a trip to kill someone? fuck yeah theyâre coming#anyone who pissed off Alfred is someone they need to investigate
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Green-eyed Monster
Synopsis. He knows itâs not your fault theyâre all over you - but that doesnât stop him from fĂșcking you like it is.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, jealous sĂ©x, spĂtting, exhĂbitionism, brĂ©eding, chokĂng, degradatĂon, cĂșmplay, Nanamiâs a bit mean, squĂrting, overstĂm, oral (female receiving), semi-public, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.4k
A/N. Itâs my birthday month yippeeeee
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - âTalk to her?â
It takes you a second to even register those words - let alone the phone being pressed against the side of your face - Tojiâs cock too big, the stretch too sinful, so utterly relentless as he fucks your sloppy pussy into the mattress.Â
âHellooooo? Anyone there?â
And it takes you even longer to hear that familiar tinny voice. Too familiar.Â
âT-Toji- what ngh-â you let out an obscene gasp - one you were sure that Toji drew out of you on purpose. Dragging his thumb all over your throbbing clit, lips curling in a way that already told you who was on the other end of the line.
âCâmon, doll. The mans been blowing up your phone all day.â his words are hot against your lips. Giving your swollen lips a loud peck, once. Twice. âSârude to keep someone waiting on call.â
He only huffs out a laugh at how cute you looked underneath him, all breathless and fucked dumb. Jaw slack, teary eyes rolling to the back of your head, words slurring and barely coherent.
âHngh- what-â you squirm, words so heavy as Toji continues his movements. âOh my god-â
Your boyfriend had you exactly where he wanted you - and since he couldnât take a hint, Toji was about to let that annoying little ex of yours know too. Knowing that whatever comes out of your pretty lilâ mouth would definitely stop that loser thinking he still had a chance.
âIs she there? Baby, are you there?â
Oh, well, Toji didnât like that. Not one bit, as he pushes your legs further apart to ram into you even deeper. Unstopping. Unforgiving - like he was taking his irritation out on your poor, ravaged cunt.Â
âYeah, speak up âbabyâ.â he pants into your open mouth, hot tongue licking up the stray tears rolling down your cheeks. âUse those words now.â
And because he was such a shameless bastard, Tojiâs rolling your swollen clit between two large fingers. Lips twitching up into a smirk as he drinks in all those cute little whines that startle out of you.Â
âHn-hngh-â you cry, bowing your body deeper into Tojiâs. Clawing at his arms - his shoulders - his back to desperately contain your obscene moans. What a shame, they were so pretty too - he wouldnât mind the entire neighborhood overhearing. âFuck, TojiâŠâ
âAwww, what? Canât even speak?â Pulling himself closer to catch your lips in a hot, open-mouthed kiss he hopes would ring through the speakers on the other end of the line. âMy poor babyâs gettinâ nervous?â
God, that asshat better take a hint now.
And shit if he thought he was going insane because of that bastard interrupting his precious time with you, then he was definitely not ready for the way you get wetter - tighter - as he does. Putting on a sinful little show that had Tojiâs hips stuttering, knuckles white on your phone as he fights not to drop it.Â
âOh-â Tojiâs head drops into the crook of your neck, fingers bruising on your hips while he fucks you back harder into him. âYa like this? Like being so dirty in front of someone else?â Difficult with the way you were squeezing so tightly around his swollen cock. âActinâ so innocent but youâre such a slut, huh?â
You give him such a delirious little nod of your head, batting your lashes so deceivingly innocently and- shit, did you even know what you were doing? How fucking sexy you were being right now? Shit, he was fucked. He was so fucked.
âIs this you playing hard to get?â
Ah, right. Forgot about that bastard.
Droning out into the phone, âSeems mâgirl is busy right now.â And as if to prove his point - maybe to that scrub on the other end of the phone, maybe to himself - heâs slamming into your heavenly cunt faster and faster. Making sure to angle the speaker just right to catch all those lewd little squelches as your sweet sweet juices soak Tojiâs achingly hard cock. Voice as ragged as his hips as he grunts, âVery busy.â
âI can hear her - let me speak to her!â
Well, what your ex was hearing were probably those fucked-out whines spilling from your lips. Just as out of control as your hips bucking up for more more more- âAh! Toji, wanâ more- hngh- fuck fuck fuck.âÂ
It made all the blood in Tojiâs body - especially his brain - rush straight down to cock to watch you go from pretending you werenât affected to being such a good little whore for him. And, hell, that was only for him to hear.
âWait- that noise-â
So Tojiâs snaking up his hand from its relentless abuse on your sensitive clit to shove two fingers into your mouth. Huffing out a dark little chuckle at the way you gag and choke so prettily around him, moaning like you couldnât help yourself.
Though, that doesnât mean heâs going to be any nicer to your cunt though. Toned pelvis slamming against yours - so hard heâs sure it would leave some nice little bruises to brag about - maybe even send that asshole ex a few pictures if he still keeps calling.
âWhat the fuck- is sheâŠ?â
âTold ya, sheâs busy.â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - âYou deserve it.â
âDo I really have to do this to teach you a lesson each time?â
You gulp, eyes flitting between his yellow tie wrapped around your wrists pinned above, and the man in-between your legs. Eyes glassy, strands of blond sticking uncharacteristically to his forehead, such a cruel little smirk playing on his lips as he positions himself in-between your legs.Â
Smack!
A breathless gasp leaves you as Nanamiâs hand comes down on your ass. Hard.Â
And he only huffs out a low chuckle at the way you keen, hips bucking wildly in- defiance? Need? You didnât know, the only thing you were sure of was that you wanted him to do something - anything - right now.Â
Because one look at that classmate who you were just a little too close with earlier today, and Nanamiâs been so mean ever since then. All but ripping off your clothes as he tied you to the headrest, fucking you over and over until he could see you all bloated with his cum. And even then - Nanami wasnât done.
âYâshould answer me when I ask something, my love.â he licks a long, languid stripe up your swollen folds. Pressing softly on your tummy to watch his seed gush down your legs, so fucking filthy as he pools it on his tongue, tipping his head back, back, back to let it slide down his throat. âOr is it that you just listen to what he says now?â
God, he was being so sinfully irrational right now. Teasing. Taunting.Â
âNo, thaâs not it-â you sob, big fat tears rolling down your cheeks at how you wanted to cum again so badly despite how sensitive your poor pussy was. âJ-jus want-â
âWant what?âÂ
Oh how Nanami loved you like this - that pathetic little whimper leaving your mouth as he teases you with his mouth. Hot tongue going all the way up from your base, just underneath your swollen clit. Not even bothering to fuck into your sloppy hole yet.Â
âTo make me-â the words die in your throat as he grazes your clit. Ever-so-slightly. You just wished you could free yourself and give in so badly. âCum! Wanâ you to make me cum.â
Your back arches off the bed, legs wrapping around Nanamiâs head to pull him closer to where you needed him the most. Thighs quivering, his cum dribbling out of your sloppy pussy and into a lewd little pool below.
And it seems to work - perhaps temporarily. Because heâs echoing against your glistening lips, âTo cum?â smirking against your cunt as he dips his tongue past that first ring of resistance. âYou should ask-â Before pulling away completely. â-that friend of yours.â
âNoooo!â youâre letting out a strangled gasp, and if you were in any better state of mind maybe youâd have been embarrassed about how pathetic you were being right now. Tugging uselessly on the tie. âPlease, Ken.â
God, how he would love to bully you some more - to have you crying and shaking on just the tip of his tongue until all you could remember was how he couldnât have you like this. Ruin you like this.Â
But, no, Nanami canât deny that your adorable mewls of his name have him feeling lightheaded.
âYou little minx.â he manages out, pulling away mere millimeters. Purposely letting a tense beat pass, one. Two. Before spitting on your fluttering cunt, adding to the absolute mess of cum and slick below. Missing on purpose - of course - to let it splatter all over your thighs. âUsinâ the dirtiest tricks, huh?â
âI didnât oh-â Nanami doesnât let you plead your case - he doesnât want you to. Instead, shoving his face nose-deep in your overfilled pussy. Lapping at all your - and his - sweet sweet juices.
âAsking me to do this.â he hisses into your cunt, trying for the life of him to sound like he isnât in heaven right now. Murmuring around your throbbing clit, âShoulda asked that friend. Didnât need me when he was around.âÂ
You hiccup, face burning at how mean he was being. âHeâs just a c-classmate.â
Smack!
Maybe to shut you up, maybe to stop you from talking about that loser with those pretty lips of yours, Getoâs giving you a quick, sharp smack to your ass. Smoothing his palm over the sting like a little warning.Â
âOh yeah?â he questions, muffled around your dripping cunt. So deep that his nose was rubbing tiny, sinful little circles on your poor clit. âDidnât seem that way with how he was flirting with my wife. Nâ now you wanna cum on my tongue? How needy.â
âMâsorry!â youâre grinding your cunt deeper onto his face, a rapid, sloppy little rhythm to match his own. Getoâs tie now digging into your wrists with how hard youâre pulling. âShoulda known- mâsorry- hngh, fuck fuck fuck.âÂ
Rewarded with a gentle smack! and his tongue - hot and deftly massaging all the right spots. So expert in the way heâs teasing and pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Dragging your pussy so sloppily all over his face, tonguefucking you with such reckless abandon. No rhythm or technique - just to show off. To show you.
Close - too close.Â
Close enough that you could almost-
Let out a broken whine as Nanami pulls away, delicate strings of cum and spit snapping as he does. So pretty and filthy all over his kiss-bitten lips, ones that curve into a mocking smile at your state.Â
âWho said you could cum, gorgeous?â A hand reaching down to fist his swollen fist, pumping up and down. Slowly. âI was jusâ cleaning that pretty pussy up for the real fun.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - See the mess
It was too much - everything was too much. From the way Geto had you shoved into your empty office room, strong arms spreading your legs so shamefully on the desk, to the way heâs stuffing his achingly hard cock in-between them.
Hips so well, and dangerously intent. Like he had something to prove, and didnât mind whether he would break you in the process.Â
And he did - to prove himself to those incessant coworkers of yours that hit on you in front of him. As if they had a chance? To prove that heâs the only one to that can make you cum over and over and-Â
Dragging you on his cock, veins throbbing in a maddening thump! thump! thump! Against your walls. Edging you closer to - which number orgasm was this, again? You werenât in the right state of mind to calculate.Â
âOh, this? Might the seventh.â he murmurs, fingers stuttering on your throbbing clit and- oh shit, had you said that out loud? âMhm, you did.â Geto grins up at how pretty you were like this - tear-streaked face, lips wobbling, such cute moans leaving them each time he gave a long, languid strokes. âBut sâalright, I love it.â
âB-but-â you whine, words slurring together in a way that has all the blood in Getoâs body rushing painfully to this dick. âSomeone might-â
âCome?â he circles around your sloppy entrance with a fingertip, stretched so fucking obscenely around his cock. Shifting to flick at your sensitive nub. âGuess you jusâ better hurry up then, my love.â
Your head spins, both from the way Geto was dragging your pussy so sloppily all over his cock - bouncing you like such a slut - and from how mean he was being. Nothing at all like the caring, gentle boyfriend he usually was. Throwing your legs over his shoulders to fuck you even deeper.
âFuck shit shit shit-â you buck your hips wildly as he bullies his heavy cock faster into your plushy walls. One hand on your hips, keeping you still while he massages every crevice and spot he knew would have you seeing stars. The other, drawing frenzied little circles on your ravaged clit. âS-Sugu, someoneâs gonna hear- gonna walk in.â
âGood.â
Mouth dropping into a soft oh! you snap your head up to meet his darkened gaze. Man bun so messy already, brows furrowed, lips swollen and curling ever-so-slightly into a cruel, fucked-out little smile.
âSqueezinâ me so fuckinâ tight,â he grunts, hips getting sloppier. Faster. âAlmost like you want someone to come.â
Unconvincingly, âN-noo, hah- I donâtâ
âYâsure about that?â Your sweet sweet juices glossing his lips so prettily from where he tongue-fucked you to insanity right here not to long ago, and if you angled your head just right you could see the way it trickled down his jawline. An even bigger mess at his hips, cock soaked and glistening in the dim lighting. âDonâ want any of those friends to see you all filthy like this?â
Because Geto wasnât afraid of getting messy - or showing it off. He loved it in fact.Â
Loved your slick just smearing dangerously close to the strands of hair framing his face. Loved ruining you because he was the only one that got to - and anyone else can come in and watch if they wanna flirt with you so badly.Â
âFuck them.â you flinch at how uncharacteristically mean he was being. âFuck them all. Only I can make you feel like this-â Hitting that one spot again and again. â-right?â
âSugu- f-fuck sâtoo deep.â you arch off the desk, fingers carding through his locks to pull him even closer. Eyes watering as you feel that familiar knot in your stomach. âIâm hah- shit.â
âWhoâs cock are ya gonna cum all over?â Geto questions, muffled around your dripping cunt. So deep that his nose was rubbing tiny, sinful little circles on your poor clit. âWhoâs making you- hngh- f-feel this good?â
Itâs all you can do to let out such whiny, cockdrunk replies. Ones that only make Geto rock his hips harder, sloppier with each word falling from your lips. âYou- Sugu- Shit sâtoo much.â
 âYeah? Gonna cum fâme again? All on my cock?â breathing ragged now.Â
âI- I donât- hngh. Know if I can!â You were barely lucid at this point, barely even registering the way youâre so sloppily jerking your hips all over. Using him in exactly the ways Geto wanted.Â
âYou will.â Pace only picking up, so rough that a little part of Geto almost feels bad - almost. Your entire body is twitching with each flick of his finger on your clit. Cock hitting all the right spots. Making such a mess of slick and precum below you that you can only pray your office isnât used for a meeting today. âYou can- hngh- do it. Fâme.â
âFor you?â
âYeah.â heâs pulling you close enough that you can feel his breath hot against your lips. âYou can do it, right? Can cum for me? Squirt all over my cock?â Licking at the seam of your mouth - forcing you to taste him and yourself and him- âFâme. Only me.â
Itâs sudden - almost violent, and you donât even realize when youâre cumming at first. Just that, with a strained scream of Getoâs name, nails raking down his sculpted shoulders, leaving pretty red marks for him to remember.Â
Juices squirting all over his abs, staining his t-shirt. Glistening against his milky skin, snug cunt squeezing his rock-hard cock while he fucks you over and over and-Â
âSo messy fâme, my love. So fuckinâ messy.â His eyes darting to the now slightly-ajar door - as expected. âHope no one else sees the mess too, hm?â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - The needy
He knows itâs not your fault that they hover around you - those pathetic losers that think they have a chance - but that still wonât stop him from fucking you like it is.Â
âBaby- ngh. Why the f-fuck did you have to look so hah- good, today?â heâs gasping against your lips, hips out of control, voice a pitch or so higher than it usually would be. âHad so many lookinâ at my girl like ngh- youâre theirs.â
And God - it was so hard to look at Choso too, flushed your favorite shade of pretty pink, stray strands of hair sticking to his forehead - so utterly wrecked already. Though, you werenât any better.Â
âSâfor you, Cho.â you whine, jaw dropping at the sudden gush of cum that oozes down your legs as Choso pulls out completely - like a little punishment. Lips curling into a fucked-out little smirk at your adorable pout. âD-did it for you.â
Those simple words break him. You break him.Â
And Choso doesnât even dare to give himself the chance to compose himself before bullying his swollen cock all the way back inside you again. Heavy balls smacking your ass hard enough to leave marks - good, let them leave marks. Milking himself over and over.Â
Groaning, âShit- you donât know what you do to me, baby.âÂ
And your eyes flicker down at the hands suddenly all over you - everywhere, anywhere that Choso could reach. So that maybe next time when you wear such a sinful little sundress, everyone else will know to keep their eyes to themselves. Cupping your stomach to press down on where he was right there-
âHngh- oh my god. So deep, ah-â
âLook sâfuckinâ gorgeous.â he spits into your mouth. Fingers bruising on your hips, your ass, kneading and groping every inch of skin. âUnfair- shit shit- they donât have the right-â Tweaking your nipples, branding your neck, he runs a thumb under your swollen lower lip. âDonâ have the hah- right to look at whatâs mine, right?â
âY-yes.â you whimper, rutting your hips up pathetically to meet his merciless cadence. Hard abs so painful - maybe even bruising against your skin.Â
Chosoâs tugging open your lips, and you let him. Way too drunk on his cock - his massive, unforgiving cock - to even think of stopping him.Â
Before you know it, he spits in your mouth, once. Twice. And you donât even realize that this is what youâve been waiting for - perhaps ever since you put on that slutty little sundress to tease him this morning - because youâre moaning half-lucidly. Eyes rolling to the back of your head as you let his saliva slide down your throat.
And Choso just looks like he could pass out right then and there.Â
He doesnât know whatâs more obscene - this or that little pool of cum spreading all over the sheets right now. Seeping into your skin, dribbling down your legs each time he moves in and out in and-
âHated their s-stares. Their whispers.â Jaw falling slack, cock twitching wildly inside your tight walls. Words hurried and slurring together as he whispers, âMine right?â Biting down your neck, licking hotly - almost as sloppy as his hips, âOnly mine, yeah? Who does this pussy belong to?â
âYou!â you manage to sob out, jolting at the fingers starting up quick, erratic little circles on your poor clit. âNgh- only you.â
âMhm? I make you f-feel this hah- way?â he leans closer, cock ramming in and out of you so animalistically. âOnly I get to paint this pretty pussy white.â Nibbling on your ear, âTo s-stuff you full, hm?â
Honestly, Choso doesnât even know if he could cum again but he had to - needed to. Balls squeezing while he fights to cum again - once more, to prove to himself, and you that you were his inside and out. And he tells you - a little over twelve times as he babbles into your lips.
âMine. Shit shit shit- all fâme. Fuck, mâso closeâ And he could tell by the way you were squeezing so sinfully around him that you were too, moans getting all breathy and incoherent the way it did just before you were about to cum. âGonna cum? Fâme? H-hah- All fâme?â
âYes! Yes yes yes- mâgonna-â
You donât get to finish the sentence - Choso doesnât let you.
Instead, drinking up all your sinful moans while he angles his hips just right to hit that one spot, at the same time he presses down against your clit. Hard.Â
You see stars as you cum, toes curling, legs pulling Choso by his toned hips so he could spill into you with an almost-pained grunt. Cock too sensitive, tears springing to his eyes as he cums and cums so hard he thinks he sees the gates of heaven.Â
And you, of course, are an angel.
An angel heâs pressing impossibly closer to. Biting up your collarbone, hips so filthy with the way heâs fucking rope after rope of hot seed into you.Â
Whispering hoarsely in your ear, âYa finally know youâre mine or do I hafta ngh- teach you again?â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - Listen up!
âI could always get you off right here, yâknow. Right now.â
And thatâs exactly what he does - one look at his underlings sends them running. The door barely even slamming shut before Sukuna has your drenched panties in tatters on the floor, straddling his thick thigh, trying - desperately - to get yourself off with all that he would give.
âY-you said you hngh- get me off.â you hiccup, bottom lip wobbling so pathetically as you drag your sloppy pussy all over Sukunaâs thigh.Â
And oh you sound so betrayed - so needy - that it might just be opening up a whole new realm of possibilities for the man himself. Doing nothing more but watch the way you ride his thigh like such a slut.Â
âSo what if I said that?â he crosses his arms, intentionally blocking the mouth-watering view you had of his pecs. âDo it yourself. Think mâgonna be intimidated by a whore like you?â
You know heâs doing this to infuriate you, to get you to break and beg him for mercy. And all you can do is let out a soft gasp as Sukuna shifts his leg, the friction so good against your sensitive pussy. Having you see stars behind your eyes.Â
âHeh, too fucked out to even deny it?â he coos, making you whine and stutter your hips right where that sinful little thigh tattoo was. Pressing down. Hard. âYou really are a whore. Is that why you let my ministers get close with you like that?â
âI-I didnât-â your hips are out of control now, sliding your throbbing clit on the dips and curves of his leg. Absolutely soaked in your juices. âThey jusâ asked me how to get to the-â
âAnd they think they can talk to their queen that way?â
Irritation is bleeding into Sukunaâs words now, eyes dark and hooded in a way that makes you wonder whether he realizes the iron-hold grip on your hips now. Hard. Nails sharp against your soft skin, rocking you harder on his thigh. Faster.
