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kbwrites · 3 months ago

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Breaking up is hard to do!

synopsis: breaking up with the jjk men.

⚝characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami

⚝content: heavy angst, gaslighting(Gojo's), depression (Suguru's), mutual breakup(Nanami's)

⚝wc: 3.5k

Satoru Gojo

“Yeah so then Yuji popped out of the crate and surprised them all! You should’ve seen it baby!” Satoru wheezes holding his stomach as he recalls the event from the day.

No matter how hard you try though, you can only muster a small smile.

It had become really hard to do much else recently. With the weight of the hundreds of tasks at work taking its toll. Satoru looks over at you, waiting for a laugh—but it doesn’t come.

“Hellooo? Everything alright princess?” He questions giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

“Mhmm!” You nod.

He looks at you for another moment, unreadable expression on his face. Satoru shifts, clearly expecting more from you. “You sure? You’ve been quiet tonight. That’s not like you,” he says, his voice still light, but there’s a hint of curiosity now.

You try to hold back the frustration, but it bubbles up anyway. “I’m just tired, Satoru.”

“Tired? Seriously?” he mutters, pulling his hand away. “You work, what, a nine-to-five? You act like you’re running yourself into the ground.”

You blink, taken aback by his dismissive tone. “Satoru, it’s not just about the hours. It’s everything piling up, and—”

“Piling up?” He cuts you off with a scoff, already reaching for his phone. “Why didn’t you just say something sooner? You know I could’ve hired someone to handle that for you. I’ve got the money. You shouldn’t be stressing over... whatever this is.”

The words sting. You knew his mind would go there. It always does—like money could just make the exhaustion disappear, like hiring someone to take care of the smaller details would magically solve everything.

“It’s not about the money, Satoru.” you snap, trying to hold onto your patience. “I don’t need someone else doing my job for me. I just... I need you to listen.”

He raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Listen? What do you expect me to say? You’re tired. I get it. But don’t act like you’re drowning when I could have fixed this a long time ago. Hell, I could’ve bought you time off or flown you somewhere. You're sittin' here sulking like I can’t take care of things.”

You clench your fists, the exhaustion now compounded by frustration. “It’s not about you fixing things, Satoru. Sometimes I just need support—not your money.”

He stares at you, eyes narrowing. “Right. So you want to feel miserable instead of letting me help. That’s real smart, princess.”

Your heart pounds in your chest as you shove clothes into your bag, the sound of zippers and drawers slamming echoing through the room. You can feel Satoru’s presence behind you, hovering, but you don’t stop. You can’t. Not after that.

“C'mon, princess.” he says, his voice exasperated, like he’s the one who's supposed to be annoyed. “What are you doing? Where do you think you’re going?”

You don’t answer, your hands moving faster, yanking more clothes off hangers, ignoring the sting behind your eyes. You’re so angry you can barely breathe.

“I’ll book us a trip,” Satoru tries again, a hint of desperation creeping into his usually arrogant tone. “How about Paris? We’ll stay at that five-star hotel you like, the one with the private balcony. You love that place.”

Your jaw clenches. “This isn’t about a vacation, Satoru,” you snap, stuffing the last of your things into the bag. “It’s not about your money or your fancy hotels.”

“Then what is it about?” he shoots back, his voice rising with frustration. “You’re acting like I haven’t given you everything. "What more do you want?"

You freeze, bag halfway zipped, your body trembling as you turn to face him. His icy blue eyes are wide, confused, and maybe even a little hurt, but you’re beyond caring. “I want you to see me!” you shout, the words tearing out of you, louder than you intended. “I don’t need you to throw money at the problem! I need you to actually understand what I’m going through!”

Satoru stares at you, speechless for once. His mouth opens, but no words come out. He looks almost... shocked, like he can’t comprehend that his money, his status, can’t fix this. That he can’t fix this.

“Do you even care?” you ask, your voice quieter now, but no less angry. “Do you care about how I feel? Or is it just easier for you to throw cash at me until I stop complaining?”

He’s silent, his gaze hardening as he crosses his arms. “I’m trying to help. What else do you want me to do?”

“I want you to listen!” You throw your hands up in frustration, feeling more alone than ever. “I don’t want your money. I don’t want trips or fancy dinners. I want you to care about me, Satoru. Not just the idea of me.”

His lips press into a thin line, but he says nothing. The silence is louder than any of his words.

As your hand grips the doorknob, ready to leave, Satoru’s voice cuts through the silence, sharp and bitter.

“Right, run off to Shoko’s.” he scoffs, his arms crossed defensively. “You always do this, don’t you? The moment things get tough, you bolt. Guess it’s easier to complain to her than actually deal with me.”

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, stopping you in your tracks. You turn slowly to face him, disbelief clouding your vision. He’s standing there, arms folded, arrogance in his posture.

“I always do this?” you repeat, your voice trembling with anger. “I’ve stayed through everything, Satoru!"

“You’re just like Suguru.” Satoru spits out, the words dripping with bitterness and desperation.

Your hand freezes on the handle. You weren’t expecting that. Slowly, you turn to look at him, and the mask of arrogance has cracked. His eyes are wild, wide with something close to panic. “Running away the moment things get hard,” he continues, his voice shaking slightly. “Is that it? Just gonna leave like he did?”

Your heart skips a beat, anger fading for a moment as something else stirs inside you. You’ve seen Satoru angry before, frustrated, even cold—but this? This is different.

“That’s not fair.” you say quietly, though the anger still simmers beneath the surface. “I’m not leaving because things are hard. I’m leaving because you’re not listening.”

Satoru’s eyes narrow, his lips pressing into a hard line. Then he snaps, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade, sharp and cold. “Well, fine. Go. I survived him abandoning me, I’ll survive you too.”

His words sting, burning through the air with a finality that makes your breath hitch. It’s a challenge, a defense—his way of masking the fear that’s clawing at him from the inside out. He’s pushing you away before you can leave, just like he’s done with everything else that’s threatened to crack his carefully controlled world.

You stand there, frozen for a moment, staring at him as his walls rise higher, shutting you out. This is what it’s come to. He’s too scared to let you in, too scared to admit that you leaving isn’t something he can just survive—that it’s something that terrifies him.

But he won’t say it. He won’t ask you to stay.

And that’s when you know.

Suguru Geto

You rest under the comfort of your blanket. How many days have you been in this bed? Three days? Four?

The world was just too much right now, and your room was the only security available. It had been a week since Suguru vanished without a word, leaving behind nothing but unanswered questions and broken trust. Principal Yaga’s words still echoed in your mind—a whole village slaughtered, his parents among the dead.

And not even a text.

You weren’t sure if he was even alive, maybe it would be better if he wasn’t. At least then you wouldn’t have to come to terms with the fact that the love of your life was now a wanted killer.

You took another tissue from the box, blowing into it and tossing the crumpled mess into the garbage can.

Satoru hadn’t responded either, was he okay? Did he know?

Your mind screamed for silence, for the thoughts to stop, but they kept coming, relentless.

“Angel?”

That voice… no it couldn’t be. You lower the covers from your face.

It was

“Hi baby...” his normally soothing voice does little to alleviate the ache in your chest.

“You…” your voice barely a whisper, threatening to break. “I thought you were dead.”

He moves closer, his footsteps barely making a sound on the floor, and you finally take him in. Despite everything, despite the horrors you’ve been told, he looks… normal.

How could he look so much like the Suguru you knew, the Suguru you loved, when everything inside of you was shattered?

Was this the same man who held you close? Whispered sweet nothings in your ear—promised to protect you with his life?

“It’s me, (Y/N).” he says softly, his voice cutting through the silence as if he had read your thoughts.

The tenderness in his tone feels like a knife twisting in your chest. How could he say that—so casually, so easily? Like everything was normal, like your world hadn’t come crashing down around you. You blink, trying to force the tears back, trying to find the right words, but nothing comes.

“Are you?” your voice is small, barely more than a whisper. Doubt lingers in every syllable.

He doesn’t respond to your question. Instead, his gaze softens, and without a word, he pulls the covers off of you. The cold air rushes over your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth you had buried yourself in, and for a moment you flinch, instinctively clutching the blanket before you let it slip from your fingers.

His eyes trace over your fragile form, and there’s something in them—a flicker of sympathy, regret, even—but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s the reason for your downward spiral. He knows it too. The weight of it presses on him, though he doesn’t say a word. Instead, he moves with a gentleness you hadn’t expected, sliding his arms under you and lifting you up as if you weighed nothing.

You want to protest, want to ask what he thinks he’s doing, but you’re too tired, too drained to fight. So you let him carry you. His arms are steady, and despite everything, you can’t help but melt in his embrace.

He takes you into the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the space as he sets you down gently. You can feel the cool tile under your feet as he kneels in front of the tub, turning the faucet on and testing the temperature.

You had so many things you wanted to say. You wanted to yell at him, curse him, ask him why. But you couldn’t.

He dips his hand under the stream, adjusting the temperature until it’s just right. His movements are deliberate, methodical, as if this is the only way he knows how to show you any kind of care right now.

You stand there, numb and silent, watching him. The man who destroyed your world, now kneeling before you, acting as though he can piece it back together with something as simple as a bath. It feels absurd, almost cruel, but at the same time, you don’t have the strength to stop him.

Suguru rises to his feet, his presence towering yet calm as he began to undress you. Gentle hands pulling his t-shirt off of you, the one you had been clinging onto for days.

His hands brush lightly against your skin as he lifts the shirt over your head, sending a shiver down your spine.

He had seen you in this state before, many times. But this….this was different.

Suguru guides you to the shower, washing your body with a gentleness you missed so deeply.

You close your eyes, letting him take care of you, even though you don’t understand why or how he can. The silence between you grows heavier with every passing second, filled with words unspoken and emotions too tangled to sort out.