With a soft whimper, you let him pull you into a desperate desperate kiss. Just a clash of teeth and saliva and pure need. Pure intensity.Â
âFuckinâ vermin.â You flinch as he spits out little profanities into your open mouth. âShould kill âem for even looking at you.â One hand digging into your hips, pushing and pulling them like you were too slow, the other shifting his robe. âGonna kill them all.â
And maybe because youâre too stupid - or too cockdrunk - to think otherwise, because you gasp out little pleas of mercy. Letting Sukuna drink up your delirious little, âD-donât kill themâŠâ
âHa?â Sukuna breaks the kiss, immediately stopping your lewd little movements on his leg. Leaning in close enough that his hot breath fans your face. âThe fuck did you just say?â
Oh, shit. You were fucked. You were so so fucked.
âNooo, Kuna I was so-â
âClose?â And oh, you shouldâve known that would be a sign. Shouldâve gotten an inkling by the way that Sukuna immediately lifts you from his thigh as if you weigh nothing, immediately hovering you right over his achingly hard dick - you wonât be making it out alive. âWho the fuck gave you permission to cum, brat?â
Nothing more is said before heâs making you sit so prettily on his dick - already soaked in precum and so so angry. Not even a hint of care or concern in the way he splits you apart on his swollen cock with barely any preparation. If you were gonna act like such a slut - might as well take it like one.
âI didnât give ya permission to cum yet.â Sukuna grunt, lacing his fingers on top of your head to push you down, down, down his cock. âDid they?â
You canât even form proper sentences at this point, the stretch too much. Too good. Letting out incoherent little babbles of what sounded like disagreement, or, thatâs what Sukuna took it as anyway.
âThought so.â Smirking at the feeble resistance, âWas defending you against that trash and you just had to fuck- go stand up fâthem.â He fucks up into your tight pussy in quick, methodical grinds just to squeeze his thick cock inside. âSâlike you wanted me to fuck you up right here. To have them hear how I fucking ruin this pretty pussy on my cock.â
Youâre scrambling to grab at the chair, his bulging biceps, settling for clawing at his shoulders. Too desperate to even think of a better reply other than a teary little, âN-no- donâ wan-â
Which was useless, really, because any pathetic excuse Sukuna cuts off. Unable to help himself from giving one, harsh thrust that finally has your sweet cunt fully wrapped around his dick. Heavy balls smacking against your ass, squeezing him so tightly.Â
âOh? What a shame.â His whisper is hot against your ear, sending goosebumps racing down your spine. Two fingers squishing your cheeks together into a pathetic pout, forcing you to look at the closed door. âBecause theyâre right outside listening to ya.â
⥠GOJO SATORU - The show-off
The Kyoto exchange event isnât always fun and games, Gojo thinks - ever since that new prick from Kyotoâs teaching staff started making eyes at you, that is.Â
How unprofessional! Conduct between teachers should definitely be reprimanded - no matter that Gojo had you snuck into his room, shirt hitting the floor faster than the door closes. His hands everywhere, throwing his blindfold around your neck, pulling you to bed so you can ride whatever remaining sanity out of him.Â
âT-Toru, what are you doing?â you squeal, as he starts bucking his hips wildly underneath you. Reeling his head back to watch the way his thick cock slides in and out of you. In and out in and out in and-
âDonât you worry, sweetheart.â he fumbles with his phone, that familiar ping! ringing out over those lewd squelches below you. You and Gojo were no stranger to recording your little trysts - but why did he seem so eager about this one? âJusâ do what you always do. Take it- fuck take it all fâme.â
And itâs all you can do - thighs shaking with effort as you desperately try to keep up with Gojoâs pace.Â
âYeah- fuck yeah yeah. Feel so good- God I never get used to this.â And itâs true, he thinks - knows, he could never grow used to the heady feeling of wrecking your tight little pussy. Of drawing those cute lilâ whines of his name out of you. âNâ I know no one else would either.â
Gojoâs no stranger to running his mouth when heâs pussydrunk - and the way your plushy walls were squeezing him so tight, body curving into his as you milk the soul out of him - how could he not be?
âCâmon, sweetheart. Make a mess fâme - and him.â
All it takes is for those simple words for you to realize what heâs doing. And Gojoâs long fingers are becoming erratic on your clit, rolling his thumb over the sensitive nub. Hips sloppy like he was trying to fuck any and every rationality out of you.Â
It works, probably - because you know you should stop him recording. To tell him to put away that phone and just ruin you how he usually does.Â
But no, instead youâre only getting wetter. Knees spread, sopping hole so messy as you rock your hips even harder down Gojoâs throbbing cock. âSo th-thatâs what this is about.âÂ
With a throaty groan, Gojo pulls you to him by his blindfold dangling around your neck - easy access, of course. Grip just a little tighter than it should be.Â
Looking up at you through his long lashes, eyes hazy - almost glowing in the camera flashlight. You see the way his lips curl into a satisfied grin.Â
âC-can you fuck- blame me?â he sounds so wrecked already. Hand growing tighter and tighter with each cute lilâ whine leaving your swollen lips. âFuckinâ loser thinks he has the ngh- skills to pull you.â Toned pelvis now bruising against your own, words strained and you wonder whether he can remember to breathe - whether you can breathe. âNâ the skills t-to-â Hips jagged, filthy. â-fuck you.â
âOh- shit shit shit. God, it feels too good-âÂ
Youâre wondering just how useful the video will actually be, because Gojoâs drawing out such slutty, loud moans from you that youâre half-sure most of campus can hear.
âHe can never get you this wet.â Bullying his cock into your heavenly cunt like he was fucking addicted on the feeling. Thumb trembling as he tries to get the camera to focus on all the best parts. âThis messy.â
The way your glistening pussy is stretched so obscenely around his cock, sucking him up so well. Disappearing into your dripping wet heaven. Your tits bouncing so enticingly in front of his face - marks littering your soft skin like youâd been thrown to the wolves. But, no, itâs just Gojo.
Just him that can ruin you like this, split you apart on his cock, have his blindfold wrapped around your cute neck.
âJusâ me.â he gasps, blindfold tightening, phone so shaky. âHe canât compare to me. Fuck- fuck he can never compare.â His heavy balls sting your ass, merciless. âCan never be me.â Hips stuttering and so so sloppy, like he was running on pure adrenaline and the need to prove to the camera that he could ruin you like he promised. âNever. Youâre mine. Mine to fuck. Mine to ruin.â Tightening. âMine to break.â
âSh-shit- youâre too much, Toru.â
âYou agree, right?â he suddenly sounds so serious. Knuckles whitening against the blindfold. âNo one can hngh- do it like m-me?â Blood roaring in your ears, vision getting spotty, like he wouldnât let up until he hears what he wants. âNo one?â
âHah- fuck, no one-â you wheeze through his grip, âOnly you, Toru.â
Then youâre cumming.Â
And Gojoâs not far behind as he buries himself deeper to stuff you so full of his seed, chasing peak after peak and the sinful feeling of your gummy walls being so dripping wet - with him.Â
And what a view it was - his girlâs poor pussy so overfilled. You catch the way it drips down the side, cum pooling at Gojoâs twitching balls. Such an obscene white, that it makes Gojo him about painting it all over again. Yeah, his favorite view - and the cameraâs too.
âAlmost too good of a view.â he grins, looking up at you with twinkling eyes that definitely didnât bode well for your poor, ravaged pussy - or your sanity. âNâ I just exchanged numbers with that new Kyoto teacherâŠâ
A/N. Also happy pride month hehe.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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Simon grinned at himself through the mirror like a stupid teenager in the changing room as Price, god bless this man and his father figure behavior, tugged on his tie to keep it straight and clean.
Wedding Day had come. His wedding day had come.
âMate, you must be shakinâ with excitement to marry the pretty face.â Gaz grinned from his spot on the couch, all three of them dressed in their best attire. Even Soap hadnât complained once about wearing a tie.
Simonâs mind wandered to you in the other room, he hadnât seen you since last night, tradition, thatâs what they called it.
He hoped you were having a blast, because you had to spend so many days and nights over the wedding plans that he had to get you to the hospital once after you broke down from exhaustion.
âAnyone ever thought big bad olâ Ghost gets married?â Soap teased as he rummaged through the drawers at the desk. What exactly was he searching? Simon didnât know or maybe he was too happy to question his best friendâs motives for now, they usually end in chaos and today was meant no chaos.
âI always believed Simon would find the one true love one day.â Price nodded and patted Simonâs chest, telling him he was done with the tie.
âLiar.â Gaz laughed and shook his head. âIf you want to know who always believed in you, Lieutenant, thatâs me. Olâ Captain and MacTavish over here said you would die a virgin. We got a bet running for a while.â
Simon wasnât even surprised or mad, maybe tomorrow, or the week after. But tonight he wanted to be on Cloud Nine and looking through the pink tinted glasses of love. Tonight he would say âyesâ to the person he loved the most, the one that kept him alive and sane and put up with his antics.
âIâm getting married.â He smiled at himself in the mirror.
âYouâre getting married, son.â Price looked at him, through the mirror, a proud smile hidden under the beard.
A minute later his phone rang, your name and picture on the screen.
âYes? Everything alright, darling?â Simon asked and looked at Price, worry flashing behind his brown eyes.
âIâm scared, Simon. I⊠I know this will sound crazy and you probably think Iâm mad. But⊠I wanna run away.â You say, followed by a shaky breath. âBut at the same time I donât wanna run away but stay and marry you. Does it make sense?â
Simon relaxed immediately, you were nervous, as you should be. Just like him.
âHow about this then, darling, we run away together until you know what you want.â He grinned and picked up his suit jacket.
Soap and Gaz were gasping at him.
âLetâs run away together and if you still feel like running, we blew off this party. And if not, we come back, say yes to each other tonight and live our happily ever after.â
Gaz asked if he was insane. Soap was looking between Simon and Price, who simply had the time of his life while opening the door for Simon to leave.
âAre you sure⊠do you⊠I meanâŠ?â You started to ramble and mutter under your breath.
âDarling⊠For you I would go through hell and back. I am not complete without you anymore. There was a time before you, sure. But there will be no time after you. Together.â Simon spoke gently and could see through the phone who your cheeks turned pink and tears pricked your eyes. âIâll be out in two minutes, donât let me wait.â
(Spoiler, in the end Simon and you got married surrounded by friends and family. Price lost a bet to Laswell because they both know you two and knew you would pull such a stunt. Soap had gained a few more grey hairs than necessary and Gaz was pretty sure this was some kind of punishment, why else would you two pull something like that.)
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leave me again ii // rafe cameron
pairing: rafe cameron x routledge!reader (she/her), ex!jj maybank x reader
summary: you left the cut with nowhere to go. itâs rafe cameron that finds you and shows you the life you deserved to live
warnings: sorry jj lovers, that man does not get our girl back so sad jj and probably ooc rafe but i love it when that man is soft
navigation || part one
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Six months.
It had been six months since any of the Pogues had seen you. No social media, no sight of you around town, no letters. Nothing.
The past six months left you to do a lot of reevaluations. Youâd walked aimlessly after the group had left for the dive with nothing but your backpack and phone, no destination in mind. Until you found one.
âLost or something?â
âFuck off, Rafe,â Your response was instant as you continued to walk without sparing him a look. The car shifted into a different gear, you guessed by the noise, before Rafe was hopping out to approach you.
âAre you okay?â When you didnât answer, he moved in closer and grabbed your shoulder before turning you to face him. âHey, hey. Whatâs wrong?â
You stared at him with the knowledge that you probably looked like a mess with the tear streaks across your cheeks. While Rafe had a lot of issues with your friends and brother, he usually stayed clear of you. Whether that was because you were close with Sarah, or what, you didn't know.
Twisting your fingers together, you dropped your gaze as tears started to build again. âYou ever watch someone you love choose someone else over you, every single time?â
The question felt like a punch in the gut to Rafe. He had. His whole life he watched his dad choose Sarah. Watched his mom choose another family over him. Watched Wheezie choose another sibling over him.
âGet in, Iâve got somewhere to take you.â
Six months ago, you hopped in Rafe Cameronâs Range Rover and left The Cut behind. You didnât question the decision, knowing youâd worry about everyone else before taking care of yourself, and that clearly didnât work in the past. You felt horribly guilty about leaving John B with no indication whether you were okay or not, but you knew if one of them found out, JJ would be busting down the door to Rafeâs bedroom before you had a chance to say no.Â
While you werenât sure what the original intentions had been, Rafe was so different with you after bringing you back to his new house. One heâd bought after selling Tannyhill, free from the haunting of his father and the screams that echoed off the walls, he had turned it into a safe space for himself and anyone he invited in.
Things blossomed quickly and you realized the Rafe in front of you was not the bully, coke-head addict youâd once known. He was such a gentle person, and so much more attentive to you than JJ had ever been. Whether it was making you breakfast in bed before you left for the day, or prepping a warm (actually warm, like hot water youâd hadnât had in forever) candle lit bath, or popping an expensive bottle of wine just for you to taste, he was there in ways nobody had been. You were his girl, his only girl, and you never once had to question that.
Rafe had even invited you to sit in on his investment meetings and he was slowly pulling your name into his business so youâd have a professional background to grow into. You were steadily becoming an educated little couple in his home, something he was so proud and grateful for. He had someone to lean on for advice and give him fresh eyes on new projects with no judgment or fear of anger. The two of you soaked up your bubble of peace for as long as you could before shit hit the fan.Â
Little did you know, on the other side of the island with your brother, there had been absolutely no peace. John B and JJ barely spoke, everything ending in an argument when they did. Pope was sick of playing mediator, and Kie had more of less shut down out of guilt. Sarah was still searching for you, but youâd gone ghost. Cleo was treading lightly with the knowledge that everything would explode eventually.Â
So, they did what they could, and dove into treasure hunting. When JJ pulled the amulet out of his pocket in the back of the Twinkie, John Bâs emotions were mixed. Sure, he was stoked that heâd found the object the group was looking for, but he wished you were here. It was your birthday, and John B was inches away from losing his shit without you.
âDude, are you okay?â Pope asked as the group stood in the office area of the house, trying to find more information on the amuletâs inscription.
John B tossed the heavy object on the desk in frustration. âNo, Iâm not okay! We can find decades old treasure like itâs the easiest thing ever, but we canât find jack shit about my sister? Thatâs bullshit, Pope. And you know it.â
Pope knew things would be sensitive today. Even JJ woke up grouchy, which John B told him was deserved since he caused your absence in the first place. The lack of your presence weighed heavy on the group, so Pope suggested going to visit one of your favorite beach spots.Â
Little did he know what he was getting himself into.
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âRafe!â The house was filled with your laughter as Rafe twirled you in the kitchen lighting, your favorite song playing from the interactive speaker on the counter. The two of you had spent the day together, visiting the country club for lunch before Rafe took you shopping for something to wear tonight.
âCâmon, sweetheart. Lemme love on you, itâs your birthdayâ He mumbled as he pressed soft kisses into your neck, hands squeezing your hips teasingly. The soft fabric of the dress heâd picked out covered your frame, the color matching your skin perfectly.Â
You hummed in content, fingers holding his biceps tightly as if your knees would give out any second. âYou loved on me a lot this morning.â
âCanât help it.â Rafeâs thumb traced your bottom lip before he kissed you softly. âYou make it so easy.â
The two of you got lost in each other for a few more moments, soaking up the quiet as the orange sunset started casting through the windows. Today had been the best day youâd had in so long and you were so grateful of Rafe for giving you so much patience and love.
It had taken time for you to adjust to this kind of life. You walked in here with three outfits to your name, a busted cell phone, and a stuffed animal John B won you at the town festival as kids. And Rafe embraced every bit of it, let you keep your Pogue pieces while building you a life around it that was filled with items you needed but would never ask for, all while loving you so gently.
You climbed out of his car (technically the one heâd bought you but you refused to acknowledge that), and stepped down into the soft sand below. This was your spot, the spot you came to whenever you needed to clear your head or take a moment alone. Youâd shared it with Rafe shortly after everything changed, and now, it was a shared spot that you both considered special.
Rafe moved around the car to grab your hand and guide you toward the area he had organized for the two of you. A small white table had been set up with your favorite snacks and two glasses of wine, surrounded by the fluffiest blanket and pillows youâd seen.Â
âDid you do this?â You squeezed his hand tighter, tears in your eyes at how sweet and thoughtful the gesture was. Your jaw dropped as the two of you walked closer; everything was thought out down to the tiny forks you loved so much being there to pick up the appetizers.Â
âCourse I did, baby.â Rafe kissed your temple softly and grabbed one of the glasses to hand to you before taking hold of his own. You clinked your glass against his, leaning up on your tiptoes to kiss him deeply in appreciation.
And then everything went to shit.
âWhat the fuck?â
Rafeâs hand tightened against your lower back, both of you looking over to see the handful of figures standing a few feet away. Your heart went to your throat went you made eye contact with your brother, whose hand was wrapped in Sarahâs. JJ stood behind him along with Kiara, Pope, and Cleo, all of them looking at you expectantly.
âShit,â You whispered and took a step back from Rafe, eyes meeting his in dread. His expression had hardened at the sight of JJ, all the anger rushing back when he thought about how youâd been treated in the relationship, how unfair everything had been. You clocked the frustration in his gaze and placed your fingers on his cheek to redirect his focus back to you. âDonât. Iâll handle it.â
Rafeâs jaw ticked but he didnât argue as you slipped your wine glass back into his hand and left his side to approach the group standing in front of you. You werenât even worried about JJ or Kie, you were worried about John B more than anything.
âHi,â The greeting was so quiet you almost didnât hear yourself. How do you talk to people you disappeared on six months ago?
John Bâs only response was to pull you into the tightest hug he had ever given. You stumbled with the force of his body colliding with you before regaining your balance and returning the embrace.Â
âYouâre okay,â He repeated the words to himself as if convincing his mind that they were true before stepping back and holding your cheeks in his hands. The smile on his face was huge, and you were so so confused. âHoly shit.â
âHi,â You laughed quietly, placing your hands on top of his. âIâm so sorry.â
John B shook his head, his thumb brushing the random tear from your cheek. âDonât be sorry. I told you to take a break, yeah? And you did.â
You glanced back to where Rafe was surprisingly conversing with Sarah with no anger in sight. The pit in your stomach slowly disappeared as you took them in and turned your attention back to John B. âI um⊠thereâs a lot to catch you up on, and I want to tell you. I wanna tell you all of it, JB, but-â
âAnd I wanna hear it,â He reassured softly. âBut someone put a lot of effort into your night and I donât wanna steal any of it.â
You were so goddamn grateful for your brother. Pulling John B into another hug, you spared the look over his shoulder to see Kiara stomping away from the beach. You tried to keep a smirk off your face but it definitely made its way through.Â
Stepping back from John B, you shared hugs with Cleo and Pope, promising that you would see them soon before you were face to face with the reason you made it here in the first place. JJ looked rough. His hair was chaotic, arms thinner than you remembered, and he just looked tired.
âI donât want your apology,â You spoke as he opened his mouth. âAnd it looks like you have a girlfriend to go find anyway.â
âSheâs not my girlfriend,â JJ replied quickly as he stared at you. âNot anymore.â
You pulled your lips in and shrugged. âOkay. Iâll see you around, JJ.â
He reached a hand out toward you when you moved to walk away. You paused just out of his reach and looked back. âFor what itâs worth, I am sorry.â
You nodded. âI know. I should be thanking you actually, because if you had said it back to me that day, I wouldnât have found something so much better.â
And with that, you walked away from JJ and the empty promises he had always given, walked away straight into the arms of someone who would give you the world and more, if you just so much as asked.
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nurse
Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader
Summary: Ghost avoids you but it's not what you think.
Warning: Slight Time Skips, Kinda Asshole Ghost?, Smut (18+), Use of Y/N, Language (?).
Word Count: 4.6K
Note: Now, I know in my master list I said that right now I would only be writing for the Slytherin Boys......but I have spiraled back into my Call of Duty, specifically Ghost. Now this is just an experiment, I don't know how this will go over but if you guys like it then maybeeee I'll post my other fandom fics that I have.
Also! This is a birthday gift for my beautiful gem, @slytherinslut0 , so everyone thank her and wish her a happy birthday. As always, @cafekitsune is on the banner.
Taskforce 141 didnât pay any attention when they were told that they would have a new nurse on the base. They assumed it would be another male, just like everyone who got employed here.
So, only one could imagine their shock when the baseâs doctor, Dr. Moscaw, introduced a pretty little thing like you to the team.
âThis is Y/N. She will work under me. Your first point of contact for anything medical-wise.â Moscaw spoke, âDonât go scaring her off, boys.â
There were grumbles and protests as Dr. Moscaw left you with the team. You cleared your throat as you gave them all a nervous smile. All their eyes were on you, surveying you almost like prey. A certain man with a skull mask being the most intense one. âUm, right. You all desperately need an annual check-up. So, whenever you all have a moment, please stop by the medical ward. I would love to update your records and meet you all.â
Before any of them could say anything, you had scurried off.
Over the next few weeks, they all came in one by one. Introducing themselves as you went through updating their records.
First came Captain Price. You liked to think that he came in to lead by example and not to get out of his mountain of paperwork. Then Kyle came in the next day. He begged you to call him âGazâ, saying that nobody on base ever calls him Kyle.
Not long after Gaz came, Johnny waltzed into your office. He was flirty but overall friendly. Johnny, just like Gaz, begged you to call him Soap like everyone else. He was the one who referred to you as a breath of fresh air amidst the testosterone-filled air. Often, he and Gaz came to your office. They always claimed to be checking up on you, but you knew it was because they were hiding from their duties.
âWhere isâŠ. um, Ghost? Or is his name Simon? Itâs two first names on this file.â You asked, furrowing your eyebrows at the lack of information in his records. Soap chuckled, glancing up from his phone to you. âGhost is the name heâs gonna give âya. Itâs the name that we all know him by.â
âA field name, I assume?â You asked, looking up from your computer. Gaz and Soap nodded. âYep. His name for plenty of reasons, but thatâs neither here nor there.â Gaz waved his hand dismissively.
âWell, is he going to come in for a check-up? He doesnât have another doctor or anything listed.â You sighed. âHis medical record is empty. There is nothing on here, other than his name and height. No birthday, no past medication history, nothing.â
âOf course, thatâs all thatâs on there. Thatâs all anyone knows about him.â Soap laughed. âHeâs not gonna come in here for a check-up.â
âWhat? Why not?â You asked, closing your computer.
âToo much information.â Gaz shrugged. âNobody knows anything about him. Itâs a shocker that he even allowed his real name to be on those records.â
âSo, nobody knows if this guy even goes to the doctor?â You threw your hands up in exasperation. âThatâs insane.â
âYa may be right, but that means nothing to Ghost.â Soap said.
âAnd insane is basically his middle name. The man does whatever he wants.â Gaz added.
âDo you think he will come in if I just ask?â You pondered to the men.
Gaz and Soap glanced at each other before shrugging. âIf you bat those pretty eyelashes at any man on this base, theyâll be eating out the palm of your hand,â Soap said.
âBut Ghost isnât like the average man. Heâs not easily swayed like most.â Gaz added, âBut I mean, it wonât hurt to try.â
With the encouragement from Gaz and Soap to just try to ask him, you spent the next few weeks attempting to track Ghost down. Unfortunately for you, he lived up to his name very well. It was like every time you went looking for him, everyone had âjust seen him.â
Eventually, you found him, by pure coincidence. You were walking to your car, getting ready to leave the base for the day when your eyes landed on a 6â4, muscular man who donned a skull balaclava. You hadnât seen him since the day that Price had introduced you to the team. He seemed bigger and a bit more intimidating than before, but your determination outweighed your nervousness.
You walked up to him, clearing your throat. Ghost stopped fiddling with his motorcycle to drag his eyes up to your face. His eyes were dark and analytical as he scanned your face before tracing down your body. You felt self-conscious of his wondering gaze.
âWhatcha âya want?â His voice was deep, his accent coming out heavier than you thought it was.
âUm, Iâm the new nurse.â You squeaked out before clearing your throat.
âI know.â
âRight.â You took a deep breath. âYour medical records are empty and youâre the only one who hasnât come in for a check-up.â
There was a brief silence between you two as you waited for him to say something, anything. When you got the hint that he wasnât going to say anything, you decided to just push forward and ask.
âWill you come in for one? And maybe introduce yourself a little more?â
Ghost stared at you a little longer before turning back to his motorcycle. âNo.â
Your eyes widened at the blatant refusal. You raised your eyebrow, crossing your arms. âWhat do you mean ânoâ?â
âDo âya not know what ânoâ means? Arenât âya educated?â Ghost grunted; his back still turned to you.
âYou canât justâŠ. You must fill out these records somehow!â
âNo, I donât.â
You narrowed your eyes at Ghost, huffing slightly. âItâs mandatory to at least get an annual check-up.â
âSo, Iâve heard. Donât care.â He spoke again, throwing one leg over the motorcycle. He started it up, gripping the handles. His eyes focused on your face again as he revved the engine.
âBut-â
Before you could even think about responding, Ghost had sped off, leaving you in the dust.
âAnd he just sped off?â Soap laughed. Gaz smacked his arm, giving you an apologetic look.
âIgnore Soap. He has a terrible sense of humor.â Gaz rolled his eyes. âBut we told you he was hard to sway.â
âI just donât understand why he doesnât want to come in.â You groaned, âMaybe he just doesnât want to get to know me?â
âItâs Ghost, you arenât supposed to understand him.â Gaz shrugged. âBut I doubt itâs you that heâs against.â
You let another groan, causing the two men to chuckle.
âHell, Darlinâ, you might just make the man nervous as hell. As you can see, we donât have many pretty females around here.â Soap leaned back in his chair, grinning at you.
âMe? Make Ghost nervous? Please.â You raised an eyebrow, rolling your eyes. Soap shrugged, âYou never know, he could be.â
âYou never know,â Gaz said, agreeing with Soap.
âWhatever.â You muttered, ending the conversation.
Weeks had passed and Ghost gave no sign of even considering stepping into the medical ward or trying to talk to you. He evaded you any chance he got. You told Dr. Moscaw and Price about the predicament with Ghost. Both waved it off and said, âHeâs Ghost, thatâs just how he is.
When your official first three months of working on the base had come around, Soap and Gaz had invited you out to the bar to celebrate.
âItâll be everyone. Cap, Laswell, König, hell, even Ghost said he would come.â Soap smiled at you. You scoffed slightly at the revelation that Ghost was going to show his masked face at the bar. âAre we sure heâs coming for me, or rather, the drinks?â You asked, your eyes focused on the computer screen in front of you.
Gaz chuckled. âHe refused to go until we said it was a celebration for you.â
âFunny that the man that evades me wants to come to my celebration.â You muttered.
âYou know, heâs probably around you more than you think,â Soap said, causing you to look up at him with a raised eyebrow. Soap shrugged, continuing, âI mean, heâs known for being around without others knowing, hence the name Ghost.â
âLike he sees me, but I donât see him?â You asked. Soap and Gaz nodded.
âThink of it like he is collecting information on you. The poor guy lives and breathes our missions and the military. Itâs all he knows. It works with the idea that you make the man nervous.â Gaz said, patting your back as he and Soap filed out of your office.
Gazâs and Soapâs words stuck to you. Maybe you had gone about approaching Ghost all wrong. He was quieter than Gaz and Soap and obviously more secretive, given the blank medical record and the mask. Maybe you should let him approach you, let him feel you out to see if youâre trustworthy or not.
When the night of the celebration rolled around, you promised yourself that you would not pester Ghost. Despite the growing need to get to know him and your nursing instincts to make sure he was healthy; you were going to let him come to you.
You walked into the bar, tugging slightly at your dress that rose from sitting in the taxi. Your black mini dress hugged your curves and had a low neckline that showed off your cleavage with your matching strappy heels. Although Soap and Gaz had to you to come dressed up, you debated calling the taxi back and going home to change. You were going to be with your co-workers, who were most likely going to be in jeans.
You sighed, pushing open the door to the bar. Your eyes snapped over to the large table in the back of the bar where all your coworkers sat. âY/N!â Gaz yelled, jumping up from his seat. He grabbed your arm, escorting you to the table. Everyone shot you a smile, except König and Ghost, who both donned a balaclava. Although, you could tell from the crinkle in Königâs eyes that he was smiling at you.
âThe guest of honor is finally here.â Laswell smiled at you. âCongratulations on sticking it out at the base for three months. I must admit, I thought these boys would scare you away by now.â
âNo, Iâm tougher than I look.â You joked, âPlus, everyone is nice. I felt welcomed.â
Gaz and Soap gave Ghost an unmistakable side eye that you caught, and if you caught it, then everyone at the table caught it. You also didnât miss the narrowed eyes that Ghost gave back to Gaz and Soap.
âA round of shots! For our new family member.â Price winked at you, giving you a warm smile.
Thatâs how the night went on, chatting and drinks getting passed around. It didnât take you long to get buzzed. You kept true to your promise to yourself and didnât go looking for interactions with Ghost.
However, you felt his eyes on you. It was like they never left you, always following your every movement.
It felt familiar.
Ghost stayed quiet the whole night, not cracking a chuckle at any jokes or taking part in the conversations. His eyes wandered the bar as if he was looking for any type of escape. Whenever your eyes met his, he looked away, his eyes hardening in the process.
âI have to go to the bathroom.â You said, feeling the alcohol finally run through you and back up your throat. Although everyone was too occupied with their conversations to hear you. You stumbled your way to the bathroom, pushing open the door. You wasted no time, bending over the toilet and vomiting what little contents that were in your stomach.
âI knew I shouldâve eaten beforeâŠ.â You whispered to yourself.
âYeah, âya should have. Not very nurse of âya.â A deep voice echoed behind you.
You jumped, turning around, clutching your chest as your eyes landed on Ghost. He stood behind you, arms crossed, as he leaned against the stall door.
âGod, when the fuck did you get in here?â You asked, your eyes traveling down his figure. This would be the first time that you had ever seen Ghost in civilian clothes. Even on relaxed days on the base, Ghost wore full tactical gear. Tonight, he opted for a compression tee and black sweatpants, as if he was planning to go to the gym after all of this.
Which wouldnât be surprising for Ghost.
âI didnât know you had tattoos.â Your eyes landed on his sleeve, which seemed to move as he unconsciously flexed his muscles.
âI know âya didnât.â Ghost said, offering his hand out to you. You took it gratefully, standing up to your two feet. Ghost handed you some mouthwash and gum, along with your purse.
âDidnât want nobody shifting through âya stuff.â Ghost said when he saw the look that you gave him, âAlso thought âya might want to touch up âya make up.â
âThank you.â You gave him a small smile. He nodded, turning on his heel to leave out the bathroom. You swigged the mouthwash around, spitting into the sink. You freshen up your makeup before popping the piece of gum in your mouth.
You made your way back to the table, sitting down when a waitress came and dropped a personal pan of pepperoni pizza in front of you with water. âOh,â You looked up at her, âI didnât order this.â
âOne of your friends ordered it for you. Told me to bring it when you came back to your seat.â She smiled and walked away. You glanced down at the pizza with a smile. Pizza was your favorite greasy food; it matched the rumbling of your drunk stomach perfectly.
You looked up at Soap and Gaz, the only two people who would know about your guilty pleasure food. Soap was leaning against the table flirting with another waitress while Gaz made bets with Price on football games. You decided you would thank one of them later when they werenât busy.
4 am finally rolled around, causing the night to end. Gaz had called you a cab, walking you out as everyone said their goodbyes. Ghost had already mounted his motorcycle and sped off into the night. Once Gaz got you settled in the backseat, you smiled at him. âThanks, Gaz. Oh, and thank you for the pizza, too.â
Gaz raised his eyebrow. âWhat pizza?â
âThe pizza you ordered me when I went to the bathroom.â You clarified.
âI didnât order you a pizza, hell, I didnât even know you went to the bathroom.â Gaz said before chuckling a bit with a mischievous smirk, âThe only person who ordered food was Ghost.â
Before you could ask anything more, Gaz tapped the roof of the car and your taxi pulled off.
You went even longer without seeing Ghost after the bar. It was almost as if he had just disappeared into thin air. You tried to question Gaz and Soap, but they claimed they knew nothing about it. Saying that it was probably a âlucky guessâ but if anything they had told you about Ghost was true, nothing he did was just a lucky guess.
You pushed all your questions to the back of your mind, as you knew you werenât going to get any answers any time soon. You were cleaning up the office as your day was ending. 141 were out on a mission, a relatively relaxed one, so your office was quiet and easy to pack up rather than having to tell Soap to stop touching stuff every 5 minutes.
You hummed to yourself, not taking notice that your office door had swung open.
âYouâre terrible at being aware of âya surroundings.â
You jumped, a squeal falling from your mouth. âYou have to stop doing that!â
Ghost stood at your door, in sweatpants and a hoodie. His arms crossed as he stared at you through his mask. He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. You suddenly felt small like the room was closing in on you due to Ghostâs tall frame.
âWhat are you doing here?â You asked. Ghostâs eyes seemed to widen, as if he wasnât sure why he was there either.
âGive me a check-up.â
You raised an eyebrow at him, glancing over at the clock. It was 7:35 pm, and the base was basically empty.
âIt canât wait til tomorrow?â You asked. Ghost took a step closer to you, âI thought you wanted to get to know me?â
âI do but-â
âThen give me the check-up.â Ghost grunted, sitting on the bench. His large frame made the normally large bench look small under him.
You sighed softly, getting out your equipment to start his check-up. You stay silent as you slip on your latex gloves after washing your hands. âSo, Iâm guessing something happened on the mission.â
Ghost looked over to you, his eyes coated in a small dose of confusion. âWhat?â
âI mean, you seemed very adamant about not getting a check-up before and now youâre here after a mission. I just assumed maybe something happened.â You clarified as you moved to check his heartbeat.
It took everything in you not to let your hands wander across his chest as you pulled away from him to turn to your computer and record the data.
âNothing happened. Just built up some confidence.â He said, getting off the bench to stand behind you closely.
âO-ohâŠ. confidence for what?â You took a deep breath, your eyes focusing on the computer screen.
Ghost didnât answer your question, instead, he grabbed your shoulders and spun you around to face him. âYouâre very annoying, you know that?â
âWhat?â Your eyes widened.
âYouâre always around, smelling good. In these scrubs that hug your body tighter than any other scrubs Iâve ever seen.â Ghost muttered, âAlways laughing at Soapâs stupid jokes. Always getting pizza when you know you arenât supposed to.â
âI try to avoid you and ignore you, but you just crawl your little ass into my mind anyways. All missionâŠ. just thinking and wondering what youâre doing.â Ghost continued.
âIs this your way of admitting that youâve been thinking about me?â You asked.
Ghost stayed silent. His eyes stay trained on you, no words or sounds coming from him. His hand moved to take a piece of your hair and twirling it around his finger.
âUm, we should finish the check-up so we can go.â You spoke softly. Ghost ignored you, dipping his face into your neck. He took a deep breath. âGod, you smell heavenly.â
âGhost....â
âI need you.â He grumbled, âI need you all around me. Iâve learned everything I can about you and all I can think about is how I need to feel about you.â
âHow I need to ruin you.â
You felt a knot in your stomach at his words, heat pooling inside you. âR-ruin me?â
âBeyond belief.â Ghost confirmed, âGive me the green light.â
You stayed silent as Ghost pushed his knee between your legs, pressing his knees gently against your core, causing a whimper to fall from your mouth. He lifted his mask to reveal his lips, pressing against your neck in soft, wet kisses. âY/N. Answer me.â
âIâŠ.â You gasped for air, âP-pleaseâŠdo it.â
Ghost didnât need to hear anything else. He lifted you easily, throwing you on the bench. He yanked your top off, groping your breast. âI havenât been able to stop thinking about these since the bar. So soft and plumpâŠâ Ghost grumbled, pulling your bra down and latching his mouth to your nipple.
A small moan fell from your mouth at the actions. His tongue swirled around your nipple before he pulled away with a slight âpopâ. He left a trail of kisses down your chest to your naval. He tugged down your pants, throwing them in the same direction as your top. He groaned at the sight of the wet spot in your panties.
âSo wet and ready for me. Huh, love?â Ghost said, blowing softly on your clothed clit.
You whined softly, nodding your head. He slapped your thigh, his eyes looking up at you. âI want to hear use your words. Let me hear that pretty voice that has been plaguing my mind for these past few months.â
You let out a sigh as Ghost pressed the pad of his tongue to your slit through your panties, teasing you. âYesâŠ. Iâm wet and ready for you.â
âGood fucking girl, Lovie.â Ghost chuckled, moving your panties to the side to latch his mouth to your clit. He sucked and lapped at your clit harshly, your moans becoming uncontrollable as he ate you out like a starved man. His tongue teased your slit, flicking his tongue up and down.
He gripped your thighs tighter, pulling you closer to him. His nose pressed against your clit, stimulating you more and more. âOh God, fuck, Ghost.â You moaned, your hands reaching out to grip the top of his balaclava.
âThatâs right. I want you moaning my name like itâs the only thing that pretty little mind knows.â Ghost muttered, slipping two fingers into you as he kept lapping up all your juices. Your thighs tightened around his face as you felt your climax coming.
Ghost groaned at the action, his cock twitching with anticipation. You tossed your head back as pleasure coursed through your body. âIâm about to cum, fuck, Iâm sâclose.â
Your words seem to push Ghost further into sending you over the edge. His tongue moved faster against you as his fingers matched his pace. Your mind was blanking from the orgasm that rushed over your body. Ghost pulled his fingers out slowly as he pulled away from your swollen clit. His mouth was covered in your slick as he smirked. âTaste so sweet, Angel.â He spoke.
He pushed his two fingers into your mouth, groaning at the warmth of it. You suck on his fingers, tasting yourself on them as you swirled your tongue around. âSuch a good, eager girl. So happy to taste yourself on my fingers.â Ghost whispered, pushing them down your throat so he could hear your gags.
Ghost pulled away, yanking his sweatpants and boxers down. His cock sprang out, revealing its large length. It hit his abdomen; the tip leaking with pre-cum. Your eyes looked down at him, eyes widening at the sight. âMy GodâŠ.â You whispered.
Ghost grabbed the base of his shaft, jerking himself off slightly before pulling you to the edge of the bench and wrapping one of your legs around his waist while propping the other one on his shoulder. âI need this pretty pussy wrapped around my cock, taking every inch of me.â Ghost growled. He rubbed his tip up and down your slick, coating it in it.
âTell me how much you want this, Lovie. How bad do you want me to fuck you?â Ghost demanded; his eyes focused on you. You let out a whiny moan, looking up at him, âPlease fuck me. I want your cock so bad.â
Ghost pushed into you, filling you up slowly but surely. Ghost groaned, sinking into you until he was fully inside you. âSâfucking tight. Gonna fuck this pretty cunt until itâs molded to only take my cock.â Ghost groaned, snapping his hips forward for a forceful thrust. A guttural moan fell from your mouth, as Ghost gripped your throat with both hands, pounding into you at a ruthless pace.