Finally, you speak, your voice barely audible over the sound of the water. “Why are you here, Suguru?”

His hand pauses for a moment, the washcloth resting against your skin. You can feel the weight of his gaze on you, but when he answers, his voice is low, steady, like he’s speaking more to himself than to you.

“Because I….I love you” His voice almost too quiet, as if he’s afraid to say the words out loud.

“Then why, Suguru?” your voice trembles, almost breaking under the weight of your next words. “Is it true? You killed those people?”

The washcloth falls from his hand, splashing into the water as the silence between you deepens. He doesn’t speak right away, and the hesitation in his silence is an answer in itself.

You swallow hard, the air thick with the weight of the truth you already know but can’t bear to accept.

“They were… in the way,” he finally admits, his voice low, almost hollow.

You step out of the shower, the warm water sliding off your skin in slow rivulets. Without thinking, you reach for the towel, wrapping it tightly around yourself like armor.

This isn’t the man you loved, the one who spoke of protecting the weak, of valuing life. Yet, there’s something so heartbreakingly familiar in the way he says it—like a twisted version of the Suguru you knew, now wrapped in darkness.

“But those were people, Suguru,” you say, your voice fragile, as if you’re trying to reach the man you once knew beneath the monster he’s become. “Innocent people. How could you…?”

He takes a deep breath, stepping closer to you, his hand brushing against your skin, cold and distant. “Because this world is broken.” he murmurs. “And I need to fix it. I had to do it. Can’t you see that? We—sorcerers—we’re meant for something greater. And they… they were holding us back.”

You shake your head, tears brimming in your eyes. “I don’t understand, Suguru. I don’t understand any of this.”

He steps closer, his hand cupping your face gently, as though trying to reassure you with his touch. "Come with me." he whispers, his voice softer now, pleading. “Run away with me. Together, we can build something new. You don’t have to be a part of this broken world anymore. We can leave it all behind.”

Before you can respond, his lips press against yours, a kiss that’s both gentle and urgent, as though he’s trying to pour every unsaid word, every plea, into this one moment. It’s the Suguru you remember—the Suguru who once made you feel safe, loved.

But the reality of who he’s become crashes down on you.

You pull away, your hands pressed firmly against his chest, creating a wall between you. “No.” you whisper, your voice breaking. “I can’t.”

For a moment, Suguru just stands there, staring at you, his dark eyes searching yours for something—some kind of understanding, some sign that you’ll change your mind. His hand lingers on your cheek, his touch softer now, almost hesitant, as though he’s trying to hold on to whatever connection is left.

But then, slowly, he withdraws, his hand falling back to his side. He straightens up, his expression hardening as he steps away from you, giving you the space you so desperately need. The softness in his eyes fades, replaced by the cold determination you’ve seen before.

“You’ll see,” he says, his voice quiet, but there’s a sharp edge to it now. “One day, you’ll understand. When you see what I’ve seen, when you finally understand the truth about this world—you’ll come around. I know you will.”

His words hang heavy in the air, and without another glance, he turns and walks toward the door, leaving you standing alone, trembling in the silence.

Nanami Kento

Kento was an honest man. There was nothing he ever kept from you. Other people might view him as a hard shell, but you could read him like a book.

So when he came to bed that night, holding you just a little tighter than usual—you knew something was up.

You shifted slightly in his embrace, his grip tightening instinctively as if he feared you might slip away.

“Kento?” you asked softly, your voice breaking the stillness of the room.

“I’ve decided to talk to Gojo tomorrow.” he said quietly, his voice steady but with a hint of resolve. “I want to return to being a sorcerer.”

The words hung in the air, sinking into you like lead. You stiffened, a sharp sting blooming in your chest as you processed his decision.

“Are you seriously considering this?” Your voice trembled with a mix of hurt and disbelief. “You know what that life entails. You’ve seen the consequences. Are you really willing to go back to that danger?”

Kento’s silence was heavier than any response he could have given. His arms, though still holding you close, seemed distant now, as if they were reaching out from across a chasm of uncertainty.

“I’ve thought it through,” he said finally, though his tone lacked the conviction he tried to project. “I need to do this for myself. I can’t keep pretending I’m satisfied with where I am.”

The last words echoed in your ears their weight sinking deep into your heart. “So you’re not satisfied with me?” you whispered, barely able to speak past the knot forming in your throat.

Kento’s eyes widened in shock. “No, that’s not what I meant—”

“Then what is it, Kento?” you demanded, frustration and hurt sharpening your words. “We have something good here. You have a good job. You left Jujustu High for a reason! What about Haibara—”

At the mention of Haibara, Kento’s face hardened. His eyes, which had been searching for the right words, now burned with anger and frustration. “Don’t.”

Your eyes widen at his tone. He sighs, trying to catch himself. “This…isn’t about him, or his fate. It’s about my own path, my own choices. You think I’m risking everything without knowing the cost?”

“And what do you expect me to do, Kento?” Your voice cracked, raw emotion rising as you slid out of bed, unable to lie still any longer. “Sit at home and worry about you? Not knowing if you’re going to come back in one piece? I can’t live like that! I can’t live every day with the fear that you might not come back, that you might be hurt or worse?”

The silence that followed was suffocating. You paced the room, your emotions boiling over, while Kento sat still, his gaze following you but offering no solace.

“You’re asking me to accept a life where every day is a gamble with your safety!” You stopped, turning to face him, your chest heaving with emotion. “How am I supposed to do that? How am I supposed to pretend everything’s okay when the reality is that you might not come back to me? This isn’t just about you, Kento. It’s about us, our future!”

Kento ran a hand through his blond locks, frustration etched into every line of his face. “I’m not asking you to pretend it’s okay. I’m asking you to understand that this is something I need to do for myself, even if it means risking everything.”

You blinked, tears blurring your vision as his words sank in. “And what if everything we have is the cost?”

The question lingered, echoing in the space between you. Kento rose from the bed, standing tall before you, but the weight of the moment seemed to bow his shoulders.

He stepped closer, his hands trembling slightly as they cupped your face. His eyes, filled with a deep sadness, searched yours, looking for understanding that he knew might never come. “I love you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “You need to know that.”

You shook your head, your voice breaking. “But that isn’t enough… is it? It never will be…”

There was a heavy silence between you, the weight of your words pressing down on both of you.

“I… can’t watch you throw your life away, Kento.”

He took a deep breath, the sound heavy with resignation. "Then… we’ve both made our decision."

His hands, which had held you with such tenderness, felt distant as you pulled away. You took a step back, a sob catching in your throat.

He opens his mouth, but no words come out with a trembling breath, he stepped forward and gently pulled you into his arms. The embrace was tender, filled with the weight of finality.

He buried his face in the curve of your neck, inhaling your scent one last time as if trying to imprint it into his memory. The warmth of his body, once a comfort, now felt like a dagger in your chest.

“I’m sorry.” he whispered, his voice strained. The words were barely audible, but the sentiment hung heavy in the air.

Kento lingered for a moment, his hand sliding from your back to gently cup your face. His thumb brushed away the tear you hadn’t realized had fallen, and his expression softened with a promise you weren’t sure either of you could believe.

“I’ll come back,” he whispered, his voice strained but resolute. “Somehow… I’ll find my way back to you. One day.”

You clung to him for a moment longer, feeling the ache of goodbye in every fiber of your being, before he slowly pulled away. Leaving you.

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angelbarelywrites · 9 months ago

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♡ mine | tommy hewitt x reader

♡ fandoms; texas chainsaw massacre remake/ the beginning

♡ characters; thomas hewitt

♡ reader; AFAB body description, second person POV

♡ cw; graphic sexual content, implied voyeurism, breeding kink, light daddy kink (just calling him daddy? wasn’t sure what to tag that )

♡notes; i feel the need to apologize for this one lmao. i didn’t intend for this to see the light of day but i felt we needed more smut around here and this was already sittin in my personal folder

i don’t know that I’ve ever posted detailed smut anywhere before? so lmk how i did, i still haven’t even asked to get my friend to beta read so I’m sure There’s Issues.

•┈••✦ ❤ ✦••┈•

“Oh fuck, baby,” You sighed softly, letting your head roll to the side as you ground on Thomas’ thigh - the mountain of a man pushing his leg up with a huff. Luda-Mae, Monty, and Hoyt had taken a rare trip to their cousins’ place upstate, and left Thomas and yourself in a…sticky situation.

It had already become a war of attrition with you living there, each of you testing the other’s boundaries as you tried desperately not to cross the line. Thomas was allegedly a good, Bible-following boy- and you a shy little virgin . But god, something about Thomas just made you crazy. You needed him- and you’d gotten so shameless that you’d let him do just about anything to you.

That’s what landed you there, trying to entice Thomas and only ending up a squeaky mess as you rode his thigh. He was steadfast for a man years pent up- seeming to find great pleasure in making you unravel without cracking himself. Of course, you had no idea of the hours he spent fucking into his own hand as he imagined you around him, stealing your panties from the laundry bin and palming himself to the sight of you splayed out sunbathing in the yard. Even now you seemed too hazy to notice his cock straining against his trousers, or his fingers dug into the couch to prevent himself from touching your body. The way he trembled as he felt you making a mess on him, the only thing between your slick cunt and his leg your already soaked lacy panties…

His laser focus was broken by something entirely unexpected. You whimpered and hid your face against his chest, mumbling “Daddy- please—“

He wasn’t sure if it was the phrase,the tone, or both that finally broke his resolve- but either way he pinned you against the floral sofa forcefully, snarling like an animal.

“T-tommy- what- I’m sorry—?” You squeaked, seeming utterly confused. Did you even know what you’d said to him?