âMâbeen dreaming of this since the day I laid eyes on your fucking application picture.â Ghost muttered, âSuch a pretty fucking girl. Batting your eyelashes at everyone.â
Ghostâs hands moved down to your hips, his fingers digging into your soft flesh. Your moans were drowned out by the loud slapping of your skin. If it wasnât for the way that Ghost was viciously railing you, you would be concerned that someone would walk past and hear you.
âSuch a fucking whore. Getting fucked in your officeâŠ. you like being railed after work? Hmm?â Ghost hissed out as you clenched around him.
âYou look sâpretty being full of my cock.â Ghost muttered, leaning down to kiss and nip your neck. You whined, feeling another knot form in your stomach. You clenched around Ghost, making him groan. âMâcloseâŠ. sâcloseâŠâ You spoke in between moans.
âGo ahead and make a mess on my cock, baby. Cum all over this cock like the slut you are.â Ghost demanded. It didnât take long for your legs to shake and for Ghostâs cock to be drenched in your climax. He slowed his thrusts, pulling out of you. You whimpered at the lost feeling.
âGet up, Lovie. I want to cum all in that pretty mouth of yours.â Ghost said, pulling you off the bench and to your knees. You looked up at him as he pumped himself. Slapping his cock against your lips, you opened your mouth to let him slip in.
âSâfucking warm. Fucking made to take my dick in every fucking hole you have.â Ghost muttered, his hand snaking around the back of your head to shove his dick further down your throat. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you tasted all your juices that drenched his cock. Saliva trailed down your chin as Ghost thrust in and out of your mouth at an unforgiving pace. âA fucking slut you are, taking my dick so well. Fuck.â Ghost groaned as his hip stuttered slightly. His cock twitched in your mouth before ropes of cum shot down your throat.
Your eyes screwed shut as Ghost stayed deep in your throat, making sure you swallowed all his cum. He pulled out, bending down to level as you looked up at him. âSo, this was going through your mind all this time.â You spoke breathlessly.
âShocked, Lovie?â Ghost smirked, lifting you back to your feet.
âA little.â You nodded. Ghost tilted your head back to press a rough but gentle kiss to your lips. âWell, I suggest you get used to it because there will be more of that.â
âSo, you made your move, huh?â Soap grinned wickedly at Ghost, who sat further down the table. Ghostâs eyes shot to Soapâs as he narrowed them at the man.
âDonât even try to deny it, LT.â Gaz said, his eyes staying trained on his phone. âAll the talk around the base is how a certain skull mask-wearing lieutenant is attached to the hip of the pretty little nurse.â
âShe mustâve really made you nervous if it took you almost three months to make a move on her.â Soap teased.
âI did more than make a move on her, Sergeant.â Ghost spoke, âThat pretty little nurse is now my pretty little nurse.â
Ghost smirked underneath his mask as he looked between Gaz and Soap. âSo, it would do you both good to watch your hands the next to you hug her. Would hate to have to break your fingers off for wandering too far for your own good.â
Without another word, Ghost sauntered out of the meeting room, leaving Soap and Gaz dumbfounded.
âHm, I was wondering when that boy was going to make a move.â Price hummed from his spot, âAll that begging to hire her to this base and took nearly four months to even talk to her.â
âWait, what? Ghost knew about her before she even got to base?â Gaz asked.
âGhost was the one who pulled her application.â Price said, âSaid âhis future girlâ had applied, and I needed to get her on base.â
Gaz and Soap looked at each other before sighing. Of course, Ghost knew you before you knew him.
Because it wouldnât be Ghost if he didnât.
#simon ghost riley#simon riley x reader#call of duty#modern warfare#simon riley#cod modern warfare#cod mw2#cod x reader#jayybugg fics
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jealous ratio bc i wont him, inspired by the simulated universe occurrence, banter about marriage hehe
"Dr. No. 5 asked me to be his research partner today," you mumble half-heartedly to Veritas. It was an ordinary night, you're curled into his side with your phone in hand, watching the latest series you've been invested in whilst he occupies his mind with a book, held by one hand whilst his other is wrapped around you.
However, when he registers your confession, he tenses, slightly scrunching the pages of his book as the arm around you stiffens, muscles contracting.
"And what did you say?" He asks, feigning collectedness.
"I agreed."
His book slams shut and he shoots upward to a sitting position, baffled by the nonchalance of your tone. How cruel, you have betrayed him in the most despicable of ways, do you not care? Agreeing to be someone else's research partner is akin to that of spitting on his heart and stomping it flat, have you no respect for the laws of academic loyalty (there is no such thing), or is he the only one in your relationship devoted to it?
An idiot. You will be working with an idiot and you somehow see no flaw in that, where is your integrity as his lover?
"What does that fool have that I don't?" He all but cries, yanking your phone from your hands and setting it on his bedside table.
"What are you blabbering about?" You ask, looking up at him with inquisitive eyes, confusion shining in your irises.
"I'm supposed to be your only research partner, I cannot believe that you've gone and betrayed me like this."
"Pray tell, Veritas, how is this a 'betrayal'?"
"I would never choose to be anyone's research partner if I'm not yours, but today I've discovered that my devotion is not only unreciprocated, but unappreciated! How unfathomable."
The purple-haired turns his muscular back to you, giving you the cold shoulder. Slowly you sit up and lean on his toned body, hand resting on his deltoid and you can already see the way he tries to fight the effects of your touch. "Dear, you wouldn't be anyone else's research partner because you think majority of people are 'idiots' and aren't worthwhile academics to invest time into."
"Precisely why I cannot believe that you have agreed to work with No. 5, who is undeniably, irrefutably, and undoubtedly, a simpleton!"
You bite your tongue when it threatens to spill that you think No. 5 is not as bad as Veritas assumes, but that would outrage the scholar even more and you do not want to spend the better half of your day purposefully ruining it.
"The pay was good," you reason, daring to place a kiss to his neck. "But you are still superior in my heart, Veritas. Do not fret, if I am to seek a research partner, you would be my first and only choice."
"How long will your project span for?" He asks begrudgingly.
"6 months of research, writing, and editing. After that, I am not too involved with the publishing process."
"Oh how it stains me picturing your name beside another imbecile's."
You sigh, sitting up straighter to wrap both arms around his neck. "Your name could be beside mine permanently if you got down to one knee and presented me a ring, but alas, perhaps I shall be waiting another few research papers for that to happen."
You can't see the fond smile on his face, but you yelp when he turns around suddenly to push you against the comfort of your mattress, his lips claiming yours.
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How about Pope/JJ having a crush on Topperâs younger sister which is also Rafeâs girl and him making sure he knows his place and the fact that sheâs his girl. Maybe sheâs the island sweetheart and sheâs nice to everyone, and sometimes she hangs out with the pogues (despite her brother and boyfriend hating that) and Rafe noticed how the boy looks at her and decides to put on a little show to prove sheâs his girl đ«Łđ„č
Get in losers, weâre going shopping || Rafe Cameron x Thornton!reader
A/n: This was so fun to write thank u for the request đ«¶
Warnings: swearing, suggestive, possesive/jealous!rafe, if thereâs anything else lmk
Word count: 1,837
MASTERLIST (rafe x thornton!reader au masterlist)
Divider by @yoonitos
mood board
As you drive along, a smile creeps across your face when you notice JJ and Pope walking on the side of the road. You slow your car, matching their pace, which causes them to exchange puzzled glances before coming to a halt.
Rolling down your window, you lift your sunglasses, locking eyes with the two boys. Their confusion quickly shifts to recognition, and a mix of surprise and curiosity spreads across their faces.
âHey boys,â you greet them with a smile. âOhâhey, y/n,â Pope stammers, making you giggle. âThis your new car?â JJ asks, patting the sleek Porsche. You hum in response, âwant a ride?â you offer sweetly.
The boys exchange a quick glance before sprinting to the passenger side, shoving each other. In the end, Pope manages to snag the seat, and you laugh at their antics.
âIâll sugar momma you guys today,â you wink at them, moving the stick into gear. They grin widely, and you drive off, the engine purring smoothly. âSo, where are weââ Pope starts, but heâs cut off by the sound of your phone ringing. Rafeâs name flashes on the display, and the boys visibly tense up, their smiles fading as discomfort sets in.
âHi, Rafe,â you say, your voice carrying a mix of warmth and caution. âHi baby, whatcha doinâ? Thought I might come over to yours in a few minutes, gotta see Top for something tooâ Rafeâs voice fills the car, a smooth and confident drawl.
âIâm out right now, and I wonât be home for a bit,â you reply, tapping your finger against the steering wheel. The boys sit in tense silence, trying to act nonchalant but clearly uncomfortable with the conversation. The cheerful energy from earlier is all but gone, replaced by a palpable tension that hangs in the air.
Itâs silent on the other end before Rafe speaks up again. âRight, whereâwhere are you right now? You with anyone?â he stutters, his tone shifting to one of suspicion. Popeâs eyes widen, and he freaks out. âI donât think we should be here right now,â he mutters under his breath. Eyes wide, you slap a hand over his mouth. âShut up, dude!â JJ whisper-yells, trying to keep his voice low. You throw JJ a look that clearly says he isnât helping.
Hearing the voices, Rafe stands up from his seat, his eyebrows furrowed. âWho was that?â he questions sharply. You glance at the boys, feeling the weight of the situation.âUh, Iâm just with Pope and JJ,â you quietly admit, bracing yourself for Rafeâs reaction.
Thereâs a brief, tense silence on the other end of the line, and you can almost hear Rafeâs jaw clench. You know how your boyfriend feels about you hanging out with them, and the tension in the car thickens as you wait for his response.
âAre you serious right now? How many times have I told you I donât want you hanginâ around with them?â He angrily says. You roll your eyes, already feeling the annoyance building. âRafe, Iâm not having this conversation with you right now, okay?â you reply, trying to keep your voice steady.
âNo. Weâre having this conversation right now. Does Topper even know youâre hanging out with those Pogues?â Rafe snaps back, his tone leaving no room for argument. You let out a frustrated sigh, glancing at Pope and JJ, who look increasingly uncomfortable.
âRafe, not right now. Iâm hanging up, okay? Hanging up right nowââ you begin, but Rafe interjects, âDonât you dareââBefore he can finish his sentence, you press end call. The car falls into an uneasy silence as Pope and JJ sit there quietly, processing what just happened.
âUhm, so that just happened,â Pope says, staring out at the road in front of him as you chuckle. âIâm so sorry you guys had to hear that,â You apologetically say, biting your bottom lip anxiously, âNah, donât even worry about it,â JJ reassures you as you smile at him through the rearview mirror. âDo you guys wanna get some gelato? Iâm craving some right now,â You offer as you turn into the main road of Kildare.
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Opening the door to your house, you pause for a moment as your eyes fall on Topper and Rafe lounging on the sofa. Topper is scrolling through his phone, barely glancing up at your entrance, while Rafe reclines with a smug look on his face.
âWhere have you been?â Topper asks, his gaze still fixed on his phone. You hesitate, glancing at Rafe, whose smirk only deepens. âUh, did Rafe not tell you?â you ask, your voice tinged with confusion since you for sure thought that he would tell your brother who shared the same disdain towards JJ and Pope.
Rafe raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the discomfort heâs causing. âTell him what?â he says innocently, leaning back further into the cushions. âOh, nothing. I was just hanging out with my friends,â You say as you slip off your sandals, Topper giving you and Rafe a suspicious look.
âYeah, okay. Howâs your new car, by the way? Have you scratched it yet? Cause if you did, you know Mom and Dad will throw a fit,â Topper says casually, his tone laced with a hint of sarcasm. You roll your eyes, feeling the familiar sting of his passive-aggressiveness. Without responding, you turn to leave the room.
Rafe gets up from the sofa and follows behind you, his expression unreadable. âHow does my little sister end up with a Porsche for her first car anyway? Itâs fuckinâ unfair,â Topperâs voice jeered from the adjacent room, his tone laced with mockery. âShut up, Topper!â you retorted, frustration seeping into your voice as Rafe let out a soft, amused snort.
âWhat are you doing here, by the way?â you ask Rafe who shuts your door behind him as you set your shopping bags down on the ground. âCan I not see my girlfriend?â he says with a playful smirk, his eyes dancing with mischief as he lounges comfortably on your bed.
You pause, studying his expression for any hint of underlying motive. âI just thought you wouldnât wait for me after I told you who I was hanging out with,â you say cautiously, carefully avoiding mentioning JJ or Pope by name.
Rafeâs response is nonchalant, almost dismissive. He simply shrugs, as if your concerns are of little importance to him. âDonât care,â he replies coolly, his tone betraying no trace of emotion. You lean against your window, raising an eyebrow at his nonchalance. âReally?â you say, not quite believing him.
He hums, his expression unchanged. âYeah, really.â You slowly nod, still feeling a bit skeptical. âYou coming to the party tonight, right?â Rafe speaks up, breaking the tension as you throw your new clothes into your hamper. âI didnât even know there was a party tonight, but sure,â you shrug, before collapsing on top of Rafe, who exaggerates a loud groan in response, playfully protesting your weight.
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Getting out of the car, you could already feel the curious stares people were giving your way as Topper and Rafe walked up behind you. The beach was buzzing with activity, and you took in the scene, noting the mix of familiar and unfamiliar faces.
Scanning the crowd, you quickly spot JJ and Pope hanging out with a few others near the bonfire. They notice you and wave enthusiastically. A smile spreads across your face as you lift your hand, ready to wave back, but before you can, Rafe grabs your hand firmly.
âCâmon, letâs get some drinks,â he mutters against your ear, his breath warm on your skin. His tone is casual, but the grip on your hand leaves little room for argument. You glance back at JJ and Pope, who are now watching the interaction closely, their expressions shifting to concern.
Reluctantly, you let Rafe guide you towards the makeshift bar set up on the sand. Topper falls into step beside you, his presence adding to the tension. âHere,â Rafe passes you a drink as you gratefully take it.
âWhat are you looking at?â you ask, staring at Rafeâs side profile. He turns to you, his eyes narrowing slightly as he pulls you closer. âItâs nothing, donât worry about it,â he mutters, his tone trying to sound reassuring but tinged with irritation.
Following his earlier line of sight, you glance over and spot JJ and Pope. Theyâre laughing with a group of friends, seemingly unaware of Rafeâs intense gaze moments ago. Your stomach tightens as you realize heâs been watching them.
Rafeâs grip on you tightens ever so slightly, a subtle reminder of his possessive nature. You look back at him, trying to gauge his mood, but his expression is a mask of casual indifference. The contrast between his actions and his words leaves you feeling uneasy,
âLetâs go,â Rafe suddenly stands up, grabbing your hand abruptly, âWhat?â As soon as Rafe is standing up with you following along, you hear the whistles and low muttering of people. âEveryone shut the hell up!â Topper groans, watching his little sister and bestfriend walk off.
âRafe, where are we going?â you ask, glancing back at the crowd, feeling the weight of their stares and the palpable tension in the air. âShh, itâs fine, weâre just going back to your car,â Rafe says, pulling you closer. He leans in to kiss you, and you feel his smirk against your lips. His hands begin to wander, moving further down your back, his touch both familiar and possessive.
âRafe,â you pull back slightly, your voice tinged with concern. âItâs fine, yeah? Please?â He looks at you with a familiar intensity, his eyes pleading yet commanding. Itâs a look you know all too well, one that mixes affection with an undercurrent of control.
Playfully rolling your eyes, you unlock the car and gently push him before settling down on his lap. His arms wrap around you tightly, holding you close with an almost possessive firmness. You can feel the strength in his grip, the way he presses you against him, as if asserting his claim over you.
âYouâre mine, yâknow that, right?â he mutters against your neck, his breath warm and slightly ragged. âMhm, I know that,â you mumble, your hands running through his hair. His fingers dig into your waist, drawing you even closer. His scent, a mix of cologne and the salty sea air, envelops you, creating an intoxicating mix of comfort and confinement.
You tilt your head slightly, allowing him better access to your neck as he continues to murmur possessive reassurances.
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âY/n?â You lift your head just as you finish zipping up your shorts. âHeyââ The greeting dies on your lips when you find yourself face to face with JJ. âWhat are you doing here?â you ask, awkwardly chuckling and smoothing down your hair. The sound of Rafe exiting the car behind you adds to the tension.
JJâs eyes trace your appearance before flicking behind you to Rafe. âWe were just about to, uh, leave,â he says, scratching his head. You nod awkwardly. âHey, Y/n,â Pope greets as he joins the scene, sensing the uncomfortable vibe. You manage a smile at him. âHiââ you start, but your words falter as Rafe steps up beside you, still buttoning his shirt. JJ and Pope stand there awkwardly, waiting, while Rafe ignores their presence.
âDid you guys have fun?â you ask, attempting to lighten the mood. Rafe finally looks up, a smirk playing on his lips as he glances at the boys. âYeah, yeah, it was fun, I guess,â Pope replies hesitantly. JJâs pained smile shifts between you and Rafe. âYou guys sure did, huh?â
Rafe snorts at JJâs comment, prompting you to slap his chest lightly. There was awkward silence before you speak up, âDid you guys want a lift back?â you offer.
Before they can respond, Rafe interjects, âBaby, youâve had a few drinks already. I donât think thatâs a good idea.âJJ rolls his eyes at Rafe. âItâs fine, weâll find our own way home,â Pope says, his smile tinged with sadness. You nod slowly.
âYeah, you do that,â Rafe says dismissively, pulling you back towards the group. âCome on, babe.â You glance back at JJ and Pope one last time, mouthing a silent apology as they briefly wave goodbye. The expressions on their faces stay with youâa mix of disappointment and hurt that you canât shake off.
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rafe + voyeurism
warnings: pervy!handyman!rafe, flirting, pet names, rafe watches you in the shower, masturbation, oral (m. & f. receiving), dirty talk, unprotected sex, shower sex, slight fluff, rafe answers the door when your date knocks >:)
a/n: inspired by the small piece i wrote here <3
wc: 2.4k
âwhatâs the problem now, pretty?â rafe answered the phone, popping open a can of beer as your sweet little voice sounded on the other line. ârafe, my shower is out!â you whined, adjusting the pink fluffy robe around your body. âwell, whatâs wrong with it, babe?â your cheeks heated at the name. rafe knew exactly what was wrong with it, heâs the one who messed it up last time he was there so he had a reason to come back. âi twisted the knob for it to turn on, but i think the handle is loose..â you explained. rafe hummed, getting up from his recliner. âiâll be there in five.â
rafe lived in the same apartments as you, just in a different complex not too far from your own. it wasnât long before you heard his heavy footsteps outside of your door, opening it before he could knock. âare you wearing anything underneath that?â he motioned towards your pre-shower ensemble. you whispered a âno..â dragging him in by his large arm. âi have to be ready in one hour!â you were frantic as rafe followed behind you, his eyebrows knitting in confusion. âitâs nearly seven oâclock, where are you off to?â you moved aside to let rafe through, taking a seat on the edge of the sink counter.
âmy friends set me up on a blind date, âsaid they were tired of me being single.. so.â rafe couldnât help the way his jaw ticked. âa blind date, huh? is he picking you up here?â rafe set his toolbox down as he got on his knees. âyeah, he insisted on doing so, too. which i thought was a little weird but.. itâs okay i guess.â you shrugged, crossing one leg over the other. rafe looked back, the opening of your robe exposing your bare legs and thighs. thankfully, you were too distracted by something else to see rafeâs tongue glide over his bottom lip. âso.. uh, tell me about this guy..â
rafe let you ramble on, feigning interest as he learned your date was just an arrogant asshole. fortunately, you had a habit of veering off track when it came to having conversations, which lead to you now telling him about a recipe you saw on a late night cooking show. âiâll make it and you can come over and taste test it, how does that sound?â rafe nodded. he would much rather taste test something else. âi think that sounds great.â he sat up, tossing the last tool in his toolbox with a clank! âalright, moment of truth,â rafe twisted the shower knob, and sure enough the water came out perfectly.
you hopped off the counter, not realizing your robe had come undone a little bit. the valley of your breasts were peeking through, the sight making rafe let out a breath. âthank you!â you grabbed his hand and helped him off the floor. âitâs no problem.â the man in front of you shamelessly stared at your chest, your eyes following his. you gasped at the amount of cleavage that was out, spinning around to cover yourself up. âiâm so sorry, i donât know how that happened!â you covered your face in embarrassment as rafe laughed to himself. âiâm not complaining.â
rafe walked around you, making you topple forward a bit when he landed a playful smack on your backside. if it was anyone else, you wouldâve kicked them out of your apartment with a threat to make a police report.. but it was rafe, so you offered him your fridge instead. âyou could take whatever you want! iâll be out in a sec!â rafe took you up on your offer, grabbing a beer that you specifically bought for him whenever he made a surprise visit. popping it open, he took a swig, reaching for his phone in his pocket only for it not to be there. âshit.â he put the beer down, checking the rest of pockets.
realizing it must be in the bathroom, rafe cursed under his breath when he heard the shower running. ây/n?â you couldnât hear him over the water, your eyes screwed shut as you washed your hair. opening the door slightly, rafe peeked in and saw his phone on the floor. he swallowed thickly, the scent of your shampoo filling his senses. donât look up, donât look up, donât look up, rafe chanted in his head, failing miserably when he ultimately zeroed in on your naked form. he knew you were perfect already, but seeing you like this was next level.
he watched as the suds from your hair dripped down to your tits, the clear glass growing foggy with shower steam. he wondered how youâd feel in his hands, wishing so bad he could take a tit in his mouth. rafeâs chest rose and fell, his cock stirring in his pants as you turned around and bent down for your body wash. luckily for you, the steam obstructed the view rafe ached so bad to see. without a care in the world, rafe palmed himself through his work jeans, his head tipping back at the much needed friction. âfuck, yeah..â he whispered to himself, thumb gliding over his sensitive tip.
you lathered yourself up, turning around so your back was facing rafe. with hungry eyes, he watched you scrub down your legs, catching a glimpse of your sudsy folds. pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, rafe refrained from letting out a groan as his hand jerked himself with vigor. he wondered if you knew just how bad he wanted you. if it was up to him, youâd be more than just the pretty tenant he likes to bother, and him more than the handyman, but he could dream. rinsing yourself off under the stream of water, you stood there, relishing in the hot water pattering against your skin.
rafe could make you so so happy if youâd just let him. heâd treat you with so much love and care everyday, and fuck you until you were in hysterics. he imagined what it would be like to be in a relationship with you, how waking up next to you would look like. he was so tired of envisioning these things, he shut the door behind him, startling you. ârafe?â you peered up at the man standing in the middle of your bathroom, his hand in his pants as he looked at you with dark eyes. âw-what are you doing?â he didnât say anything as he started undressing, his shirt falling to the floor.
âtell me to leave.â his jeans were next to go, the imprint of his length making you swallow thickly. rafe smirked at your lack of response, internally singing as you slid open the glass door for him to join you. you had butterflies fluttering in your tummy when he took off his underwear. rafe was so tall, he had to lean down in order to get in without hitting himself, his broad shoulders barely fitting through. once he was in, your cheeks heated as reality hit you. here you were, standing naked with the man whoâs been a pervy flirt for nearly six months now.
âyou okay?â rafeâs hands found your hips, pulling you close until his cock sat heavily between you two. you nodded, wrapping your arms around his neck. he groaned when he felt your nipples against his chest. bringing his head down, you let out a yelp when his hands snaked down to your ass and squeezed. you reached up on your tippy toes and kissed him, his mouth moving perfectly with yours. rafe wasted no time, backing you up into the shower wall where he grinded his hard-on between your thighs. taking the base of him in your hand, you gasped at how hard he felt in your palm.
âcan i?â you were already getting on your knees before him, rafe groaning at how eager you felt to please him. rafe grabbed a handful of your hair, staring at you intently as you stroked him before meeting his eyes. you looked gorgeous like this. eyes sparkling up at his face, rafe admired your features under the soft light of the bathroom. you kissed his tip, licking a stripe up from the underside of his cock before he pushed himself between your lips. your pink nails dug into his skin, your eyebrows knitting together as he forced his length down your throat.
you moaned, the sensation making him shudder. âfuck,â he grunted through gritted teeth, âfeelsâ so fuckin good.â he balanced an arm on the wall, his eyes screwing shut as you worked your magic on his cock. the way you bobbed your head up and down made him want to shoot his load all over your face, your hands cupping your tits as you squeezed the sensitive swells of your breasts. rafe was mesmerized, his mouth hanging open as he watched you pull off of him with a pop! you smiled up at the man above you, rubbing the head of his cock across your lips.
deciding he couldnât wait any longer, rafe picked you up like a ragdoll, your legs wrapping around his waist as he kissed you roughly. you whimpered when your back met the cold tile on the wall. spreading your thighs apart, you looked down when rafe guided himself between your slick folds, your clit aching to be touched. you two exchanged looks, as if he was asking for permission. placing your palms on his shoulders for leverage, you practically melted in his hands when he thrusted into you. whimpering his name, rafe urged you to lock your ankles around his back.
âyâhave no idea how much iâve thought about doing this to you.â he spoke into the curve of your neck, his body glistening from shielding you from the shower head. you recalled laying in bed one particular night, thinking about rafe and those rough hands of his. needless to say you fell into a deep slumber imagining your fingers as his own. your mouth opened and closed a few times like you wanted to say something but couldnât get the words out. watching you struggle was easily the hottest thing rafe has ever seen. âtalk, baby, i need to hear that voice so i can dream of it later.â
soon after he said that, you were whining and blabbering about how much you thought about him when you were alone. âyeah? âtouching yourself to the thought of me?â he taunted, hips slamming into yours as the heels of your feet dug into his back. âyes! oh, godâ i just wanted to feel you inside of me..â rafe cursed at your words, pressing a searing kiss to your lips. âshow me how you did it, âpretty. let me feel this pussy squeeze around me.â you let out a shaky breath, the pads of your fingers finding your sensitive bundle of nerves. you gasped, your back arching off of the wall.
rafe watched you rub delicate circles on the little bud, your body jolting every now and then when the feeling became overwhelming. âcanât!â you shook your head when you were close, your thighs threatening to snap shut around his hips. rafe moved your hand out of the way and replaced it with his own, his fingers working mercilessly on your puffy clit. letting out a scream, your forehead fell on his shoulder as his release teetered on the edge of pure euphoria. he was going to fill you up soon, the thought alone making his hips stutter as you cried out in bliss.
rafe held you against his chest, his hot seed filling you up with every moan that left his mouth. you were jelly at this point, your orgasm hitting you in intense waves of ecstasy as rafe twitched inside your soaking cunt. slowly but surely, your highs subsided, both of you panting against each otherâs lips. âthink you could walk?â you shook your head, your thighs still visibly trembling at his sides. he nodded, reassuring you with a âokay, donât worry baby.â still holding you against the wall, rafe pulled out of you with a groan. whimpering at the feeling of being empty, you watched as he twisted the shower knob off.
holding you bridal style, rafe stepped out of the shower and placed you gently on the sink counter. he quickly grabbed two towels from the little shelf you had in the bathroom and dried you off, wrapping the soft cotton around your shoulders. you licked your lips, the sight of the water droplets dripping down his abs was making you ready for round two. wrapping the towel around his waist, rafe carried you once more to your bed. âagain.â you looked up at him with a pout. rafe laughed, pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. âyeah? you want more?â you nodded, pulling him on top of you.
slotting himself between your thighs, he kissed you deeply before there was a knock at the door. pausing for a second, you wondered who it could be before your eyes widened. âthatâs my date! wellâ was, my date.. oh, god!â you giggled, covering your face in embarrassment. glancing at the clock on your bedside table, rafe smiled. 8:00 PM. âwow, heâs just in time.â he got up, making you gasp. âdonât be mean to him!â you called out as rafe answered the front door. the poor guyâs smile faded quickly when he saw a shredded, over six feet tall of a man answer the door.
âsorry, i must be at the wrong apartment..â he blinked, about to leave before rafe stopped him. âyouâre here for y/n, right? sheâs inside.â rafe reached for the flowers in your dateâs hand, flashing him a wink. âsheâs a little preoccupied right now, though.â shutting the door in his face, rafe hid the flowers behind his back before stalking back inside your room. bless your heart, your towel was gone as you laid naked and pretty, waiting all for him. âi hope you like pink roses, âcause i just got you a dozen of âem.â you sat up, a gasp leaving your lips as rafe kneeled down on the side of your bed.
âaw, how pretty!â you gave them a sniff, pecking rafeâs cheek. âcan you put them in water for me?â you batted your eyelashes at him, the action sending rafe into a frenzy. you were so cute. doing as you asked, rafe came back and got on his knees once more. âi was thinking.. you were so gracious enough to take me in your mouth, itâs only right if i return the favor, yeah?â he hooked your thighs to the tops of his shoulders, excitement pooling in your belly. âyesââ you were cut off when you felt rafeâs tongue delve between your folds. âyouâre so fuckinâ sweet, i can eat you all night.â and he did.
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ââ smarty. ( pjs ) đȘ·
àč Jay has had enough of your brattiness for today, thereâs only so much he can take.. so he may as well teach you a little lesson, right?
pair: bf!jay ă
gf!reader | warnings: smut, angst (??), small age gap (jay is 5 years older), d/s dynamics, bratty!reader, slight ddlg themes, spanking, p.ssy slapping, oral (f. rec), edging, crying, daddy kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, reader is implied to be a curvy/thick girly but anyone can read tbh ! | words: 1.7k
⊠. ăâș ă . ⊠. ăâș ă . âŠ
âwhatâd i tell you about saying things like that?â
âi donât care, itâs true !â you snarled, if it hadnât been made clear how aggravated you were, it sure as hell was now.
you and jay spent the weekend with his parents at a resort somewhere in jeju. everything was going fine at first, that was until an unexpected guest invited themselves to join your little âfamily tripâ. her name was hanna ? halie ? you donât know and you didnât care. what fogged your mind for the rest of the trip was how she clung up onto jay like the smoke to dry ice.
what agitated you even more about her was her need to call you out asking you a million questions about your clothing and how sheâs so shocked that jay settled down with someone like you. all of her backhanded compliments would rub you the wrong way and she just gave you weird vibes. itâs as if you werenât âpretty enoughâ to date him; according to her at least. donât get it twisted, jay definitely shut all of that down. he wouldnât let any woman pin you as anything less than you were. a fucking goddess.
âwhyâre you acting like this? whatâd i even do?â he paused. âwhat haneul does has nothing to do with me.â he continued, eyes focused on the road. heâs become fed up with your constant nagging. maybe itâs just his level of maturity that makes him unable to see it, but he doesnât understand why you worry so much, it was as if every âi love you the mostâ âyouâre my favoriteâ âitâs only youâsâ didnât matter. he felt like his words held no weight whatsoever.
ânothing to do with you ? hah, youâre the one who let her bombard our vacation. might i add family vacation.â you sterned, shifting your body closer to the door of the vehicle, looking out the window.
âwhat did you expect me to do y/n? sheâs been a family friend for years now, i canât just tell her to fuck off and go somewhere else. sheâd go crying to my mom about how mean i was to her and thatâs just extra drama that i donât need right now..â he exhaled heavily, glancing at your avoidant figure. when he got no reply from you he left it be, turning up the music to avoid the awkward atmosphere the both of you created.
àč àč àč
âbabe, can you pass me my frames ?â jay dared to ask even though youâd been ignoring him since the incident from earlier.
ây/n.â âplease ?â watching as you hadnât budged even a bit he grew upset. it was already bad enough for him that you were acting like he didnât even exist, which was fine. though, he wouldnât just take your constant disrespect.
so he got rid of what seemed to be your main source of attention. your phone.
âwhat the fuck, jay !â you reached at him. âgive me my phone !â
âjay !â he mocked, his voice altering to sound high pitched like yours. âdonât you see that iâm trying put things back together? why do you have to act like such a child.â he was disappointed in you. you were a fully legal adult, yet your actions said differently.
âstrip.â jay broke the silence you let fill the room. you were hesitant, and confused, but at least you were actually looking at him now. âyou heard me, now.â his brow raised as his mouth slipped a scoff.
were you just gonna let him boss you around ? definitely not. were you feeling intimidated ? yes. but your pride stood stronger than the trouble youâd get into. you breathe heavily finding your way to the door of your bedroom for your dramatic escape; until you felt a tug at your arm and then the softness of your mattress, cosigned with the weight of your built boyfriend.
âi guess i have to do everything myself today, huh ?â jay sounded calm but you knew otherwise, and youâd be lying if you said you didnât let this play out just to see this side of him. âcause you did. hell, you felt your wetness dripping past the wall of your ass, the sticky sensation sending your body chills.
the jingle of his belt caught your attention, but before you could even glance at him, your face was meshed with the comforter of your shared bed. you shriek.
âjayâ !â
âoh now you wanna talk ? huh, funny.â his hand sent goosebumps throughout your body as he runs his palm over your clothed ass. âitâs a shame you donât listen. now your pretty tails gonna be all red.â he pinched the fabric of your skirt flicking it upwards onto your lower back.
â âm sorry..â you uttered feeling him tug at your underwear.
now, jay was ignoring you. all you felt was him adjusting your waist, so that your ass sat in the air.
ââm really sorry..jaââ you pause, shrieking at the leather that came in contact with your silky skin. if you could describe the feel of it, itâs like a slow burn, a slow burning that spread like wildfire everytime he unleashed the branded weapon on you.
discipline is a topic your parents took lightly. yeah, they disciplined you, but it was never a âbend over my kneeâ type of discipline. more like, every morning you wake up âsit in that cornerâ type of discipline. jay never went soft on you when it came down to it. he wanted to make sure you never do whatever youâre in trouble for again.
âcrying ? whatâre you crying for,â jay never pushed aside your emotions, he had to hear you out or his guilt would eat him alive. hearing you sniffle shot a sort of worry in him.
âlisten, you put yourself in this situationââ he paused throwing his belt. âyou already know what happens when you wanna act like a brat.â he palmed your cunt. he wasnât going to baby you this time, thatâs all he ever did. maybe this was partially his fault too..
subconsciously, you felt yourself grinding on his hand. you were needy, you always were after a punishment, even if he didnât know. but now, you were on display. there was no way he wouldnât find out.
âyouâre such a fucking slut,â his thumb caressing your entrance, pushing your sweetness through your dewy folds. âalready so wet for daddy, hm?â his thumb slid through your sticky walls in a in and out motion. your slick caking his finger everytime he pulled it from inside you.
âplease..â was a constant that came from your mouth. you didnât know what you were pleading for. more ? less ? what was it ? you only knew that he made you feel so good. the look of him drenched you. you wanted him to slut you out. ruin you.
âplease ? please what?â he couldnât help but snort at you. the mere thought that you can get what you want with just a pleaseâ scratch that. the thought that you think you can get whatever you want after testing his patience, made him laugh. âplease.. forgive me ?â
âi dunno..mâ you slurred, you were estatic. just his thumb, making you feel so dumb. it made you feel small, like you were nothing but a tiny spectacle of dust.
âyou dunno..? wanâ me to help you find out ?â you were flipped onto your back before you knew it. once you saw the shift in his eyes change, you knew what he was prone to do. the thought itself making you spread your legs wide open.
you even made the mistake of trying to rub yourself. that quickly got disposed.
âyou lost your damn mind ?â his hand reached down to slap your weeping pussy.
âbaby, i canât wait.. please!â you whined watching as he kneeled down, face between your begging thighs, hands cupping each pretty chunk of flesh.
âbut you can.â âmatter of fact, you will.â he blew onto your core. the cold sensation bringing your hips to a jolt. his eyes scanned your smaller figure watching every expression that played out on your face, then down to your breasts. âlift up your shirt, let me see your beautiful body, baby.â
earning yourself a âgood little girl.â when you comply.
àč àč àč
you hadnât gotten a break since he started his mouth on you. drinking in your first orgasm, then the second. seems like you were now on your third.
âfuck.. jay.â you groaned your hips aching to move in his grasp. youâd try not to breakdown whenever his nose came in touch with your throbbing clit.
âyou done ? talk to me baby.â he growled against your heat. his warm breath made you thirsty. he was eating you like it was his last supper. ripping you to absolute shreds.
âiâm gonna come, daddy..â your legs were shaking, your voice was whiney, and you needed an exhale. once he started sucking on your clit your back arched. at him, the feel, and the thought of him, making you feel.
âyeah, you gonna come for me ?â
âyeah.. wanâ come for you..â you spoke through labored breaths. once your moaning got louder, he stopped. heâd love to make you come, third times a charm. but he wasnât going to. he basically lured you in just to trick you.
âjayy !â âit was right there, i was about to cum !â you childishly whined at the begging sensation between your legs. the quivering feeling making you force your legs closed to suppress the throbbing feel. you felt his hungry stare on you. you knew he wanted you. itâs when you realized this wasnât an after punishment treat. he was edging you. right after overstimulating you. how cruel..
âaww, look at you ! my pretty girl..â he pouted at you, your sad, twitching state. you were groaning for more as he watched you. pitying you. how could you have thought it was over? after a mere spanking ? silly.
âi guess you really thought huh.â he cackled. âooh ! should we order room service.. iâm kinda hungry. you ?â he got up to go and search for the phone.
maybe you did deserve this. shouldnât be acting so damn bratty all the time, even if itâs in your nature to piss him off. now look at you. eyes all watery, and a mess between your legs.
oh well, not his problem.
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Yo I want to know can anyone else just choose to have hallucinations if certain criteria are met? Or is that just me?
#i can give myself auditory hallucinations#when im tired#if i focus on a phrase#either spoken but music is easier#if i repeat it in my brain#ill start hearing it#audibly#sometimes it just happens by itself#if you want an idea of what its like#its like when you here somone call your name#but no one did#but longer#it can last anywhere between 30 seconds to o think the longest was about an hour?#the most common one#is ill here my phone ringing when its not#its very annoying when it happens in public#ill keep my phone in my hand/pocket so i can see/feel its not ringing#lol#does this happen to anyone else?#or is this another thing to add to the list of somethings wrong with me#but i dont know what
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forgotten promises
pt two of broken promises (I know I'm so creative with names)
bodyguard!logan howlett x fem!runaway reader
a/n: SMUT 18+ MDNI they, like, never use protection (don't be silly, sheathe your willy) but Iâd like to make it 100% clear now that she has a magic uterus and there will be absolutely NO baby-making. Just rocking unprotected sex đđ If youâre tagged in this, it does not mean that I am permanently adding you to my taglist. It just means I saw you in my comments/reblogs/inbox asking for a part two and this was the easiest way to let you know I made one. If you would like to be added to the taglist, feel free to ask. Summary: Life on the road isn't exactly glamorous. Cramped spaces and too many cheap motels have you and Logan at each other's throats. You feel eyes tracking you everywhere you go but you're afraid to tell him, afraid it will be the end of the road for the both of you. One cheap bar and an explosion later and your whole life is flipped upside down.