He growled and quickly signed ‘Again’. You blinked, perplexed look quickly replaced with embarrassment. You whined and tried to hide your face but he snarled again and made you look at him. ‘Again. Now.’

“…daddy. Please. Please I need you. Please—“ You begged, panting weakly as you writhed uncomfortably and unsated.

He rutted against you quickly, moving and kissing your neck sloppily. “Mine,” He rasped quietly, a rare sound even for his partner “Mine. Mine. Mine.”

“Oh my god Tommy- please- I need you to give it to me- I wanna feel you inside-“

He made quick work of his belt, pushing your dress up carelessly and making just as quick a job out of ripping your undies clean apart.

You yelped but replaced the complaint with a blissed out, shuddering whine as he finally rubbed against your bare pussy. “Oh fuck…please- put it in-“

He grunted and pushed your legs back, leaning in to rest his forehead against yours as you felt his weight pressed against you. Even in this moment, he tried his damndest to be gentle, looking your face over for the slightest bit of fear or apprehension. “Tommy, please. Fuck me.” You whimpered out softly.

He pushed in carefully , having to stop only halfway in as you squeezed around him. He was huge, long and girthy and a painful stretch even with you relaxed. He gave a grunt and nuzzled you, hips twitching as he reached between you. Clumsily, roughly, he found your clit and slowly rubbed, purring in approval as you mewled out his name.

He was able to jerk his hips and finally bottomed out with a low groan, face buried in your neck. He held still, taking a ragged breath to try to regain control- but you didn’t want control. You needed him to lose it completely.

“Daddy, please. I want you to fuck a baby into me,” You murmured, letting a desperate whine leak into your voice. It was a bit of a long shot- but he was so possessive. Why wouldn’t he want to breed you?

Thomas’ eyes darkened at the thought and he gave a low noise you could barely classify as he pulled nearly all the way out and snapped his hips, setting a brutal pace.

“Oh god-“ You yelped, bracing yourself on his huge arms as he pounded into you, the entire couch creaking and slamming into the wall at the force. You lost any coherence you had as he again teased your clit, mind blank. You got exactly what you wanted, and it was too much in the best way possible.

You came first- you didn’t know if it was because of his stamina or because even in a frenzy he still needed you to feel just as good. You were almost crying as he continued, overwhelmed and overstimulated - and wrapping your legs around his waist to make sure he didn’t stop for a moment. “Baby please- inside- I want you to finish inside-“ You mewled out in your haze- but damn if you didn’t mean it.

That was all it took, unsurprisingly, for him to thrust one last time and fill you with a snarl. He peppered your face in soft kisses, giving a heaving sigh as he relaxed. You tried to move but he growled, keeping himself firmly inside of you. You blushed a bit as you saw his intense expression “You ah…you really liked when I asked you to knock me up, huh?”

He nodded, huffing at you.

“…you know we have all night to try again, yeah?”

He grunted and finally relented, pulling out and smirking at the sight of his seed dripping down your thighs.

“Tommy baby? I love you.” You sighed sleepily

He looked up quickly and seemed shocked. Man of few words that he ways- and never having dreamed he’d need to learn the sign, he took your hand and pressed it against his chest. Right above the heart. In your mind, there was no better way he could have said it; he loved you too.

#slashers #thomas hewitt #slashers x reader #slashers x you #tcm #thomas hewitt x reader #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw the beginning #tcm 2006 #tcm 2003 #tommy hewitt #thomas brown hewitt #leatherface #cw daddy kink #cw smut #cw voyeurism #cw breeding

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seasprincess · 26 days ago

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cowboy!rafe x mayors daughter!reader

part 1 here

Warnings: smut, mdni, unprotected s3x (wrap it), praise, nicknames, nippl3 sucking, degrading if you squint sweaty man

Rafe had spent his evening in a east he usually does when being around you.

His hands in his pants touching himself to the thought of you in that dress.

That god damn dress.

He loves when you wear dresses, which is most of the time if not all.

He loves the way they flow on your body, the way they stop just on your thighs or the way that when you sit down and it rides up a bit it shows him what colour panties you’re wearing. God does it get him hot and flustered knowing what the panties he should be taking off look like. Jesus does he want to take them off. See that pretty pussy of yours.

But he know it can’t happen, he knows he can’t do that.

So he has to stick to his hand.

For now at least.

The sun beams down on your skin as you make your way to your porch. Sitting in that swing seat you got for your birthday. You practically live there.

It’s calming to sit there and just swing back and forth. And it also gives a great veiw of Rafe when he’s chopping up wood for your fire for that evening. Your father really does make that poor guy work. Working any job at this point. But Rafe doesn’t care. He wants this job.

He looks so good with that axe in his hands. Muscles flexing as he cuts the wood. His biceps on show due to his white tank top. Which he decides to take off in that moment. Like he wants to tease you more.

Your eyes are immediately drawn to his abs, the way they glisten from the sunlight and sweat. You could just lick them. Maybe when he’s less sweaty. He looks so good, you could just-

“Darlin’ it’s rude to stare.” Rafe’s voice brings you out of the trance and you look up at his face rather than his other body parts. He just smirks as he watches you swing back and forth. Back and forth.

“I wasn’t staring.” You were.

“Mhm sure.” He says as he takes his hat off to rub his for head of any sweat. Guess he does take the hat off.

“I wasn’t!” You say with a small pout, acting like a spoilt child. Well you are spoiled so that parts right at least.

“You know it’s okay if you were. I don’t blame you.” He says as he places the axe on the ground and starts making his way over to you. His boots clacking on the wooden planks of the decking as he reaches in front of you. He towers above you when you stand up, so when you’re sat down. It’s like a mountain and a rock. He leans against the wall as he puts a toothpick in his mouth and fiddles with it. Looking at you. “So when we riding again sweetheart?”

The nickname makes your heart skip a beat as a small blush forms on your cheeks. Making them pink and rosy.

“Oh um, I don’t know. Don’t mind.”

Rafe chuckles and rolls his eyes as he pushes off the wall.

“God you do give up fast.”

“I’m not giving up!” You retaliate as you sit up straight, defending yourself. “I’m just busy.”

“Doing what?” Rafe quickly says back as he gets closer to you. So close his knees are touching the chair you’re sat in. “Cause you look like you’re just sittin’ down to me, darlin’.”

Rafe’s hand comes to your chin as he makes you look up at him. Eyes taking in every feature of your face as his rough thumb rubs your chin.

“Do you know how wild you drive me baby?” Rafe says as he smirks down at you. He’s decided he’s had enough of your back and forth flirting with no outcome. He needs you.

Bad.

“Hmmm no.” You smirk back. Yes you did know. Of course you knew. But you didn’t think it was that bad. “My dad is out.”

“I know.” He replies before he leans down and kisses you. Softly and passionately. Hes wanted to do this for so long and now it’s finally happening. He’s finally getting his wish.

And of course you kiss back. You’ve been waiting for this hair as long as he has.

“Why don’t you show me that pretty room of yours baby?”

Immediately you spring up and slot your hand in his. Leading him to the room.

He wastes no time to push you up against the door as soon as you shut it. Hands finding the hem of your dress and pulling it over your head.

“So pretty f’me.” He says as his kisses move to your neck, biting and sucking. Causing you to whimper and moan as you squirm in his touch. You’ve needed this so much.

His hand slithers down your body before reaching your panties, earning a gasp from you as his finger brushes over your clothes clit.

“So wet for me huh?” He smirks. Almost like he’s proud of himself for making you like this just from kissing you. “Needy girl.”

Both his hands travel to your hips as he looks at you.

“Are you sure about this?” He asks as he scans your eyes for any doubts.

You quickly nod your head and reply a small “Yeah.”

He smiles before picking you up and laying you on the bed. Undoing your bra.

“Fuck you’re so pretty doll.” He says as his lips attach to your nipple.

You’re just a whimpering mess as you play with his hair. Tugging on it slightly as his hands slowly pull down your pants.

“Gonna fuck you so good sweetheart.”

Rafe discards your panties somewhere in the room before working on taking his jeans and pants off. And in a few seconds he’s naked like you. He climbs onto the bed as he holds out his hand.

“I told you I was going to tech you how to ride.”

You pick up on his words and start straddling him. Looking at him as he places his hands back on your hips.

You slowly lower yourself down onto him with a moan. You’ve imagined this for a while. And he is definitely bigger than how you imagined.

“Fuccckkk baby.” Rafe moans out as you start moving up and down. That good feeling building up every time you go back down. “Taking me so well.”

Rafes hands help you move as he watches where he enters you. This is so much better than he imagined. And gosh has he imagined this. A lot.

Your movements get more difficult as you keep trying to ride him. But it’s just too much for you.

“Rafey.” You say with a slight whimper. Immediately he picks up on it and nods.

“Shhh baby. I’ve got you.” He says before flipping you over and getting on top of you. Smirking above you as he renters you.

You moan again as he kisses the corner of your mouth, his thrusts fast and deep.

He needed this so of course he’s not holding back. “Good girl.”

He places a kiss on your forehead as you grip on his bicep. Steadying yourself as he just watches you.

Rafe lets out a moan as your legs start to shake. His finger slowly rubbing your clit, he wants you to cum. He needs it too.

“Cum baby. Cum on my cock.” Rafe says before placing another kiss on your neck.

It doesn’t take you long to cum after that. Just like Rafe wanted.

His thrusts slow down slightly as his dick twitches before painting your walls with his seed.

“Fuck baby.” He says as he kisses your soft lips. Smiling as he lays down next to you, arm wrapping around you as he pulls you closer.

You may regret this decision later.

a/n: there will be a part three 🥳 Divider- @anitalenia

tags: @littlelamy @maybankslover

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cosmicanakin · 16 days ago

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anchored in the storm ⎯⎯ SOLDIER BOY.