âWhat are you doing?â
You glance over Loganâs shoulder at the register. The man behind it isnât looking at either of you, just disinterestedly scrolling through his phone.Â
âIsnât this what you do?â You ask, motioning to the pack of beef jerky youâre stuffing down your jacket.Â
Logan scoffs and shakes his head. âNo, kid.â He takes the bag from you and rolls his eyes.Â
âWell, then how do you pay for this stuff?â
âNormally, with the money I get from my jobs. But your dad wasnât too forthcoming with my last paycheck.â
You feel that familiar burning churn of guilt roiling around in your gut. Youâve definitely added another complication to his life and it makes you feel like nothing more than a burden sometimes. âOh, Logan, Iâm sorry.â
Logan glances down at you. He gives you that familiar appeasing look, squeezing you closer, and drags you towards the register. He tosses the snacks and drinks onto the counter. The guy just barely glances up at you both.Â
âWill that be all?â He asks in a tone that says he could care less.Â
âYeah,â you answer, eyes drifting towards the magazine rack. Your face is plastered on the cover of a cheap tabloid.Â
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Your eyes go wide and you turn your face further into Loganâs chest. He gives you a confused look before his eyes are snagged by the same thing that caught your attention.Â
âWhy donât you go wait in the truck?â You nod and slip out of his hold, being mindful to keep your face away from the security camera near the front.Â
That keeps happening. You hadnât thought you would have made news, but your father was making this a part of his campaign. Claiming youâd been taken by a mutant bodyguard and that heâs been praying for your safe return. âExpertsâ have been claiming that with no ransom demanded youâre being turned into a message for anyone who goes against mutants.Â
Now, mutants despise you and everyone else thinks youâre a martyr. In a few years, youâre sure youâll be turned into some true crime documentary where people youâve never met before are crying over your disappearance.Â
You slide into the truck and let out a deep sigh. Youâd thought running away would be freeing. But even a hundred miles from him, you can still feel the cold grip of your fatherâs hand around your throat.Â
âTwenty on pump seven,â Logan tosses the cash on the counter, eyes drifting to you in the truck. It was instinct at this point, always keeping an eye on you. Especially since one of your fatherâs more fanatic supporters had spotted you in a shitty diner a week ago. Theyâd called the cops and tried to bar you and Logan from leaving.Â
It hadnât gone over well for him.Â
Heâd been trying to keep you a little more hidden since then, but it left a sour taste in his mouth. Heâd gotten you out of that house to show you what real life was like, to give you a taste of freedom.Â
He felt like he was no better than your father, keeping you cooped up and covered constantly.Â
When the kid in front of him doesnât say anything, Logan clears his throat. He gives him a quizzical look but the boyâs eyes are stuck on the door.Â
âI swear I know her,â he mutters. Loganâs eyes drift towards the TV behind the counter and he sees an old news story of you. Theyâre using the footage of the acid attack, claiming youâve always been the mutant movementâs target.Â
âCan I get twenty on pump seven,â Logan repeats, voice firm. The kid finally looks at him and whatever expression Logan is wearing is enough for him to finally start moving.Â
The second the receipt is in his hand heâs rushing out the door. He doesnât know how long itâs going to take that dumbass to piece two and two together but he canât risk dawdling.Â
He fills the tank up, eyes scanning the gas station the entire time. Heâs had a cloying sense of paranoia ever since the incident in the diner. He knows that at some point this little run of yours is going to come to an end.Â
He doesnât know if itâll end with cops finding the two of you. Or if youâre going to realize the real world isnât all that fun and leave him behind. He knows that a girl like you, one who's used to the finer things, is never going to be satisfied by the life he can offer.Â
But heâs hoping that you come to your senses later rather than sooner. Heâs enjoying traveling with you a lot more than he wants to admit.Â
He gets in the truck, starts it up, and glances over at you. You smile, the smile that makes him feel things he doesnât like admitting to himself or you.Â
âAll good?â You ask.Â
He nods, driving off without a word because he doesnât want to tell you the truth. Doesnât want to admit what you both know to be a fact. The time you have together has an expiration date and heâs worried itâs creeping closer.Â
Loganâs inside some shitty roadside motel. Whatever heâs talking about with the owner is clearly getting heated. You can see the way the angerâs growing on his face. His body is tensed up and he looks like heâs five seconds away from leaping over the counter and taking the greasy man leering at him down.Â
Thereâs a final word exchanged between them and then Logan is storming back towards the truck. He slams the door closed so hard youâre surprised the windows donât shatter. Normally, you sleep in the trailer. Itâs not always the warmest or coziest, but you make it work.Â
Itâs too cold out tonight to do that and Logan doesnât have a spare tank for the heating. Heâd thought heâd had enough for a cheap room for tonight, but clearly, he doesnât. Thereâs a tense silence in the truck as you mentally debate saying anything to him.Â
His fists are wrapped so tightly around the steering wheel you can hear it creaking. You shift, sitting up straighter in your seat and uncurling your legs. Thereâs a stiffness to your joints that has you groaning. Itâs involuntary, ripped out of you simply because youâve been sitting for too long.Â
It catches Loganâs attention and he glances over at you. Thereâs a resigned sort of guilt on his face and it makes you feel sick to your stomach. Heâs used to this type of lifestyle, and sometimes you think heâs embarrassed to share it with you.Â
Youâd never judge him for roadside motels or living off cheap gas station meals. You know you were privileged living up with the wealth you did. But there is something infinitely more satisfying about being poor and happy than there ever was being rich and miserable.
âLook, kid,â he lets out a heavy sigh and you mentally prepare yourself for what youâve been expecting. You were a fun time, a nice ride, but youâre becoming a burden and he canât deal with it anymore.Â
You let your nails dig into the thin skin of your palms so you can attempt to ground yourself. âI need to make some money tonight, so I just need you to bear with me for a while.â
Like there is every time he doesnât boot you to the curb, a relieved rush of air expels from your chest almost violently. âOkay,â you say tentatively, the word dragging out while you try and understand his meaning.Â
âI just,â he stops and it looks like heâs struggling to find the words to say to you. You wait patiently for him to finish, or try to at least. âThereâs a bar nearby. Iâll find some work there,â his words are ominous. They give you nothing and convey so much.Â
Clearly, heâs hiding something from you. You can tell that much from the way heâs avoiding eye contact with you. He pulls out of the motelâs parking lot and turns the radio on. Youâve learned that's his way of telling you he doesnât want to talk without being a dick about it.Â
You want to respect his space because you still feel like an imposter. But itâs hard. Heâs being oddly cagey about this.Â
The drive is short but it feels like youâve been transported to an entirely different town than the one you were in before. He takes only backroads and middle-class homes turn into shady shops with barbed fences. Caged dogs bark at the truck as it drives by and you get a sinking feeling in your gut.Â
Perhaps itâs a little classist of you to automatically assume a few low-end homes equate to a bad neighborhood. But instinctually you know something is off about this place.Â
He parks in front of a run-down bar. Even from here, you can hear loud shouts and jeering coming from inside. You donât know whatâs being said but theyâre certainly passionate. Logan turns towards you, the expression on his face so serious you feel like youâre about to be scolded.Â
âI need you to stay here. I wonât be gone long, just an hour at most. But you need to stay in the truck.â
Your jaw gapes and you scoff at him. âLogan, an hour thatâs rid-â
He cuts you off with a stern call of your name. Your mouth snaps shut and you narrow your eyes at him, teeth gritting together to keep your tongue at bay. âStay here, I mean it. Got it?â
You nod and he repeats your name, sounding aggrieved. âFine,â you huff. âI got it.â He lingers for a moment. You donât know if he doesnât trust you or is just reluctant to leave you alone. Youâre reluctant to be left alone, especially in a shady dark parking lot like this. But clearly whatever is going on inside is worse than whatever could happen to you out here.Â
âIâll be back soon,â he makes this whole thing sound so grave. It makes your brows furrow and doubt churn in your gut. What could he be doing in there thatâs so awful?
He gets out and you watch his form under the flickering street lamps until you canât see him anymore. You sit quietly in the truck for at least three minutes before you already feel the boredom set in.Â
Youâd thought youâd be able to last longer. You used to go for hours dissociating at your fatherâs galas. This is different, though. Youâre a little afraid to let your guard down here.Â
You try to listen to music but you feel bad wasting his gas so you just turn the truck off and huddle under a blanket in the trailer. You try and let yourself fall asleep but you donât last long.Â
Itâs too cold outside to really get a good rest and you can hear people moving around outside the trailer. After about an hour of rolling around and frozen limbs, you figure enough is enough.Â
As much as you donât want to provoke Logan or give him any reason to get rid of you, you canât stay in here all night. Besides, Logan said he wouldnât be long, you can always just lie and say you were worried about him.Â
Satisfied with your excuse you leave the comfort of your blanket behind and slip into Loganâs jacket. You tuck the truck keys in your pocket and walk out into the snowy night. Itâs less cold outside than it was in the trailer, you can see why he wanted a motel room for the night.Â
A few people linger by the cars, smoking and muttering to themselves. You slip past them, ignoring the feeling of their eyes burning into your skin. Youâre sure it's because you look like you donât belong here.Â
The noise in the bar gets louder the closer you get and it reminds you of the night Logan had snuck you out of the house. But youâd had him to lean on, right now, until you find him, youâre on your own. For all the noise coming from the building, the bar is surprisingly empty.Â
Only a few old men are sitting around, drinking beers in silence. The bartender cleans glasses behind the counter, sparing you an odd look before getting back to work. Thereâs not very far for you to look before you figure out that Logan isnât anywhere nearby.Â
âExcuse me?â The bartender spares you a fleeting glance before barely grunting in greeting.Â
The floor underneath you tremors and you glance down at it in surprise. You can hear something going on underneath. You figure that has to be where all the noises are coming from. âIâm looking for someone. Tall, mean as hell, heâs got this hair,â you swoop your hands up by the sides of your head, trying to mimic the odd fluff of Loganâs hair.Â
âDownstairs.â You nod and move around the bar, trying to get to the door behind him. He reaches out, grabbing your bicep and stopping you before you can get far. âIt's a forty-dollar entrance fee, sweetheart.â
Your brow furrows in confusion and you frown as you dig around in your jacket pockets. Youâve come too far to be deterred now. Ignoring the moral implications, you slip Loganâs wallet out of his jacket and give the man forty dollars.Â
He nods towards the door and you give him a weak thank you as you slip past him. Opening the door is like breaking a seal. The noises bombard you almost immediately, so much clearer than they were before.Â
You still canât understand what theyâre screaming but thereâs a violent atmosphere slipping around you as you head down the stairs. The heady smell of cigars and cigarettes threatens to suffocate you. Your eyes water at the smoke in the air.Â
Youâd think youâd have gotten used to secondhand smoking after being around Logan, but heâs less inclined to hotbox the car if youâre beside him. The second your feet hit the floor youâre being jostled to the side violently by the people around you.Â
Itâs nearly impossible to elbow your way through the crowd, but youâre determined to figure out whatâs in the middle of the cage thatâs got them all excited. You can hear the people around you screaming out bets and numbers you donât understand.Â
For one nauseating moment, you think this might be a dog fighting ring, that Logan gambles on it to earn his money. It makes you want to turn around, to shield yourself from the truth. But this is something he tried to keep hidden from you and you need to know the truth about whoever youâre traveling with.Â
You can hear the announcer, but you canât get close enough to see anything yet. âAre you gonna let this man walk away with your money?â Thereâs a resounding NO! from the crowd that makes you jump.Â
A booming voice shouts over the throng of voices, âIâll take him!âÂ
âOur savior ladies and gentlemen!â You shove through two men, ignoring the way they complain about how their beer sloshes on their sleeves.Â
âHey-â You glance over your shoulder as one of them reaches for you. You flick your wrist, sending him and his friend tumbling back into the crowd. You roll your eyes and turn back towards the cage.Â
Your eyes widen and so do Loganâs as you finally see what exactly is going on. Heâs cage fighting, this is what heâd been so secretive about. Honestly, itâs a relief compared to the brutality you were bracing yourself for.Â
You can see his lips starting to form the shape of your name but the man from before is barrelling into his side as the bell goes off. You wince, jumping away from the cage as you hear the meaty impact of his fist against Loganâs face.Â
The people near you scream, shouting for Loganâs blood. Itâs easy to figure out that heâs been beating everyone heâs gone up against based on some bloody faces in the crowd. Itâs smart, easy money. He can always heal, and can never really be beaten, not when heâs literally got fists of steel.Â
Youâre surprised that no oneâs ever caught onto this scam of his. You also wonder why he had been so adamant about you not seeing this. Sure, itâs brutal watching blood spray against the mat. But you donât care. Besides, heâs ridiculously attractive in just his jeans as he pummels into some guy.Â
Maybe thatâs not a normal line of thinking.Â
You shake your head, shelving that for later as the fight dies down. The man is limp on the mat of the cage and Logan is leaning against the wall, smoking a cigar and pointedly not looking at you.Â
You feel that familiar twisting feeling in your stomach and wonder if this was a horrible idea. You should have just stayed in the car like he asked. Youâre sure it would have only been another hour of tirelessly rolling around before he came back. But you couldnât help yourself.Â
He tells you so little about himself. If you get a chance to learn more, youâre going to pounce on the opportunity. Maybe it was a violation of his trust. You sincerely doubt that he would ever willingly have revealed this sort of lifestyle to you, though.Â
He seems to be under the same misguided intention that you need to be sheltered. It reminds you a little of your father. That might be a cruel comparison but itâs the same suffocating feeling of being kept in the dark to suit their needs.Â
The guilt youâd been holding unfurls and blossoms into anger. You find yourself retreating away from the cage and rushing back up the stairs of the bar. You donât want to watch him fight any longer. You donât want to look at him.Â
You just want him to treat you like an equal. Not like some little girl whoâs going to run at the first sign of things getting hard.Â
You burst through the door of the bar, ignoring the cold laughter of the bartender behind you. He clearly seemed to think you couldnât handle a little blood. He wasnât the only one.Â
Youâre only a couple of feet from the truck when you hear footsteps loudly stomping through the snow behind you. âWhat the hell were you doing?â You scoff, unbelieving that he would have the gall to shout at you.Â
You whirl around on him and it catches him off guard. His right foot slides against the slush as he tries to stop himself from ramming into you. âIâm not a little girl, Logan! You donât need to hide stuff like that from me.â
He crosses his arms and glares down at you. âI wasnât hiding anything,â he insists. But the tone of his voice gives him away. He doesnât like that he was caught. âI donât need to tell you jackshit about what I do for money.â
You canât believe how he sounds right now. Why is he getting so defensive about this? âI donât care what you do for money, alright. I just donât get why you felt like I couldnât know about this.â You hate the way the hurt is audible in your voice. You wear your heart on your sleeve, even when you try and cover it.Â
In the same way, heâs masking his feelings with anger, so are you. Just with less success. Something draws across his face, some emotion you canât discern. His voice goes cold and quiet as he shoves an envelope full of cash into your hands.Â
âGo back to the motel. Get a room.â
He storms past you and walks towards the trailer. You follow after him, slightly dumbfounded by how heâs behaving. He rips his motorcycle out from the back and rolls it into a parking spot. You watch him do all this with your tongue glued to the roof of your mouth.Â
Itâs only when he starts to head back towards the bar that you realize heâs not coming with you. âLogan!â You call out, trailing after him slightly. He barely turns back to face you. âAre you,â the words die on your tongue and you canât find it in yourself to finish.Â
Are you angry?
Are you leaving?
Are you going to ditch me at the next bus stop?
Instead of asking any of your ridiculously pining questions, you turn on your heel and storm towards the truck. You rip the door open with more force than necessary and drive off without looking back at him. But you know he watches, know he keeps an eye on you until he canât see you anymore.Â
Your rides with him are normally silent, but this one feels painfully so.Â
You nearly get a room with two beds. But you feel like if you do it will be a horrendous mistake. Reluctantly, you give the man behind the counter enough for a room with one bed large enough for the both of you.Â
Youâre not exactly excited about sharing a bed with him, not after how he behaved tonight. You grumble to yourself as you drag your bag inside and toss it on the ground. You picture putting up a wall of pillows between the two of you, just to be petty.Â
Itâs as youâre showering that you realize you might not even have to. He might not come to join you tonight. He wonât know what room youâre in. And heâd made it pretty clear how pissed he was at you for sneaking into the bar.Â
Maybe youâve finally pushed him too far. Youâve been toying with the boundaries of his patience for a while. Little tests to determine whether he truly wants you around simply to have a warm body ready beside him. Or if he wants you because he genuinely cares for you.Â
You suppose tonight, whether you want it or not, youâll finally have the truth.Â
The thought keeps you awake. You toss and you turn for hours, fighting with yourself. You should be happy, finally figuring out whatâs been haunting you. But youâre not. Youâre petrified. Youâd rather keep living a lie than finally accept that he truly doesnât want you.Â
You throw the covers off, the scratchy material only further adding to your irritation. You stomp into the bathroom, slamming the door closed behind you. You turn on the sink splashing some cool water over your face to try and rid yourself of the warmth lingering under your skin. You donât know if this feeling of being uncomfortable in your own body is from pent-up anger or anxiety.Â
You donât care. You just want to sleep this night away and pretend it never happened. But, of course, the universe has other plans. The motel door creaks open as youâre hovering over the sink, debating whether or not youâre nauseous enough to throw up.Â
You tilt your head slightly towards the sound. Growing up in your house, filtering through rooms like an unheard ghost, allowed you to get good at recognizing footsteps. Logan has finally decided to grace you with his presence.Â
You listen to him as he creeps silently across the room, landing on the squeaky bed. You press your ear against the door and can hear the way the sheets rustle and he cusses under his breath. Thereâs worry staining his voice and you figure you shouldnât drag this on much longer.Â
You open the bathroom door and flip the switch, turning the lamps on like a disappointed mother waiting up for her teenager. You cross your arms mutely and lean against the doorframe as he winces under the sudden light.Â
He jumps, just slightly, and glares over at you. âThought you werenât here,â he accuses. He tries sounding angry, but you have a sudden rush of clarity in that moment. Where you would normally focus only on him being upset with you, you can see the truth of his concern.
Same as you, he doesnât know where he stands in this whole situation. You doubt he had a clear plan when he rescued you from your tower like some ridiculous storybook knight. He most likely thought that you left, the same way you thought he would.Â
You remain silent, though, still a little too flustered to speak coherently. Instead, you examine him. There are cuts and blood all over his shirt. Splatters of it on his face. Though, you know if you looked there would be no physical evidence of him ever being hurt.Â
His brows furrow the longer you stare, a wall building between the two of you. âKid?â He questions, equal parts worried and defensive. Does he really think you actually give a fuck about him fighting?
You shake your head and walk back into the bathroom. You rustle around in the cabinet underneath the sink until you find a washcloth. Wetting it, you bring it back out to him. You station yourself between his spread legs, holding the cloth between you like a peace offering.Â
He looks doubtful as he glances between you and it. Finally, he lets out a rough sigh and simply nods his head. But when he reaches for it you snatch it back, much to his chagrin. You offer him a small smile and tilt his chin up towards you, gently wiping some of the dried blood off his cheeks.Â
He doesnât flinch or hiss away from the less-than-gentle fabric. He stares at you unblinkingly, like if he closes his eyes for a moment heâll wake up and this will all have been a dream. âYou donât have to do this, kid.â
You roll your eyes and crane your neck to get a better look at him. âWould you shut up?â You whisper teasingly.Â
His lips quirk slightly and you can see his shoulder slump in relief at the sound of your voice. âSo, she can talk.â You canât help the little laugh that comes out of you. He grins fully at that and his hands come up to rest on your hips.Â
His thumbs rub soothing circles along the sides of your waist as his hands dip a little lower. âWhat are you doing?â Your hand drifts down to his neck to wipe some blood off there as well.Â
He shakes his head and shrugs, âI donât know what youâre talking about.â
You lift your gaze to his and your lips fall flat, âLogan-â
He cuts you off before you can finish. In one smooth motion, his hands drop to wrap around your thighs. He lifts you slightly and drops you onto his lap. He grins at the slight huff of surprise that rushes out of you.Â
His arms go back to your waist, pulling you closer to him and grinding you a little against him. You bite your lip to stop any noises from escaping. As much as you wouldnât mind what heâs thinking, you need to talk.Â
âLogan,â you scold.Â
He smirks and tilts his head patronizingly, âSomething wrong, sweetheart?â
âItâs not happening,â you tell him firmly, hand still working on cleaning him.Â
He sighs and one of his arms drops away from you. He cups your hand in his, stilling your movements and forcing you to meet his gaze. Gently, he takes the cloth from you and tosses it somewhere you canât see. âIâm fine,â he whispers, eyes searching yours.Â
Itâs hard meeting his gaze. The worry and anxiety from the night still weigh heavily on your shoulders. He repeats himself, fingers tilting your chin up to face him. âAlright?â
âI donât care,â the words come rushing out of you before you can stop them. His brows raise in shock and he gives a slight chuckle of amusement. A lump grows in your throat and your eyes grow wide. âWait, I donât mean-â
You cut yourself off and rub your hands over your face, trying to get your head on right. Loganâs patient, rubbing your back and clearly trying not to laugh at you. You finally take in a deep breath and face him again.Â
âI donât care about the fighting,â you can see his shoulders tense slightly like he doesnât believe you. âI donât care, Logan. You do what you have to survive and Iâm not gonna judge you for that.â
âWhat if I enjoy it?â He cuts you off, tone harsh as he glares down at you. There's experience in how quickly he doubts you, how quickly he tries to get you to change your mind about him.
You wonder how many times heâs been rejected just for being a mutant. Youâve only ever been rejected by one person because only he ever knew. Your father. And that hurt enough for one lifetime.Â
You canât imagine going for as long as he has and constantly being called a monster for something he canât control. Your brows furrow and you lean into him until your lips are brushing. He remains stiff beneath you but you donât let it deter you.Â
âI donât care,â you tell him, pressing your lips to his before slowly pulling back. You wait for him to respond, physically or verbally, but heâs still looking at you with that cold unfamiliar gaze.Â
You wonder if maybe it was a mistake, to bring it up at all. But just as the thought comes heâs surging forward. His lips catch yours, his hands digging so desperately into your shirt you know it rips.Â
Your arms go to his neck, holding onto him so you donât slip off his lap. You haven't been this close for a few days. You think it might have made you both feel on edge. Thereâs a relief that comes from not just having sex with him, but also just being intimate and close to one another.Â
Itâs a reminder that youâre not alone, that thereâs someone here beside you to be a partner and a pillar of stability. Youâve never had that before. Someone that you can rely on and trust fully. You donât think he has either.Â
He craves you the same way you do him. Each kiss, every shared breath, is treated like it will be your last. You donât know when your father will finally catch up to the two of you. You donât know when the police might finally recognize Logan.Â
Thereâs no definitive future for either of you. Itâs a real possibility that this could be your last night together. And neither of you wants to be upset with each other. Because you were never truly mad. You were always just worried.Â
Your hands drop to his shirt, dipping to find the holes in it from his fight and ripping at the flimsy fabric until you can just yank it off. He smiles against your lips at the eager way you move atop him. But he canât tease you, heâs already annoyed with the buttons on your shirt.Â
He pulls back, glaring down at the fabric like it's insulting him. Without another word, he slices through it, leaving it in tatters on your shoulder. You grin, shrugging the rest of it off. âThat was yours.â
He grips your hips tightly and leaves marks where his fingers are as a reminder that he was here. He flips you over, leaves you breathless as he hovers over you. âI really donât give a fuck, sweetheart.â
Youâre addicted to his voice. How breathy and desperate it is when heâs with you. Itâs a level of vulnerability you rarely get to see from him. He canât hide himself when heâs with you like this. He wants you just as badly as you do him.Â
It gives you a confidence rush like no other, makes your ego grow ten times its size. If you can make a man like this fall to his knees from nothing more than a kiss, then youâre capable of a lot more than you give yourself credit for.Â
But you donât want that tonight. You reach for him before he can go much further, grabbing him by his hair and tugging until you know it stings. He nearly fucking moans at your rough touch, eyes fluttering open to meet yours. The green of them has been wholly consumed by his desire for you and it makes you ache for him.Â
âNot tonight,â you tell him. Thereâs no room for argument in your tone. As much as he might want to taste you, devour you, all you want is to be as close to him as possible. You want to be covered and filled by him in every way you can be.Â
His head falls against your thigh, a rough groan tumbling from his throat at your words. You drag him towards you, pulling him up your body until youâre face to face. You smile softly up at him, lifting your head so you can meet his lips again.Â
Youâll never get enough of kissing him, of tasting him. Sometimes you have to stop yourself from reaching across the seats and kissing him while he drives. Youâve nearly made him wreck a few times and forced him to pull over so you could both have some fun in the back.Â
Addiction isnât the right word for what you feel for him. It brings along its own negative connotations. The taint of dependency and toxicity. With addiction, itâs a parasitic relationship, hurts you but makes you feel good.Â
This is just goodness. This is a kind touch for the first time in your life and finally feeling safe in someone elses arms. This is opening yourself up to him fully and not once feeling like you need to mold yourself into something else to make him happy. Itâs accepting him as he is, a broken dog who likes to fight to punish himself. You donât want to change him or make him âbetter.â You just want him to be happy.Â
You use your powers to help yourself, flipping him over and straddling his hips. You drag his jeans down his legs and flick your wrist, sending them flying somewhere across the room. He watches you with eyes filled with awe, hands drifting over your curves like something to be worshipped.Â
You know heâs waiting for it, for you to sink yourself down on him and finally be filled. But you wait, hover over him even as the muscles of your thighs tremor. âYou donât hide things from me anymore,â you warn him. Youâre not asking, for once, youâre demanding what you want.Â
He doesnât look angry like youâd been expecting. Instead, it only seems to turn him on more. âYa know,â his hands drift to your hips, dragging you down and over his cock until itâs wet with your want. Your nails dig into his chest until thereâs blood beading under them and youâre trying not to let your noises slip out.Â
âI kinda like it when youâre all bossy like this.âÂ
âLogan,â you grit his name out. It takes everything in you not to look as affected by him as you feel. âNo more hiding shit.â
He leans up on his elbows. His hand drifts to the nape of your neck and drags you down until your lips are nearly touching his. âYeah, I got it, sweetheart.â
Like a taut rope being cut, you sink into him, your hips finally drop and he guides you down every inch of him until you feel like youâre so full you canât breathe. He lets you linger for a moment, and get used to this feeling while he steals the very air from your lungs.Â
Heâs greedy with the way he touches you. His hands always moving like heâll never fully be satisfied with how much of you he can feel. Heâs always reaching for you like he needs to make sure youâre actually real and not just something heâs dreamt up.Â
Even with how impatient he is, youâre always the one that moves first. You roll your hips over him, moaning at how he feels inside you. Itâs like heâs perfectly molded you around him. He always manages to brush against the spots that make your eyes roll into the back of your head.Â
The second your hips begin to roll, heâs wrapping his heavy arms around you, grinding you down into him. He keeps you trapped in place, using you like a toy as he bounces you on his lap. Your mind is fuzzy, every bad thought and feeling shoved out while he makes you go dumb on his dick.
You love how boneless you go. You donât have to think now, donât have to worry. You wrap your arms around his shoulders, shifting yourself further on top of him until you're practically burying yourself under his skin.Â
Not thinking always comes with its own consequences, though. Your powers slip a little out of your grasp. The walls trembling and the drawers and cabinets opening and closing. The both of you have gotten used to the noise, know how to drown it out, and just focus on each other.Â
One of these days, youâll need to figure out a way to have sex with him without bringing the room down around you. Thatâs a problem for later though. His whispered praises and grunts of your name filter through your mind until thereâs nothing left inside you but him.Â
âFuck,â he hisses in your ear, âyouâre so fucking tight around me. You close?â He grunts, hand drifting down to rub tight circles on your clit. You dig your nails into his shoulders, nodding your head frantically against his neck. âWords, sweetheart.â
âShit,â you can barely think of your own damn name. Let alone what you want from him. âFuck off,â you hiss. He chuckles at the attitude and you almost expect him to stop, just to be a dick because you were a brat.Â
But heâs just as close as you are and heâs too selfish to tease. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes down on you as your body shakes against his. He follows quickly after you, warmth shooting up inside you and almost leaking down your thighs. You feel stuffed, like your bodyâs been pushed to the limit and further.Â
You both sit together in silence for a while. You ignore the way your skin sticks to his uncomfortably, instead reveling in the warmth he provides you. Anyone else, and youâd be rushing to get away from them.Â
Youâre always extra sensitive after sex, every little thing setting you off. But thereâs a comfort to the way his hairy ass chest brushes against your breasts and his arms squeeze around you. Itâs a nice grounding feeling.Â
The tips of your fingers drift over his arms, following the path of his veins and brushing against his fingers lazily. He flips his palm over, encasing your hand in his own wordlessly. Little things like that ease your worries. Makes you feel like something more than just a quick fuck.Â
He breaks the silence first, which is rare for him. âIâm sorry about tonight.â
You frown and peer up at him. âI told you, I donât care about the fighting.â
He sighs and shakes his head, âNot that. I shouldnât have gotten so fucking mad at you. You didnât do anything wrong.â You want to interrupt him, assure him that you both acted pretty childishly.Â
But you understand itâs difficult for him to express himself verbally. He usually prefers silent acts of apologies and expression, you donât want to mess him up before he can get out what he wants to say.Â
âI donât want to be like your father.â Your face screws up a little and you shift uncomfortably on his lap. He loosens his grip, giving you room to leave if you want to, but you stay put. âIâm trying not to coddle you, sweetheart, or hide you away from the world. But I donât like you seeing that shit.â
âYouâre not my dad, Logan. He wouldnât give me a choice,â you try and joke but it just seems to make him more irritated. Sighing you straighten up, bracing yourself on his chest and staring down at him.Â
Your head tilts to the side in contemplation and he almost looks uncomfortable under the attention. âIâm not so fragile or sheltered that Iâm going to shatter at the first taste of the real world, Logan. I mean, for godâs sake, Iâve had acid thrown at me and bodyguards since I could walk. I know how dangerous it is. Whatever you want to hide from me, Iâve seen worse.â
You let your words sink in for a moment and he looks at you like heâs seeing you for the first time. You know that itâs odd for him, to comprehend a girl who was afraid to go into a bar swallowing down an illegal fighting ring like itâs nothing. But youâre not lying. Everyday little things are what youâre unused to. But youâve lived alongside violence your whole life.Â
âLook, fighting, sleeping in shitty motels, and your truck, that doesn't bother me. But I donât like when you hide things and I donât,â you take in a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for the worst. This is what youâve been trying to tell him for weeks.Â
A few little words have your tongue tied and make you desperate to cover yourself up again. He can see the shift in your expression, and feel how tense you get. He sits up a little more, thumb rubbing soothing circles over the back of your hand.Â
âI donât want to just be someone to fuck you, Logan. I didnât come with you so youâd have easy access pussy,â he looks thoroughly amused at your crude words, but thereâs something else lingering in his expression. Something like hurt.Â
âIs that what you think?â He asks, tone distant. You canât find the words so you simply nod. He sighs and shakes his head. He eases you off his lap and you worry youâve truly fucked this up somehow.Â
He goes into the bathroom, returns with a wet washcloth. He still doesnât speak and youâre on edge the entire time he cleans the both of you up. You can see heâs thinking, biting his tongue, and trying to figure out what it is that he wants to say to you.Â
Youâre impatient, five seconds away from just demanding a response from him. He tosses the cloth and drops into bed beside you. You draw the sheets up to your chest, glaring down at him while he rubs his hands over his face with a tired sigh.Â
When he opens his eyes again he laughs at how close you are. âJesus,â he wraps an arm around your waist, dragging you down into his chest even though you fight him. It must be easier for him to speak when youâre not staring at him.Â
âI didnât go back for you so I could fuck you, kid. I⊠care about you,â thereâs a long pause before he says the word care. You think itâs funny, that he canât bring himself to admit what he actually feels. But youâll take it, youâll give him the time he needs to come to terms with the truth.Â
For now, you let yourself fall asleep, feeling just a little bit better about the road ahead.Â
Things get easier between the two of you. And somehow harder at the same time. You donât walk on eggshells around each other, no longer afraid of scaring the other off now. Which also means that you find it easier to bicker with him about little things. Like, not just tossing his trash everywhere in the truck. Youâre practically living out of the trailer, the least he could do is help you keep it tidy.Â
You know itâs weird for him. Suddenly having someone nag at him not to be a slob or to take breaks in between driving so he doesnât wear himself out. Itâs an adjustment you see him struggle with sometimes.Â
You try not to be too pushy, but thereâs only so many times you can flick crumbs from his burgers off your seat before you lose it. âLogan!â You snap, glaring at him as you stand up only to find chip crumbs squished into the fabric of your leggings.Â
He glances over at you and shrugs, âWhat?âÂ
You glance between the crumbs and him with a glare but he doesnât seem to be connecting the dots. âFucks sake,â you grumble, passive-aggressively wiping the truck seat off before you slam the door and storm towards the diner.Â
Youâre sick of being cramped in the truck. Youâre sick of the greasy food. Youâve begun to crave salads lately. Which is beyond weird. But the novelty of shitty food and milkshakes wore off a hundred miles ago.Â
Logan catches up to you, huffing with irritation as he swings the door open for you. You take a seat in the booth near the corner, snatching up the menu and pointedly staring at it and not him. âReally?â He demands. When you donât answer he tips the menu down, forcing you to meet his gaze. âWhat is your problem?â He hisses, trying not to draw attention to you both.Â
You lean in, voice a harsh whisper. âHow hard is it to just not make a mess? We live out of that damn truck, the least you could do is keep your crumbs on your side.â
He rolls his eyes and leans back in the booth. Youâre both sick of having the same fight. But thereâs really nothing else to do anymore. When youâre stuck together for so long, itâs the small things that get to you.Â
Youâre going to say more but the waitress pops in front of you out of nowhere. âHi!â She beams and gives you her name, the bows in her hair trembling at how hyper she is. âWhat can I get you both today?â
You and Logan place your orders, and he shoots you an odd look when you only order the salad. âWeâve got a couple more hours ahead of us, youâre gonna get hungry.â
You cross your arms and shrug, âNo, I wonât.â
He licks his lips, sucking on his teeth and leaning against the table. âYes, you will,â he argues with a stern voice.Â
You narrow your eyes at him and give him a bitter smile. âKiss. My. Ass.â
Your stomach grumbles for the third time and you know that Logan can hear it. Youâre pointedly not making eye contact with him. It feels like it's louder than the music at this point and you really donât want to prove him right.Â
Without a word, he begins to dig around in the center console. You glance towards him, confused, âWhatâre you doing?â
He doesnât say anything, just tosses whatever heâs grabbed onto your lap. You glance down at it and frown. Itâs somehow cold as you unwrap it. You pull the parchment paper away and let out a relieved sigh.Â
He ordered you a wrap from the diner without you realizing. You take a bite, your hunger steadily easing away. âIâm sorry,â you mutter, pointedly looking out the window.Â
He glances over at you and scoffs. âWhat was that? Couldnât hear ya, kid.âÂ
You roll your eyes and turn to glare at him. Heâs already looking at you, a teasing tilt to his lips. âI said Iâm sorry,â you snap. âI shouldnât have been a bitch.â
He shakes his head and waves you off. âI havenât exactly been pleasant myself. Iâll,â he huffs lowly and forces the words out, âclean up more.â Â
âI think weâve just been stuck on the road too long. Weâre gonna end up driving each other insane.â
His eyes glance along the signs on the highway. Thereâs a notice for food and shopping at the next exit and he nods towards it. âWeâll stop at a motel for a few nights. Take a break.â You want to ask him if heâs sure thatâs smart.Â
It seems risky, to slow down for so long. But you need to walk around, breathe fresh air, and stretch your legs. Youâre too selfish to tell him not to stop and keep going. Instead, you nod and smile at him. âThat sounds really nice.â
He gives you a slight smile thatâs gone as quickly as it came, reaching over and resting his hand on your thigh. You move closer to him and he turns the radio up. You wonder why he doesnât want to talk anymore but you donât push it. Youâre too excited to finally get out of the truck again.Â
The town is nice enough. Itâs small, with only a few shops where you buy some new shirts to replace oneâs that Logan has torn up. The motel youâre staying at doesnât have a washing machine so you have to use the laundromat to wash your clothes.Â
Logan says heâs going to see if he can find a quick job nearby. You wonder if that means a real job or a more bloody one. You decide not to ask questions, instead taking the little change you have and figuring youâll try to get the smell of grease out of all your clothes.Â
As you load the machine up and put your quarters in you canât escape the feeling of someone watching you. Youâve been on high alert ever since Logan stole you away from the house. But this is different.Â
Youâve gotten used to your own paranoia, you know when itâs real or not. You walk away from the machine, glancing out at the glass walls near the front and trying to see if thereâs someone out there. This, oddly enough, doesnât feel like a police stakeout where theyâre going to track you back to the motel and bust Logan.Â
This is something different. There is a deep-seated primal fear in you that makes the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Your heart races as your eyes search the dark street outside. What little glow comes from the streetlights isnât enough for you to clearly make anything out.Â
But you feel them, tracking your every move. Theyâre somewhere nearby, you canât see them but they see you. You feel sick to your stomach. You glance at the door before racing towards it. You turn the lock, slowly backing away and keeping your eyes trained on the street.Â
You look into the shadows and find shapes and movements where there are none. Your eyes spin as your brain crafts a horrible image of some monster waiting outside for you. When the timer for the washer goes off you let out a sharp scream, spinning around and clutching your chest as you glare at it.Â
âFuckâs sake,â you mutter, angrily running your hand over your face and trying to catch your breath. You put the clothes in the dryer and by the time you're done, the feeling is gone. You donât know if they were never there to begin with, or if they got bored and left.Â
Youâd told Logan that you didnât need a ride, youâd just walk the short distance back to the motel. Now, you use the phone on the front counter and call him, telling him youâve changed your mind after all.Â
By the time he picks you up, he looks incredibly concerned. You know you sounded panicked when you called him. You still feel upset about the whole thing. But when he asks whatâs wrong you just tell him you got a little scared walking back in the dark.Â
You donât tell him someone was watching you because you know heâll make you pack up and leave again. You want some stability. Even if it's just for a week. So, as stupid as it is, you lie to him and say everythingâs fine.Â
When you try to go to sleep that night you feel like youâre being watched again. Even with the curtains closed their eyes burn into you. You toss and turn under the heavy weight of the sheets, struggling to get comfortable.Â
Thereâs a low grumble behind you before Logan throws his arm over your waist and tugs you back into his chest. âStop movinâ around,â he demands, his voice barely audible. You smile a little at how tired he sounds before forcing yourself to settle down.Â
He doesnât give you much choice, using his body as a weight to keep you pinned. You still feel their gaze, even more now, but his proximity brings you enough comfort to get a little bit of restless sleep.Â
Loganâs up before you, he always is. He comes in with cheap coffee and free breakfast from the lounge. You push the sheets off your legs, your shirt sticking to your back from the cold sweat of your nervous sleeping. You feel a little more at ease this morning.Â
You wonder if youâre developing some late-in-life fear of the dark. You donât know why you were so upset last night, you feel perfectly fine now. Itâs almost like it was all one bad dream. Logan walks over, handing you the coffee wordlessly and rustling around in your bag for something.Â
He pulls out the envelope of cash you keep stashed away and frowns at the contents. âFound a job,â he mutters, stuffing the envelope away and turning back towards you. He leans against the desk, face pensive.Â
You rub your eyes, trying to wake yourself up a bit more so you sound coherent. âWhat is it?â You take a sip of the coffee and your face screws up at the aftertaste.Â
âFighting,â his tone is clipped and you wonder whatâs got him up in arms. He walks past you, heading into the bathroom, and closing the door behind him. You tilt your head, gaze following him curiously. He doesnât normally close the door, he usually likes to invite you to join him.Â
Something happened and you wonder if heâs hiding the same thing you are. You close your eyes, taking in a deep breath and closing your mind off to the fear from last night.Â
By the time Logan is done in the bathroom, youâre feeling more awake. You canât just dismiss what happened last night. Youâve never gotten scared like that before. You refuse to ignore your instincts, but youâre also not going to let whoever that was terrify you into going back on the road.Â
You donât want things between you and Logan to grow more tense than they already are. The time away from each other yesterday helped a lot. You no longer want to strangle him when you hear him breathe. Youâll just stick closer to him today and see if you feel the eyes on you again tonight.Â
âSo,â you start, testing the waters to see if heâs still in a bad mood. He glances over at you, eyebrows quirked in curiosity but youâre tongue-tied as you stare at him. However many weeks youâve been with him and youâre never gonna get used to seeing him straight out of the shower.Â
The towel is draped low on his hips, giving you a taunting look at what lies underneath the white cloth. Droplets drip down his abs and youâve never wanted to be water more than you do right now. Itâs unfair, just how attractive he is.Â
You always forget what youâre going to say. You canât think when he has a shirt off, itâs infuriating. Scoffing, you turn away from him and shake your head. You hear him chuckle, you know he knows what youâre thinking about.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â He creeps up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist and tugging you back into his chest.Â
âLogan, dammit,â water soaks into the back of your shirt uncomfortably and you tilt your head to glare at him.Â
He smirks down at you, âCat got your tongue, kid?â
You roll your eyes and push away from him. âI canât even remember what I was going to say.â You snatch a shirt from the dresser and shove it into his hands. âPut this on.â
He scoffs and gives you a disbelieving look. âAre you serious?â You wait for him, gaze expectant. Youâre not gonna be able to think when he looks like this. Sighing, he acquieses and tugs the shirt on. His lips fall into a sarcastic line, âHappy?â
Like a switch being flipped you finally remember what you were going to ask him. âThe job you told me about. Where is it?â
You can see on his face how little he wants to divulge that information to you. But you know heâs going to tell you. You two made a deal not to hide things, although, you might be breaking your side of that right now.Â
âSome shitty bar a few miles from here. Listen-â
Youâre not gonna like it.Â
I donât want you tagging along.Â
You should just stay here and read or some shit.