⎯⎯ you're hit with a rough schizophrenic episode, and ben steps up, grounding you in his gruff, unpolished way.

KARI YAPS! i had to do a lil research to make it as accurate as possible. && this was a request from days ago but i'll also make it a celebratory fic too 4 hitting 1K followers on c.ai, so expect a post about new bots 'm gonna upload soon !

YOU'VE ALWAYS FELT LIKE YOU WERE treading water when it came to your mind. some days, it's calm—your thoughts manageable, the world around you as steady as it can get. but other times, like today, the waters churn, pulling you under. those days, it's harder to tell what's real and what's just another trick of your brain.

you and SOLDIER BOY are staying in a run-down motel on the outskirts of nowhere. it's one of those places with flickering neon signs and a vaguely musty smell, the kind of place he always seems comfortable in. you're sitting on the bed, watching him clean his gun at the small table by the window. the sharp clinking sound of metal on metal is oddly soothing, grounding you in the moment.

"you know, you could help instead of sittin' there like a bump on a log," he says, his usual gruffness softened by the faintest smirk. he's teasing, but you can't bring yourself to respond. the buzzing in your head is getting louder, like static crawling over your skin.

he notices. ben always notices. his smirk fades, replaced by a furrowed brow as he sets the gun down. "hey, you good?" he asks, his voice low and careful, like he's trying not to spook you.

you nod, but it's a lie. your throat feels tight, and the edges of the room are starting to blur. shadows flicker in the corners of your vision, shapes that don't belong. you know they aren't real—you've been through this enough times to recognize the signs—but knowing doesn't make it any easier. it doesn't make them any less terrifying.

"i just… need a minute," you croak, your voice barely above a whisper. you curl in on yourself, hugging your knees to your chest as you try to block out the growing sense of dread.

ben doesn't push. he leans back in his chair, watching you carefully. he's not good with words—not the comforting kind, anyway—but he's good at being there, solid and unyielding like the steel he's so fond of. "take your time," he says, and it helps, just a little.

but then it happens. the shadows in the corners of the room start to move, growing larger, darker. they stretch across the walls like ink spilling into water, and before you know it, they're everywhere. your chest tightens, panic clawing its way up your throat. you can hear them now—whispers that make your skin crawl, voices that you can't quite understand but know are meant for you.

"no, no, no," you mutter, rocking slightly as you try to push the hallucinations away. your hands grip your head, your nails digging into your scalp as if you can claw the voices out. "stop it. stop."

SOLDIER BOY is on his feet in an instant, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. "what's goin' on?" he asks, his voice gruff but sharp with concern. he doesn't understand what's happening, but he knows enough to know you're spiraling.

you don't answer. you can't. the whispers are louder now, drowning out everything else, and the shadows are closing in. you stumble to your feet, your heart racing as the urge to flee overwhelms you. "i have to get out of here," you say, your voice trembling as you back away from the approaching darkness.

"whoa, whoa, whoa," ben says, stepping in front of you. he holds his hands up, palms out, like he's trying to calm a wild animal. "you're not goin' anywhere, darlin'. talk to me. tell me what's goin' on."

"they're here," you say, your voice breaking. tears blur your vision as you try to look past him, the shadows twisting and writhing in ways that make your stomach churn. "they're here, and they're trying to get me."

he doesn't look where you're looking. he knows there's nothing there, but he doesn't dismiss it either. "listen to me," he says, his voice firm but not unkind. "there's nothing here. it's just you and me, alright? no one's gonna hurt ya. i won't let 'em."

his words don't reach you. the panic is too strong, too overwhelming, and you push past him, bolting for the door. his reflexes are faster than yours, though, and he catches you before you make it far. his arms wrap around you, holding you firmly but not harshly as you struggle against him.

"let me go!" you scream, your voice raw with fear. you thrash in his grip, your nails scraping against his arms as you try to break free.

"no fuckin' way, doll," he growls, his grip tightening just enough to keep you in place. "you're not going out there like this. you'll get yourself killed."

his words cut through the haze of your panic just enough for you to register them. he's right. you know he's right. but the fear is still there, clawing at you, making it almost impossible to breathe.

"hey," he says, his voice softer now, almost gentle. "focus on me, alright? just me. not whatever bullshit your mind is throwing at ya. look at me."

you force yourself to meet his eyes, even though it feels like the hardest thing in the world. his gaze is steady, unwavering, and there's something in it—something solid and real—that makes you feel like you can hold on, even if it's just for a moment.

"that's it," he coos, nodding slightly. "good girl. now breathe. in and out, nice and slow. you can do that, can't you?"

you try. it's shaky at first, your breaths coming in short, uneven gasps, but his presence grounds you. his voice, his touch, the way he doesn't let go—it all pulls you back, little by little, until the shadows start to fade and the whispers quiet down.

"there you go," he says, his arms loosening just enough to let you move but still holding you close. "you good now? or at least… better?"

you nod weakly, your body trembling from the adrenaline crash. "better," you whisper, though your voice is hoarse and unsteady.

he sighs, his shoulders relaxing as he finally lets you go. "jesus christ," he mutters, running a hand through his hair. "you scared the hell outta me, y'know that?"

"'m sorry," you say, your voice barely audible. shame creeps in, replacing the fear, and you hug yourself tightly as you avoid his gaze.

"don't," he says firmly, stepping closer. "don't apologize. 's not your fault. you're dealin' with a lot of shit, and you're doing the best you can. i get that, doll."

you look up at him, surprised by the sincerity in his tone. soldier boy's not mocking you, not dismissing what just happened. he's just… there, solid and unshakable, like he always is.

"thanks," you say quietly, and he nods, brushing it off like it's no big deal.

"yeah, well, don't make a habit of it," he says, smirking slightly to lighten the mood. "'m not exactly the nurturing type, you know."

you manage a small smile, and for the first time in what feels like hours, the weight on your chest starts to lift. you're still tired, still shaken, but with him by your side, you feel like you can keep going. like you can face whatever comes next, no matter how dark it gets.

and you know, without a doubt, that he'll be there to pull you back if you ever start to sink again.

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imaginesforfandom · 11 months ago

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A Wolverine's Heartache - Part I

Part II Part III

Requested by Anon!!!

Logan Howlett x fem!Reader

She/Her pronouns used

Summary: On two separate occasions, both Y/N and Logan find jealousy within their friendship.

Y/N couldn't shake the feeling of unease that crept up whenever she saw Logan and Jean together. Jean Grey, with her fiery red hair and telepathic abilities, had a magnetic presence that drew people in – including Logan. Y/N had always considered Logan a close friend, but the way he and Jean interacted left her grappling with an unfamiliar emotion: jealousy.

One day, the three of them found themselves in the mansion's kitchen, preparing a meal together. As they chopped vegetables and exchanged banter, Y/N couldn't help but notice the way Logan's eyes lingered on Jean. The easy camaraderie between them felt like a barrier, and Y/N struggled to find her place in their dynamic.

"What do you think, Y/N?" Jean asked, breaking into Y/N's thoughts.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sounds good," Y/N replied, forcing a smile. She busied herself with the task at hand, trying to push away the irrational feeling of jealousy that clawed at her insides.

Logan noticed her distant expression and furrowed his brow. "Somethin' on your mind, kid?"

Y/N hesitated, then decided to be honest. "It's just… I sometimes feel like I'm the third wheel when you two are together."

Logan glanced at Jean, then back at Y/N, a hint of realization in his eyes. "We're just friends, Y/N. You know that, right?"

Y/N nodded, but the knot of jealousy persisted. It wasn't about doubting their friendship; it was about grappling with a longing she couldn't quite put into words. As days passed, the tension lingered, and Y/N found herself withdrawing, avoiding situations where she might witness Logan and Jean's closeness.

One evening, Y/N sat alone in the garden, contemplating her feelings. Storm, sensing her distress, approached and took a seat beside her. "You seem troubled, Y/N. Care to share?"

Y/N sighed, looking up at the stars. "I don't know, Storm. It's just… Logan and Jean, they have this connection. I can't help feeling like I'm on the outside."

Storm placed a comforting hand on Y/N's shoulder. "Sometimes, we create our own barriers. Have you talked to Logan about how you feel?"

Y/N shook her head. "I don't want to cause any problems. They're happy together, and I'm just the friend."

Storm smiled gently. "Communication is the key. You may be surprised at what you find."

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Logan clenched his jaw as he watched Y/N and Hank engage in a lively conversation across the lab. The two shared a camaraderie that went beyond mere friendship, and it left a bitter taste in Logan's mouth. He had never been one to easily admit his feelings, especially when it came to matters of the heart, but the sight of Y/N and Hank together stirred a deep-seated jealousy within him.

It wasn't that Logan doubted Y/N's friendship or loyalty. Hank was a brilliant scientist, and they often found common ground in their discussions about mutations and experiments. Yet, there was an intimacy in the way Y/N laughed at Hank's jokes and the ease with which they collaborated on various projects that struck a nerve with Logan.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the Xavier Institute, Logan found himself nursing a drink at the mansion's makeshift bar. Y/N and Hank were engrossed in a lively debate in the corner, their laughter rising above the low hum of conversations.

Storm, sensing Logan's unease, joined him at the bar. "Something on your mind, Logan?" she asked, her keen eyes noting the tension in his posture.

Logan grunted, taking a swig of his drink. "Just ain't sittin' right with me, that's all."

Storm followed his gaze to where Y/N and Hank were still deep in conversation. "Y/N values her connections with all of us. Hank is a friend, nothing more."

Logan's gaze hardened, his knuckles white around the glass. "I know that, Storm. It's just…damn it, I can't help feelin' like I'm playin' second fiddle to that furball."

Storm raised an eyebrow, her expression softening. "Jealousy, Logan?"

He scoffed, avoiding eye contact. "Ain't my style."

But Storm saw through the facade. "Maybe it's time to talk to Y/N. Let her know how you feel. Communication can clear the air, my friend."

Logan grunted again, mulling over Storm's words. As the night wore on, the tension between him and Hank remained unspoken, simmering beneath the surface. Little did Logan know that the impending tragedy on the horizon would soon force him to confront his feelings, revealing the depth of his emotions in a way he had never anticipated.

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second part should be out tomorrow!! thank you again to the Anon that requested this 😊 i hope you don't mind that i'm including both of the requests into one fic!

#logan howlett #james howlett #wolverine #logan howlett x reader #james howlett x reader #wolverine x reader #logan howlett x you #james howlett x you #wolverine x you #logan howlett x y/n #james howlett x y/n #wolverine x y/n #logan howlett oneshot #james howlett oneshot #wolverine oneshot #logan howlett imagine #james howlett imagine #wolverine imagine

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b1mbodoll · 7 months ago

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTL2s1xXd/

OKAY BUT LIKE. WHO IN ENHA?

pairings: lee heeseung, park jongseong, sim jaeyun, park sunghoon, kim sunoo, and yang jungwon x f! reader

warnings: groping + oral + exhibitionism kinda

💌: link ☆ um warning: bimbo tries to write hot biker! en- scenarios without knowing anything abt motorcycles!!!! can u sit in front of the person driving the bike?? idk!!! but it’s hot in this so wtvr!! hope u like this, sweetheart <3

likes to be groped: heeseung + sunghoon + sunoo

does the groping: jake + jay

likes to be groped / does the groping: jungwon (sunghoon too!! the hoonie brainrot is bad, sue me!!!!)

hee, hoon n noo like when you feel them up n it makes them so desperate to get home n fuck you <3 for heeseung and sunghoon, it drives them crazy when you teasingly run your hand along their toned stomach, even going as far as to rub their cock softly, enough to get them all worked up but not enough to make them cum. they’ll play it off n act all nonchalant but they’re rly fightin off a halfie n planning to make you beg for them; these two want you pawing at their thighs n whining for their cock when you’re alone. sunoo however, isn’t afraid to let you know what you do to him. you know how much he likes it n he’ll happily let you feel him up the whole ride, rewarding you as soon as you step foot in your bedroom by eating you out like your pretty cunt is his last meal on earth. when sun finally buries his cock inside of you, he needs to feel you running ur hands along his body. whether it’s you grasping at his back or squeezing his broad shoulders to ground yourself as he pounds your sensitive pussy, he lives for it.

jake and jay like sittin behind you, pressing their toned chest right up against your back, revving the engine every now n then to stimulate your sweet lil cunt when it rumbles beneath you. if ur at a redlight, don’t be surprised when a firm hand squeezes your tits harshly, digging their fingers into the soft flesh. you can feel their chuckles at your surprised gasp, heat rising to your cheeks bc there are cars around you n he feels absolutely no shame. you’re his gorgeous girl, how could he pass up the opportunity to feel you up? they love sitting behind you bc as you watch his large hand wrap around the handles n control the bike it nearly has you drooling, unknowingly pressing against his semihard cock bc you need to feel them inside of you.

jungwon, in my opinion, likes both of these things because it’s you <3 he feels up his cute lil gf while you’re sat in front, lookin pretty just for him bc he’s obsessed with the sight of you on his bike and he can’t get enough of you, eager to feel you n touch you n make you want more, til you’re desperate to feel him rubbing your clit n fingerfucking your pussy even though he can’t do anything at the moment. if you’re behind him though, feel free to do whatever you want. squeeze his cock n giggle when he grunts, accidentally driving a bit recklessly bc of it 🤭

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gh0stsp1d3r · 6 months ago

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ℳ𝒶𝓎𝒷𝒶𝓃𝓀𝓈 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉ℯ𝓇

the prologue- piece of shit

Series masterlist

Warnings- mental/physical abuse, neglect, mentions of blood, read at ur own risk

“J.” You sighed in relief when he came out, wrapping your arms around him quickly and tightly.

“Hey, y/n.” He mumbled, returning the gesture.

You all walked outside, your heart sinking with each step.

“I wonder what restitutions gonna be on a 2019 Malibu.”

“I’ll pay it off. All of it. I swear, dad.” JJ said.

“Shit. 30k? When you gonna clear that, big guy? When all you do is smoke weed and hang out on the south side?”

JJ looked at the ground, you worried for him as you both stopped in front of the car.

“Get in the car.” Luke spoke, getting into the drivers. “Let’s go.”

You looked at JJ, giving him a small smile and patting his shoulder before going into the backseat.

JJ sat, Luke staring ahead at the street in front of him.

“Dad, I swear-“

JJ was cut off when your dad lunged at him, punching him. You let out a scream, trying to stop your dad and pull him off, but he just pushed you back into the seat.

Luke got on top of him, JJ struggled against him.

“Thirty thousand dollars! Do you know what you did to me? Damn-“ he yelled, JJ groaning in pain.

You shouted in the back seat, sobbing out your brothers name while your dad and him argued, your dad hitting him multiple times, his blood splattering onto the windows.

You desperately tried to grab your father’s hands, try to pull them away, but he just slapped your hands away, all his focus still on JJ, who he felt had disrespected him.

You shouted and cried, JJ leaning his head against the bloody window as your father finally stopped, leaning back in his seat.

—-

The drive back was Luke shouting at JJ, while you tried to intervene from time to time.

“Dad, that wasn’t his fault, It wa-“

“You, shut up! I told you already, young lady, stop tryna defend him!” He slammed his hand onto the steering wheel, you swallowing the lump in your throat.

JJ had glanced back from the side, shaking his head at you, his way of telling you to stop. When you got back home, JJ stormed into his room, pacing.

You began to follow JJ before your dad stopped you.

“Jesus, stop followin’ him. Go get me a fuckin’ beer. Or two.” He said to you, nodding over to the kitchen. You sighed, going into the kitchen and grabbing two bottles, handing them to him. He popped them open and began to shout again, making you flinch.

“By sittin’ around doing nothing! I’m gonna tell you right now, you are a worthless piece of shit!” Luke shouted.

You felt terrible, scratching at your skin as you looked down at the floor, you felt like a failure of an older sister. Always at your dad’s beck and call- it was why he had a little bit of a soft spot for you. He didn’t hit you as much as he did JJ.

No, he more so liked to throw misogynistic comments at you. Or call you names, or toss insults and scream and yell. But he rarely hit you- only when you did something truly to piss him off.

Like that one time when you showed up to school and had told some counselor about what he did. You were 13 at that time and he never forgot about it.

But JJ always got the worst end of it, he was the one getting hit more than anything, you didn’t know whether it was because of your mom or whether it was because of his rebellious nature.

“Shut up!” He shouted from inside his room, pacing it with his hands tugging at the roots of his hair.

“Your mama knew.”

“Shut up!” He was enraged at the mention of his mom, God he hated it. Your heart sunk at it.

JJ threw things around the room, growling and screaming in anger, they continued to go back and fourth for a while.

“Get your ass in here!” Luke shouted, you watched the two argue again for a while, things escalating until you broke it up.

“Dad, dad, chill out, okay? It’s done.” You spoke, putting your hands on your dad’s chest. He heaved, JJ stepped back away from him.

“Why do you always fuckin’ protect him?” He asked you now, looking down at you.

You didn’t answer, just looked back down to the ground.

“Huh? I asked you a question! Why, y/n?!” He scoffed. You shook your head and began to cry again.

Luke backed away, shaking his head as he sat back down onto the couch.

“God, I raised a bunch of fucking losers.” He mumbled with a laugh, taking another sip of his beer.

Finally, Luke had fallen asleep and you and JJ were left alone out in the living room.

“Jj..” you mumbled, sitting in front of him now with a bandage and some alcohol.

He breathed heavily, not glancing up at you.

“Can you let me clean it at least?” You whispered to him, tears falling down your face again. He looked at you now, and back at his dad.

“Please?” You pleaded, he didn’t say anything as you dabbed his face with a cloth full of alcohol.

“Sorry.” You told him when he winced in pain. He didn’t respond. You grabbed a pink bandaid- the only ones left you had, putting it onto his face and sighing, standing up again.

He wordlessly walked to his room, packing a bag full of clothes and other things. You furrowed your eyebrows, eyes following his every move.

“J?” You questioned when he stood at the door, bag slung over his shoulder. You stood up, going to him now.

“I gotta go, y/n. I can’t be here.” He told you, your hands going to his face, rubbing off the dirt he had.

“What? Jj, I- I mean I know tha-“

“You should leave too.” He told you, you shaking your head.

“I- JJ, I get it, I do, but I- I mean-“

“I gotta go, y/n. I can’t do this anymore. I’m not goin’ to.”

“Are you gonna be back- or- or-“ you stuttered out.

He shook his head. “If you need anything, I’m at John B’s. You know that.” He held back tears of his own.

“Jj, what about- you’re just leaving me?”

“Then come with me-“

“I can’t! I can’t, I can’t, I can’t.” You whispered to him, shaking your head. “I can’t, JJ.”

“I’m sorry.” He said again, pushing your hand away from his face.

“J- JJ- are you serious right now?” You laughed like it was some sick joke, following him outside, he swallowed the lump in his throat.

“JJ!” You shouted as he started his bike and drove away, giving you one last glance.

“Fuck.” You cried out, sitting on the grass, putting your hands over your head. You were completely and utterly alone.

—-

JJ didn’t talk to you for months after that, you’d been busy taking care of your dad and make sure he didn’t end up in jail again.