You wonder which one heâll pick today. âYou wouldnât like it, itâs just a shitty little place where I can make some quick cash.â Look at that, itâs rarely ever your first pick excuse. You must be getting better at reading him.Â
âIâll come with you,â you tell him because youâre not asking. Youâre not staying by yourself tonight and you both need the money. You grin at him even as his face falls in disappointment. âMaybe Iâll fight.â
He doesnât even say anything and you immediately regret what you said. The look heâs giving you would put you six feet under if it could. âIt was just a joke,â you mutter.
âWasnât funny, kid,â he tells you, tone clipped as he moves around you to grab his jeans. âI donât even want you in those places, let alone fuckinâ fighting.â
You purse your lips and take a seat on the bed, handing him his jacket when he begins looking for it. âI have abilities too, you know. Maybe I could win a fight.â
âDonât,â he snaps. âI win because I can take the hits people deal me. You canât,â you donât bother arguing with him that you heal too. You understand what he means. You might be able to recover physically, but thereâs a mental aspect to being knocked on the ground. Thereâs humiliation and fear in cage fights, you probably wouldnât be able to handle that side of it.Â
He waits for you to say anything else but when he realizes youâve dropped the subject he lets out a relieved sigh. âYouâll stay in the truck,â he tries.Â
You give him a deadpan look, slipping the keys out of your purse and handing them to him. âNo way in hell, but Iâll stay by the bar if it makes you feel better.â He stays silent and nods but you know heâll try and convince you otherwise when you actually get to the place. Tough luck, though, you donât think itâs safe for either of you to be apart tonight. Even if itâs just staying in the truck.Â
The setup of these places is always the same. Though, this bar seems to be particularly disgusting in comparison to other ones youâve been to. You position yourself near the corner, your back to the wall so youâre less likely to be noticed in the crowd.Â
The fights never last more than a few minutes. And thatâs if Logan is feeling generous. Most of the time you only need to be here an hour before people get pissed off and go home. Someone bumps into you and you hear a small, âIâm sorry,â before they rush to claim a stool.Â
The crowdâs already begun to die out. Most leave while they still have a little money left in their pockets. You duck your head down, catching the eye of the girl whoâd bumped into you. She looks young and incredibly skittish. Her eyes keep darting to the tip jar near the bartender.Â
She quietly asks for water but the bartender just shakes his head, tugging the jar closer to him. You donât know why youâre drawn to her, maybe itâs because she looks like one of those sad pound puppies, but you take a seat beside her.Â
âWater,â you order, slipping him some change. When he gives it to you, you pass it off to her, spotting the greedy way she eyes it. You know a runaway when you see one, she clearly needs a little help. But Loganâs got enough on his shoulders, youâre not gonna bug him with adding another person to the mix.Â
âThank you,â she gulps it down like she hasnât drunk anything in days. You feel your stomach twist with empathy. What little cash you have in your wallet, you slip into her bag as you pass by her. Logan will have made enough for it to be spared and it's the least you can do.Â
Not everyone is as lucky as you to have someone help them navigate a new life.Â
Logan grabs his jacket, wiping blood off from under his nose and heading towards you. You know heâll want a drink before you go, he always does. Before he can say anything someoneâs shouting the name he uses in the cage. âHey, Wolverine! I want my fucking money back.â
The big man heâd knocked down earlier takes a step towards him. His friend tries to hold him back, but thereâs no stopping him. Heâs already had his ass kicked once, what makes him think this is going to be any different?
âNot your money anymore, bub.â Logan scoffs and turns back towards you. You just want to leave now. You donât want to stay for a drink or go get something to eat. You feel the eyes on you again, but when you turn to find them thereâs no one there but the girl.Â
And sheâs not looking at you. Her eyes are wide and staring at something else. âBehind you!â She screeches, and both you and Logan whirl around to find the man barreling towards him with a knife outstretched.Â
Logan moves so quickly that you stumble back slightly. He grabs the guy's arm, twisting his wrist until the knife drops to the ground. He shoves him back against the wall, claws out and pinning him there.
âShit,â you whisper, glancing around as the few patrons of the bar stare in horror at Logan. The people counting his money stop and tuck it back into the cash box. You clench your eyes shut in irritation, heâs not gonna be getting paid tonight, thatâs for sure.Â
Thereâs a strange noise behind you, like someone cocking a gun. You turn around slowly, gasping when you see the bartender pointing the barrel of his shotgun at your chest. Heâs not aiming it at Logan, heâs aiming it at you. Like he somehow knows thatâs the only way to get him to back off.Â
Itâs not like he was going to kill the guy, besides, he came at him with a knife first. Whatâs the difference if Loganâs a mutant? Heâs defending himself. Why does no one understand that?
âGet out of my bar,â the old man warns lowly, taking a step closer to you. Logan turns around and finally spots whatâs going on.Â
âPay me and Iâll be on my way.â You know youâd be able to heal from the shotgun blast, but you donât exactly want to go through it.Â
The old man laughs and shakes his head. âYouâre not getting paid, buddy. Get the fuck out of my bar before I put a hole in your little girlfriend.â
Your eyes narrow in disbelief. You debate with yourself for a moment, if this is smart or not. But the guyâs being a prick and youâre sick of people treating mutants like theyâre less than nothing. You flick your wrist and the shotgun goes flying out of his hand.Â
You glance over at the cashbox and it comes floating towards you, landing easily in your outstretched palm. âBe thankful Iâm not blowing a hole in you,â you warn, glaring at the cowering man. You walk forward and he stumbles back and you try not to focus on the sick feeling of satisfaction it brings you. You grab the tip jar and shove it towards the girl at the end of the bar. âGood luck, kid.â
Logan releases the man from the before, taking a step towards you. You feel the hairs on the back of your neck stand up and rush towards the exit of the bar. You need to just get the fuck out of this town as quickly as possible, youâre not safe here anymore.Â
Logan seems to agree with you. He gets into the truck and doesnât turn back to the motel. Instead, he turns onto the highway while you keep your eyes peeled on the trees outside your window. Thereâs someone out there, still following you.Â
âSomethingâs wrong with the suspension,â you glance up from where youâd been working on breaking open the cashbox and frown. Loganâs glaring down at the steering wheel, it seems like heâs struggling to get it to turn properly.Â
âWhat?â
He scoffs and glares at you, âHow should I know?â He pulls over to the side of the road, opens his door, and lets in a rush of cool air and snow. You toss the cashbox to the back of the trailer and follow after him.Â
He goes to where heâs pulling his motorcycle and you feel like you notice an extra bump under the tarp. âWhatâs that?â You take a step towards it just as Logan pulls it back. You have to bite back a laugh when you see the girl from last night curled up next to his motorcycle.Â
She gives you both guilty looks and slowly sits up. âIâm sorry,â Logan offers her a hand and she gets out of the trailer. He grabs her bag and drops it at her feet. âI didnât have anywhere else to go.â
âFind a different ride,â he growls, already heading back to the truck. You open your mouth, prepared to argue, but you canât force her on him. As much as you might want to help her. Sheâs better off away from the two of you.
âYouâre just gonna leave me here?â She snaps at him, a little attitude finally showing through.Â
âYep!â He gets in the truck and you know he wants to drive off immediately but he has to wait for you. You shoot her an apologetic look as you follow after him, slipping into the seat beside him. He starts the engine, driving off slowly, eyes drifting towards the rearview mirror.Â
You bite your tongue, trying not to point out how cruel he is leaving her on a snowy highway in the middle of nowhere. He glances over at you, âWhat?â He snaps.Â
You shake your head and shrug. âNothing.â Youâve barely finished speaking before heâs slamming on his brakes.Â
âGod dammit,â he mutters, running a hand over the stubble on his jaw. You canât help the grin on your face, reaching over to open your door. It doesnât take long for the girl to catch on, scooping up her bag and chasing after you.Â
âYouâre such a softie,â you tease him.Â
âShut the hell up.â
Rogue is nice, if not a little odd. She claims to be a mutant too but doesnât want to give specifics on her abilities. You donât want to push her but you are curious about the gloves she wears. âWhat kind of name is Wolverine?â She asks, spotting Loganâs tags.Â
He glances over at her and smiles slightly, âWhat kind of a name is Rogue?â
She goes to say something but you throw your arm out, holding her back as you shout, âLogan, watch out!â He tries to hit his brakes in time but the treeâs already coming down. The truck slams into it and itâs like time slows down, only for a moment.Â
You can feel the impact of your body against the windshield, the glass dragging along your scalp and skin. Itâs like a million razors each slicing into you. And then, youâre flying through the air, head snapping so hard against the ground you canât see anything.Â
You hear something happening around you, a roar that doesnât sound human echoing through the air. Thereâs the sound of metal crunching and someone is screaming in the distance but you canât see. Itâs not like a total void of darkness, thereâs just nothing.Â
You feel the blood slowly leaking down the back of your skull and something lands harshly against your head. You donât think much time has passed. When your eyes finally open, however, youâre not lying on the pavement.Â
The world around you is foreign. It smells like a hospital but itâs not like any youâve ever seen. X-rays are hanging on the wall and paperwork is scattered on a desk near the bed youâre lying on.Â
Your mind is blank for a moment. Slowly turning back on while you process the sudden change of scenery. You donât even remember closing your eyes, you donât know when your vision came back to you or how long youâve been here.Â
The terror sets in quickly. You throw the blankets off your legs, staring down at the pajamas you wear in disgust. Someone had changed you. Theyâd run tests and done X-rays on you and you donât remember a second of it.Â
You rip the needle out of your arm, tossing it to the floor and running towards the door. Your feet slip on the metal floors as you run but youâre afraid to stop. Everything around you looks more and more like a lab.Â
Did someone from the bar call some government agency? Youâve heard horror stories from your father about the tests the military has run on mutants. Youâre starting to worry thatâs what's happening to you.Â
But you doubt the military would make it so easy for you to escape. This has to be something else. Youâd heard other voices when youâd been lying on the ground. People who had been trying to help. Could that be who took you?
âYou caught on quicker than your friend.â You nearly fall flat on your face, flipping around to see who spoke. But no oneâs there. Youâre completely alone. âIâm just grateful you didnât choke out one of my associates.â itâs coming from beside you now.Â
Itâs all around you, the voice floating through the walls until you think he might be in your mind. âMuch faster than your friend,â he sounds gleeful and it makes you even more anxious. âIâm a telepath, darling, nothing to fear. If youâd just take that elevator and come up to meet me.â
Youâd have to be an idiot to actually listen to the voices in your head. But you donât see another way out of here. So, reluctantly, you follow the floating voiceâs instructions and slip inside the elevator.Â
When the door opens up again you donât have a chance to step inside before someoneâs pushing you back. Logan stands in front of you, hands clamped tightly around your shoulders while he looks you over.Â
You sink into his arms, hugging him tightly to you. Youâd been terrified you were all alone here. Itâs more than a relief to see him again. âYouâre okay?â He asks, pulling back to look at you one last time.Â
You nod, throat too dry to try and form a coherent sentence. You glance over his shoulders brows furrowed at the people awkwardly watching you reunite. Thereâs a man in a wheelchair smiling at you, âAh, glad you could make it.â The floating voice, of course. âLogan here was quite worried about you.â
Logan turns to glare at the man and you offer a slight smile. There is something comforting about him. Youâre not exactly threatened by an old guy in a wheelchair. The redhead behind him, however, is bugging you. Something about the way sheâs looking at Logan doesnât sit right with you.Â
âWelcome to my school for the exceptionally gifted,â something about the way he says that makes you tilt your head in confusion. You donât know what he means until thereâs a puff of smoke behind him and some kid is walking by with their hair on fire like itâs nothing.Â
Mutants. Itâs an entire school for mutants. You think you could pass out again.Â
âItâs the best place we could have ended up, Logan. This is amazing.â Youâve been going back and forth for an hour. He wonât see reason. He keeps saying you need to leave. That you donât know these people and it could all be one big trap.Â
You donât understand him, why heâs so desperate to get away from people like the both of you. Youâre rejected in every other corner of society. You could have something real here.Â
It hits you at once. Thatâs the problem. Heâs not ready for something real. Heâs not used to it because heâs never had it before. At least you could pretend at a sense of normalcy living at home. Itâs an entirely new concept to him, sticking to one place for so long.Â
âWe donât know these people,â he hisses, leaning over the bed to argue with you. You narrow your eyes but your conversation is cut off by a knock on the door. You sigh, walking away from him and swinging the door open.Â
Jean is on the other side, a surprised look on her face when she sees you. âOh, Iâm sorry. I was trying to drop these off to Logan.â You glance down at the towels in your hand and give her a strained smile. Thatâs a flimsy excuse if youâve ever seen one. âI must have the wrong room.â
You step to the side, opening the door wider so she can see him. He doesnât even look at her, too busy angrily unmaking the bed. âNo, you have the right one.â You hold your hands out expectantly, âI can just take those for you.â
The look on her face is priceless and finally causes a real smile to grow on your lips. She wordlessly hands you the towels, looking disappointed. You donât know if it's because of what she was trying to do, or because she couldnât do it.Â
Before she leaves you call out a quick, âTell Scott I said thank you again. Wouldnât be here without him, after all.â Her shoulders tense and she rushes back down the hall. Whatever little crush or interest she has with Logan is going to need to be dealt with on her own.Â
Youâve got enough shit going on without having to worry about her too. You shake your head and slam the door shut, tossing the towels on the desk. Logan sits on the bed, watching you with an odd look.Â
âWhat was that about?â
âSheâs into you,â you tell him bluntly, waiting for his reaction. He doesnât even blink, just glances between the towels and you before shrugging.Â
âNot interested.â You donât want to admit that you feel any relief. There was never any real doubt. But itâs still nice to be reassured.Â
You slip into bed beside him, taking his hand and forcing him to meet your gaze. âI know that this isnât what either of us was expecting, but this is good, Logan. We donât have to worry about pretending weâre something weâre not. We donât have to worry about my dad or anyone finding us.â
He doesnât look entirely convinced. But he lets out a heavy sigh and drags you closer to him. He tucks your head under his chin, placing a brief kiss against your forehead. âIf you want to stay, weâll stay. But Iâm not putting on that fucking costume.â
You laugh a little, peering up at him with a grin, âDeal.âÂ
Thereâs a place for you here, even if there isnât in the rest of the world. You can be safe here, you donât have to worry anymore. You donât have to fear the eyes on the back of your head because they canât get you here.Â
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some of my best friend rafe cameron headcanons
warning: nsfw, minors dni!! my brain is just best friend rafe brainrot i'm so down bad for him <333 these are some headcanons i have for the best friend rafe blurbs and fics i've been writing !!! the sfw and nsfw headcanons are separated by the divider :)
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ÊÉ you've been best friends since childhood. he'd do anything for you.
ÊÉ spoils the hell out of you. he'd do ANYTHING to make you happy, buys you all the things you want, you text him that you're having a bad day BOOM there's three hundred dollars in your bank account.
ÊÉ whenever you're on your period he comes over with all your favorite things and reluctantly cuddles you (but grumbles about it) even though you know he secretly likes it.
ÊÉ he can't stand it when you're ignoring him. spams you with texts and calls. sometimes you block him and he deadass shows up behind your door begging for forgiveness and then fucks you until you cry <3
ÊÉ also whenever you're mad at him for some dumbass shit he does (bc let's face it he's a grade a dumbass sometimes) he thinks he can bribe his way out of it but you're just like ... bitch please.
ÊÉ the thing between you started when you drunkenly confessed to him that no guy had ever made you have an orgasm and you could only get off when you were on your own... and rafe was determined to change that (and he did. multiple times that night and the morning after.)
ÊÉ bought you a locket with his initial on the back (on the inside there's a a pic of you two kissing in a photobooth as well as one of you as children.)
ÊÉ you bought a watch for him for his birthday and he wears it every single day. your initials are carved in the back.
ÊÉ has a folder on his phone full of pictures you took together, and of pictures of you. password-protected.
ÊÉ sometimes you read to him and it drives him INSANE. he could listen to your voice for hours and hours on end.
ÊÉ you had always thought he wasn't a relationship person and that's why he didn't want to be official, so when he started dating sofia you had such a bitch fit. wouldn't talk to him for weeks. he tried everything, bribing you, showing up to your house... but eventually you caved in and you guys started fooling around behind her back (against the mirror) and although he feels kinda bad for cheating he just can't resist you.
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ÊÉ pet names. pet names. PET NAMES!!! his go-to are princess, angel, and bunny. one time you called him daddy during sex and he almost blew his load.
ÊÉ loves going raw and coming in you. makes him feel like you belong to him and only him <3 literally had you go on birth control bc you were getting sick of having to get plan b because he was conveniently out of condoms every time you fooled around and he swears he just "accidentally" came in you when he said he'd pull out. you made him promise that he wouldn't go raw with anyone else tho and he doesn't.
ÊÉ really likes missionary bc he loves to see your face when you come it drives him INSANE how pretty you look taking him.
ÊÉ giving him head whenever he's stressed or having a bad day. he returns the favor tho <3
ÊÉ loves taking his time with you but also really likes rushed, messy quickies whenever you're busy.
ÊÉ one time you guys were hanging out with mutual friends and when your dress hiked up, he could see that you'd written his initial on your thigh and it took everything in him to not take you into the nearest bathroom and fucking the hell out of you ... instead he did that right after you two left xxx.
ÊÉ literally takes you to buy lingerie... ON HIS BIRTHDAY... and you try them all out for him later that night and he gets to be the one to take them off. accidentally rips one of the panties he bought for you but he orders a new pair right after <3
ÊÉ chokes you. nuf said.
ÊÉ your phone's wallpaper is actually a pic of his hand around your neck that he took with his signature ring on his finger.
ÊÉ whenever you see him out and about with sofia you accidentally send him a pic of you in lingerie. then you see his eyes widen and later that night he fucks you so hard you leave actual clawmarks on his back.
ÊÉ sometimes he leaves bruises on you, and even though he feels bad about it afterwards it also turns him on like CRAZY. he loves marking you up, and sometimes you end up with hickeys and your friends question where they came from and you just shrug. to them, he's just some mystery hook-up, but they have no idea it's your best friend.
ÊÉ you sometimes let him record you during sex and he watches the videos of you whenever he misses you. has a whole password-protected folder in his phone of your nudes and videos you took together.
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