And you ended up paying off the 30k, slowly and gradually with the money you had saved up for college or a car. You didn’t know what for, really. Just saved it up since you were 10.

Along with that, you’d taken on three jobs. Things seemed okay for a little, you had a boyfriend for a few months, Luke was out of jail, and you had managed to keep three steady jobs for a while.

That was until JJ showed up again, taking the keys to the phantom. Everything changed after that.

#jj maybank x sister reader #jj maybank x reader #maybanks sister #maybank!reader #jj maybank x y/n #rafe cameron series #rafe cameron x reader

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pandapetals · 2 months ago

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Reminisce

You and Logan reminisce about the early days of being married.

professor logan howlett x professor fem!reader - married couple, cute, fluff, teasing, no y/n used, no reader description, your an english professor, logan is a history professor - imagine days of future past logan with the white streaks in his hair

read on ao3 or find more parts for the series: here

divider credit: @enchanthings

The garden was bathed in soft, silvery light, the moon hanging low in the sky, casting gentle shadows across the path. You and Logan walked hand in hand, the cool night air whispering through the leaves, carrying with it the faint scent of jasmine and earth. The quiet hum of crickets filled the space between your words, a perfect, tranquil counterpoint to the soft rustling of your footsteps against the stone path.

After a long day of teaching, grading papers, and juggling the usual chaos, moments like this—just the two of you, alone under the stars—felt like a rare treasure. Logan’s thumb brushed absently over the back of your hand, a gesture so small yet so grounding, reminding you that, even in the stillness, you were his.

"I needed this," you sighed, leaning into his warmth as your shoulder brushed against his. "It’s like the whole world disappears out here."

Logan let out a low, contented hum, his fingers tightening slightly around yours. "Yeah. Thought you could use a little quiet," he murmured, his voice soft, gravelly. "You were lookin’ a little stressed earlier. Thought I’d drag you out for a walk."

"Dragged me?" you teased, glancing up at him, your lips quirking into a smile. "Pretty sure I came willingly."

He chuckled, that deep, familiar sound that always made you feel like everything was right in the world. "Well, I wasn’t gonna let you get away with sittin’ at that desk all night, grading papers ‘til you fall asleep on them again."

You laughed, the memory of that happening just last week making your cheeks flush slightly. "Okay, fair. But if I remember correctly, you were the one who carried me to bed without waking me up."

Logan grunted, a soft smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, well, figured you’d had enough."

The two of you continued walking, the gentle rustle of leaves overhead blending with the distant chirp of crickets. The moonlight cast long shadows across the garden, turning the world into something ethereal, dreamlike. You could feel the day’s tension melting away, replaced by the quiet contentment that only came when you were with him.

After a while, Logan broke the silence, his voice a little softer, more thoughtful. "You remember when we first got married?" he asked, his thumb still tracing lazy circles on the back of your hand.

You smiled, tilting your head as you thought back to those early days. "How could I forget? You were always trying to cook for me, even though you’re terrible at it."

Logan let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. "Wasn’t that bad," he grumbled, though you could hear the humor in his voice. "Besides, I remember someone tryin’ to teach me how to make pasta from scratch."

"Oh, that was a disaster," you laughed, giving him a playful nudge. "Flour everywhere. I think we found some in your hair for days afterward."

"Yeah, but it was worth it," he replied, his voice dipping into that familiar, tender tone. "You looked so damn happy, even though we ended up orderin’ pizza."

"I was happy," you said softly, squeezing his hand. "Still am."

Logan’s gaze softened as he looked down at you, the moonlight catching the faint white streaks in his hair. There was a warmth in his eyes, something deep and steady, the kind of love that had grown over time, through quiet nights like this and chaotic mornings where you were both rushing out the door.

"You always knew how to keep things... interesting," you teased, a playful smirk dancing on your lips as you remembered another moment from your early days as newlyweds. "Like that time you insisted on building that ridiculous bookshelf instead of buying one."

Logan huffed, though the corner of his mouth twitched upward. "Hey, it wasn’t ridiculous. It just... didn’t turn out exactly the way I planned."

"Didn’t turn out?" you laughed, stepping in front of him and walking backward as you faced him. "Logan, it was leaning so far to the left that even the books were trying to escape!"

He chuckled, pulling you closer as he stopped in his tracks, his arms slipping around your waist, holding you against him. "Alright, alright. So, I’m not the best with a hammer," he muttered, his lips brushing the top of your head. "But at least I’m good at somethin’, right?"

You smiled, resting your hands on his chest as you leaned into him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breath. "Yeah, you’re pretty good at a few things," you admitted playfully, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. "Like dragging me out for moonlit walks when I need them most."

Logan’s gaze softened, his rough hands sliding up your back, settling at the small of your waist. "Well, somebody’s gotta take care of you," he murmured, his voice low and warm. "Besides, you take care of me every day, darlin’."

You smiled, a quiet kind of happiness filling your chest as you rested your head against his shoulder. The garden was still, save for the faint rustle of leaves in the breeze and the distant hum of night sounds. In moments like this, it was easy to forget the outside world, to just be here—together.

After a moment, you asked, your voice soft against the quiet night, "Do you ever miss those early days?"

Logan was quiet for a moment, his arms tightening around you just a little. "Nah," he said, his voice thoughtful. "I mean, sure, they were good days. But this—" he gestured around, his hand brushing against your back—"this is better. I like where we are now. I like us now."

You felt your heart swell at his words, warmth spreading through your chest. "I do, too," you whispered, your fingers curling gently into his shirt. "Even if you can’t cook or build a bookshelf to save your life."

Logan laughed, the sound vibrating through his chest, and you felt his lips press against the top of your head again. "Guess I’ll stick to what I’m good at, then," he teased, his voice a low rumble.

"And what’s that?" you asked, pulling back just enough to look up at him, your eyes meeting his.

Logan’s smile softened, his hand coming up to cradle your cheek as he leaned down, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Lovin’ you."

Your breath caught, the simplicity of the words hitting you in a way that left you speechless for a moment. You smiled, your hand coming up to cover his as you leaned into his touch. "You’re pretty good at that," you murmured, your voice barely audible.

In the quiet of the garden, under the moon’s gentle light, Logan kissed you, slow and tender, as if to prove his point—no embellishments, no historical accuracy needed, just the simple, undeniable truth of the love you shared.

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wolvietxt · 15 days ago

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series masterlist taglist form pairing : logan howlett x reader warnings : jealousy, mentions of food + cooking together, fluff, slightly suggestive, light angst, fluff, happy ending wc : 4.6k a/n : this is a weird little chapter, the storyline isn’t really clicking in my head anymore, so enjoy this last chapter which is just little snapshots into their relationship😖

logan hadn’t left your side all day.

it wasn’t subtle - not the way his hand found the small of your back when you passed in the hallway, or how his rough voice softened whenever he addressed you. he’d been like this since last night, a quiet intensity in his actions that you couldn’t quite name but felt deeply. it was comforting and overwhelming all at once.

you sat together on the couch in one of the x-mansion’s quieter lounges, where the fire crackled in the hearth, painting the room in a warm amber glow. no one else lingered nearby, the hour late enough that the mansion had mostly gone still. logan had been uncharacteristically patient as you sifted through a book - not actually reading, just needing something to occupy your hands. his arm rested along the back of the couch, close but not quite touching you.

"you’re awfully quiet tonight, sweetheart," he finally said, his voice a low rumble that broke the silence.

the endearment caught you off guard - not because he hadn’t used it before, but because it was still so new, still carried so much weight. your chest tightened, though not unpleasantly, and you glanced up at him, his sharp gaze already on you.

"just tired," you murmured. it wasn’t untrue, but it wasn’t everything either.

logan shifted closer, the couch dipping under his weight. his hand reached out, rough fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. "you thinkin’ too much again?" he asked, his tone edged with gruff concern.

you smiled faintly, unable to help it. "i guess so."

his brows furrowed, his thumb trailing briefly along your cheekbone. "listen," he began, hesitating for a moment before continuing, "i know i ain’t been... easy. but i mean it when i say i’m tryin’, darlin’."

your heart ached at the raw honesty in his voice. logan didn’t apologize often - he wasn’t wired that way - but this wasn’t about the words. it was about the way he looked at you now, the vulnerability hidden beneath his tough exterior.

"i know you are," you said softly.

he exhaled, shoulders relaxing as if your acknowledgment eased something deep inside him. "good. ‘cause you mean too damn much to me to screw this up."

your breath hitched, the weight of his admission settling over you. it wasn’t poetic or perfect, but it was logan - real, unfiltered, and entirely sincere.

unable to find the right words, you leaned into him instead, your head resting against his shoulder. his arm came around you instantly, pulling you closer, his hold firm but gentle.

"you’re not screwing anything up," you said after a moment, your voice muffled against his shirt.

logan chuckled, the sound low and warm. "guess we’ll see ‘bout that."

he didn’t let you move far from him after that. his hand stayed firm against your side, as if anchoring you, while his other came up to rest on your knee. it wasn’t possessive - just solid, grounding. you wondered if he even realized how much he did that, how his instinct was always to make you feel safe.

the firelight flickered in his eyes, softening the usual sharpness there. he shifted slightly, angling himself to see you better. "yer too hard on yourself, y’know," he muttered, the words almost grumbled, like they were difficult for him to admit.

you blinked at him, confused. "what do you mean?"

"i mean you’re sittin’ here, lookin’ like you got the weight of the damn world on your shoulders," he said, his thumb absently brushing a slow circle against your knee. "you don’t gotta carry everything by yourself, darlin’. not when i’m right here."

the quiet conviction in his voice undid something in you. logan had always been the kind of person to fix things with his hands, to fight or protect or mend in ways that didn’t rely on words. but tonight, he was saying exactly what you needed to hear.

you didn’t realize you were crying until his fingers caught a stray tear on your cheek.

"hey," he said softly, leaning closer. "what’s all this for?"

you shook your head, a watery laugh escaping despite yourself. "i don’t know," you admitted, wiping at your face with a shaky hand. "just... everything, i guess."

"aw, c’mere," he murmured, pulling you fully into his lap without hesitation.

you didn’t resist, letting him wrap his arms around you completely. he tucked your head under his chin, his hands running soothingly up and down your back.

"you’re somethin’ else, sweetheart," he said quietly, his breath warm against your hair. "don’t know how you put up with me."

"you’re not as bad as you think," you whispered, your fingers curling into his shirt.

logan huffed a laugh, low and rough, and you felt it vibrate through his chest. you stayed like that for a while, the room quiet except for the crackle of the fire and the steady rhythm of his breathing.

when you finally pulled back to look at him, his hand came up to cradle your face again, his thumb brushing over your cheek. his expression was softer than you’d ever seen it, an openness there that made your heart ache in the best way.

"you okay now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

you nodded, leaning into his touch. "yeah. thanks to you."

logan’s lips quirked into a small, crooked smile. "good."

he kissed your forehead then, slow and deliberate, as if sealing the moment between you.

"c’mon," he said after a beat, his arms still loosely around you. "let’s get some sleep. i’ll stick close, just in case you start overthinkin’ again."

you laughed softly, letting him guide you to your feet. "you sure you’re not just making excuses to stay near me?"

logan raised a brow, smirking. "damn right i am."

and for the first time in what felt like forever, you let yourself believe that things could really be this good.

logan’s hand lingered on yours longer than it should’ve when you passed him a cup of coffee the next morning. it was a small gesture, fleeting, but it sent a warmth through you that had nothing to do with the steaming drink. his touch was rough, calloused, yet careful, as if he was afraid of pushing too hard.

“thanks,” he mumbled, his voice gravelly from sleep.

“don’t mention it,” you replied, flashing him a soft smile. you weren’t used to mornings like this - quiet and unhurried, where logan wasn’t already halfway out the door or brooding in some corner.

he sat across from you at the table, his gaze flickering between the mug and the window. the sunlight caught on the silver streaks in his hair, softening his usual sharpness. you didn’t say much; you didn’t need to.

the silence between you had shifted - no longer heavy with unspoken tensions but something... lighter.

you found yourselves alone in the training room later that day, an accidental coincidence, or maybe not.

“you’re getting sloppy,” logan said, his tone gruff but without the usual edge.

you rolled your eyes, leaning on the padded wall to catch your breath. “says the guy who hasn’t sparred me in weeks.”

he smirked, stepping closer, his shadow falling over you. “you sure you’re ready for me?”

“always.”

the first hit came quick, but you dodged it, twisting away with a grin. sparring with logan wasn’t just training; it was a dance, a test of wit as much as skill. and for the first time, it felt like you were evenly matched - not just in the ring but in how you read each other.

he pulled his punches just enough, and you met his strikes with the same restraint. when he caught you around the waist, pinning you down to the mat, his breath warm against your ear, you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you.

“what’s so funny?” he asked, though there was a glint of amusement in his eyes.

“you’re holding back,” you teased, still trapped beneath him.

“don’t get used to it, baby,” he shot back, the nickname slipping out like second nature. his eyes widened slightly, as if realizing what he’d said, but he didn’t take it back.

instead, he released you and stood, offering you a hand up. when you took it, his grip was firm but not rough, steadying you as if he wanted to make sure you wouldn’t fall.

“same time tomorrow?” you asked, trying to ignore the way your heart was racing.

he nodded, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “yeah.”

that night, you found him in the library, a glass of whiskey in his hand and an old book on the table in front of him. he didn’t look up when you entered, but you could feel the shift in the air, the way his shoulders relaxed ever so slightly.

“mind if i join you?”

he shrugged, gesturing to the seat across from him. “free country.”

you sat down, pulling a book off the nearest shelf more for show than anything else.

“you always this friendly after sparring?” you asked after a moment, your voice light.

logan chuckled, low and rough. “depends on the company.”

you raised an eyebrow. “so i’m good company now?”

he didn’t answer, but the faint smirk on his face said enough.

for the next hour, you sat in companionable silence, the crackle of the fire the only sound. every now and then, you’d glance up to find him watching you, his expression unreadable but softer than usual.

when you finally got up to leave, he spoke, his voice quieter than you’d ever heard it. “sleep well, darlin’.”

it wasn’t much, but it was enough to send you to bed with a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the fire.

days turned into weeks, and the fragile bond between you grew stronger with each passing moment. logan wasn’t one for grand gestures, but he didn’t need to be. it was in the little things - the way he’d save you the last cup of coffee in the morning or how he’d linger just a second longer when your hands brushed.

he still had his rough edges, still growled and grumbled more often than not, but there was a softness beneath it all, a quiet care that he didn’t try to hide anymore.

and you? you found yourself falling into a rhythm with him, a push and pull that felt as natural as breathing.

one evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, you found yourselves on the porch, the world bathed in golden light.

“you ever think about just... getting away?” logan asked, his voice thoughtful.

you looked at him, surprised. “getting away from what?”

“all of it,” he said, gesturing vaguely. “the missions, the danger, the... noise.”

you considered his words, your gaze drifting to the horizon. “sometimes,” you admitted. “but i don’t think i’d ever stop looking over my shoulder.”

“yeah,” he muttered, his jaw tightening. “me neither.”

you placed a hand on his arm, your touch light but grounding. “but we’re not alone, logan. we’ve got each other, right?”

he looked at you then, his eyes searching yours as if trying to find the truth in your words. after a moment, he nodded, his hand covering yours.

“yeah,” he said quietly. “we do.”

and for the first time, it felt like maybe, just maybe, the both of you were exactly where you were meant to be.

logan’s lips crushed against yours the moment you closed the door to his room. it wasn’t the first time you’d stolen a few moments together like this, but tonight felt different - more urgent, more consuming. his hands gripped your waist, pulling you flush against him, the heat of his body searing through the thin fabric of your shirt.

“you’ve been drivin’ me crazy all day, darlin’,” he muttered against your mouth, his voice low and rough. the words sent a shiver down your spine, and you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.

“yeah?” you teased, breathless. “what’re you gonna do about it?”

logan didn’t answer with words. instead, he backed you up against the wall, his lips trailing down your neck, leaving a heated path in their wake. your head tilted back, a soft gasp escaping you as his teeth grazed your skin.

“keep quiet,” he murmured, his voice barely above a growl. “walls ain’t exactly soundproof.”

you bit your lip, trying to stifle a laugh, but it quickly turned into a quiet moan when his hands slid under your shirt, his touch rough but careful. he kissed you again, deeper this time, and you could feel the tension in his body, the restraint he was barely holding onto.

you were just about to lose yourself completely when the doorknob rattled.

“logan? you in there?”

both of you froze, your heart leaping into your throat. scott’s voice was unmistakable, and it was far too close for comfort.

logan pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he muttered a string of curses under his breath.

“stay quiet,” he mouthed, his eyes meeting yours with a mix of annoyance and amusement.

“logan, we’ve got a situation downstairs,” scott continued, his tone impatient.

“yeah, yeah,” logan called back, his voice gruff. “gimme a minute.”

you clamped a hand over your mouth to stifle a laugh, and logan shot you a warning look that was entirely undermined by the faint smirk tugging at his lips.

“you’d better not be doing anything stupid,” scott added, his footsteps retreating down the hall.

as soon as the sound of his boots faded, you let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, your shoulders shaking with silent laughter.

logan shook his head, a grin breaking through his usual scowl. “you think this is funny?”

“a little,” you admitted, though your cheeks burned with embarrassment.

he leaned in again, his lips brushing against yours in a way that made your knees weak. “then maybe you need a reminder to keep that mouth of yours quiet next time.”

your laugh dissolved into another kiss, and this time, neither of you cared about the risk of getting caught.

you were laughing, leaning on the kitchen counter as bobby attempted some ridiculous story about his latest stunt with his ice powers. the way you lit up the room - head tilted back, eyes crinkled with amusement - was magnetic. you always had that effect, drawing people in like moths to a flame.

logan had walked in moments earlier, unnoticed, and the sight of you surrounded by laughter hit him like a sucker punch. it wasn’t your laughter, though. it was bobby’s face - bright, playful, maybe a little too damn charmed by you - that set his teeth on edge.

“funny guy, huh?” logan’s gruff voice cut through the chatter, his presence suddenly filling the room. the atmosphere shifted immediately. you glanced up at him, smiling instinctively, but his expression was unreadable.

“logan,” you greeted warmly, though there was a flicker of confusion in your eyes. “what’s up?”

“just passin’ through,” he muttered, arms crossing over his chest as he leaned against the doorframe. his gaze flicked between you and bobby before landing firmly on the latter. “don’t let me interrupt.”

bobby blinked, glancing at you and then back at logan. “uh, no, you’re good. i was just telling her about the - ”

“yeah, i heard,” logan cut him off, voice flat. “guess you’ve got a knack for stories.”

you frowned, catching the sharp edge in logan’s tone. “bobby was just being funny,” you said lightly, trying to defuse whatever this was. “it’s nothing serious.”

logan’s jaw tightened, his eyes flickering to yours. “sure doesn’t look like nothin’,” he muttered under his breath, just loud enough for you to catch.

bobby, either oblivious or too nervous to address the tension, quickly excused himself. “uh, i’ve gotta go... do, uh, something. catch you later!” he darted out, leaving you and logan alone in the now-silent kitchen.

“what the hell was that?” you asked, crossing your arms as you turned to face him.

logan shrugged, nonchalant. “what was what?”

“don’t play dumb,” you said, your voice tinged with exasperation. “you were acting... weird.”

he scoffed, pushing off the doorframe. “wasn’t actin’ any kinda way.”

“logan.” you stepped closer, searching his face. “if you’ve got something to say, just say it.”

he avoided your gaze, tension radiating off him. “don’t know what you’re talkin’ about.”

you sighed, frustration bubbling up. “why are you acting jealous?”

his head snapped toward you, eyes narrowing. “jealous? me? of that kid?”

“yes, you,” you said, throwing your hands up. “you don’t need to be. bobby’s just... bobby. he’s a friend.”

logan’s expression darkened, his voice low. “didn’t look like ‘just a friend’ from where i was standin’.”

you stared at him, incredulous. “are you serious right now? bobby and i were literally just talking.”

“yeah, well, maybe i don’t like the way he looks at you,” logan snapped, his voice rougher than he intended. the words hung in the air, heavy and unspoken for a beat too long.

you softened slightly, stepping closer. “logan,” you said, gentler now. “you don’t have to worry about anyone else. it’s you. it’s always been you.”

his jaw worked, his defenses still up, but your words seemed to chip away at the wall he’d thrown up. he didn’t respond, but his posture shifted, less rigid now.

“can we just... not do this?” you asked, placing a hand on his arm. “please?”

logan sighed, the tension finally easing from his shoulders. “yeah,” he muttered, his voice quieter. “sorry. didn’t mean to...”

“it’s okay,” you interrupted softly. “just... trust me, okay?”

his gaze met yours, a flicker of something raw and unspoken in his eyes. he gave a small nod, the smallest crack in his usual gruff exterior. “i’ll try.”

logan was quieter than usual after the kitchen incident. it wasn’t like him to sulk - if anything, he preferred to keep himself busy when something was on his mind - but today, he lingered. even as you moved through your routine, you could feel his eyes following you, his presence hovering like a storm cloud.

when you finally had enough, you found him in the gym, pretending to focus on some heavy bag that had long since given up under his relentless punches.

“logan,” you called, stepping into the room.

he paused mid-swing, turning toward you. his brows were drawn low, jaw set tight, but the flicker of hesitation in his eyes softened the edges of his scowl.

“what?” he asked, the single word gruff but not unkind.

you crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe. “are you gonna talk to me about what happened earlier? or are we just gonna keep pretending everything’s fine?”

he scoffed, wiping his hands on a towel slung over his shoulder. “don’t know what there is to talk about.”

“really?” you raised a brow. “because it seems like you got upset over nothing and haven’t let it go since.”

he muttered something under his breath and turned back to the bag, but you weren’t about to let him escape this time. you marched forward, planting yourself in front of him, forcing him to look at you.

“logan, talk to me,” you insisted, your tone firm but not unkind.

his eyes flicked to yours, reluctant but unable to resist the pull of your sincerity. he took a step back, running a hand through his hair. “it’s nothin’, alright? just... don’t like the way people look at you sometimes.”

you blinked, caught off guard by the quiet admission. “logan... you know you don’t have to worry about that, right? no one else matters to me.”

“yeah, I know,” he said, his voice low. “it’s just... hard to turn that part of me off, y’know? seein’ someone else lookin’ at you like... like they could just take you away -”

“no one’s taking me away,” you interrupted, stepping closer. “not bobby, not anyone. i’m here. with you. always.”

his gaze dropped, the tension in his shoulders finally starting to ease. “you say that now, but... things change. people change.”

“not me,” you said firmly, reaching out to take his hand. his calloused fingers curled instinctively around yours, the contact grounding him in a way nothing else could. “i don’t care how many people look at me or talk to me. none of them matter the way you do.”

he let out a heavy sigh, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “you’re too damn good for me, y’know that?”

“don’t start with that,” you said, squeezing his hand. “i’m here because i want to be. because i care about you. and you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

a small, wry smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and for the first time all day, the storm in his eyes began to clear. “guess i’ll just have to keep you then.”

“damn right you will,” you said, grinning.

he chuckled, a low, rumbling sound that made your heart ache in the best way. his free hand came up to cup your cheek, his touch gentle despite the strength behind it. “you’re somethin’ else, y’know that?”

“yeah, i’ve heard,” you teased, leaning into his hand.

his smile softened, and before you could say anything else, he leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was slow and deliberate, full of all the things he couldn’t put into words. it wasn’t rushed or heated, but it left you breathless all the same, your hands finding their way to his chest as his fingers threaded through your hair.

the kiss deepened, his arm slipping around your waist to pull you closer, and for a moment, everything else fell away. no jealousy, no doubts, no outside world - just the two of you, tangled in each other.

you broke away only when the need for air became too much, your forehead resting against his as you tried to steady your breathing.

“feel better now?” you asked, a little breathless.

“maybe,” he muttered, but the small smirk on his lips told you all you needed to know.

the kitchen was bathed in the warm glow of evening light, the scent of garlic and herbs mingling with the rich tang of tomato sauce. you stood at the stove, focused on stirring, the rhythmic motion soothing as you lost yourself in the process. the soft hum of a song you’d been playing earlier still lingered in the air, blending with the faint sounds of the mansion outside. it was a rare moment of quiet, just you and logan, finding comfort in the simplicity of cooking together.

“you’re gonna burn dinner if you keep staring at me like that,” logan’s voice came, deep and teasing, from behind. the heat in your cheeks had nothing to do with the stove, but you couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at your lips.

you didn’t turn around immediately, taking a moment to savor the way he always seemed to make your pulse quicken without even trying. when you finally met his gaze, the corners of his mouth were curled up in that smirk you’d come to know so well. he leaned against the doorframe, arms folded over his chest, eyes glinting with amusement.

“maybe i just want you to distract me,” you teased, tilting your head and letting the words hang between you. you felt a rush of exhilaration at the way his eyes darkened, the smirk giving way to something deeper, more intent.

“oh, i can do that,” he said, pushing off the doorframe and closing the space between you in a few long strides. his hands found your waist, strong and secure, pulling you close enough that the air between you was charged. his fingers splayed over the fabric of your shirt, and the touch sent a shiver up your spine.

“i can’t reach you if you’re too high up,” he muttered, eyes glancing down at the counter, then back up to yours. before you could react, he lifted you effortlessly, setting you on the edge of the countertop. the sound of a spoon clattering to the floor barely registered as you let out a startled laugh, the warmth of his body pressing into yours.

the soft hum of the sauce simmering behind you was forgotten as logan leaned in, brushing his lips over yours in a kiss that was warm, tender, and almost unbearably slow. your heart stuttered, a sharp jolt of longing coursing through you. the heat between you seemed to seep into your skin, filling every space with the kind of comfort you didn’t know you craved until now.

“log - ” you started, but the word dissolved into a soft breath as he deepened the kiss, the rough edge of his stubble scraping gently against your skin. the kiss was unhurried, as if he were trying to savor every second, every touch, before the world outside could pull you away.

“damn it, we’re gonna set off the smoke detector,” you managed to say when he pulled back just enough to look at you, his chest heaving slightly. the smoke detector was already starting its impatient chirp, but he just chuckled, pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

“let’s forget about it for a while,” he whispered, and you knew he wasn’t just talking about the smoke.

but reality had a way of reminding you of its presence. the faint, acrid smell of burning garlic reached your nose, and a flash of smoke curled into the air. the sauce, left unattended, had turned from a rich, warm red to a deep, unappetizing black. you gasped, scrambling to reach the pot and turn the burner off, but logan’s hands were at your hips, holding you steady.

“log, the sauce - ” you said, half-laughing, half-panicked as you glanced at the mess.

“who needs it?” he replied, voice low, eyes full of mischief. he dropped a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, then another, and you let out a laugh that felt free and light. the room filled with the sound of the smoke detector blaring, but it was drowned out by the rush of warmth between you two.

“you’re impossible,” you said, but the words carried no real heat. there was no room for anger or frustration when he looked at you like that, eyes full of fondness and a quiet intensity that only he could muster.

“and you love it,” he said, a playful challenge in his voice.

you sighed, wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your forehead to his. the noise of the world outside the kitchen seemed to fade into the background as you let yourself sink into this moment. the soft warmth of his breath mingled with yours, a simple comfort that filled the space between your ribs. he brushed a strand of hair away from your face, the touch gentle enough to make your chest ache.

“yeah,” you whispered, a smile tugging at your lips. “i do.”

he pulled back just enough to look at you, a glint of something unreadable in his eyes. “good. ‘cause i’m not planning on going anywhere.”

the smoke detector was still blaring, but now it felt like a distant noise, a reminder of the chaos that had been and the peace that was now.

“well, we might need to deal with that,” you said, glancing at the beeping alarm.

“after dinner,” he said, leaning in again, his voice deep and inviting. “we’ve got time.”

you nodded, closing your eyes as he pressed his lips to yours, the world around you fading away until it was just the two of you, a promise, and a kitchen full of forgotten dishes and warm, tender moments.

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m4rv3l-girl · 1 month ago

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You’re not empty

Bucky x Y/N

Just an encounter - and a bit of healing for the white wolf…

Requests open

Warning: Some angst.

The city’s lights flickered like broken stars, casting a hazy glow over the streets as Y/N made her way down 9th Avenue.

She checked her phone for the third time, frowning at the lack of response. Bucky was supposed to meet her hours ago. He wasn’t usually one to forget plans, but there’d been a distance to him lately, a subtle drawing away that she couldn’t quite place. Tonight, though, that distance was becoming physical—stretching wider with every unanswered text.

She wandered through the familiar streets, her mind racing with worry and frustration. The occasional neon sign buzzed softly overhead, splashing the damp pavement with colors as she walked. The deep hum of the city around her almost drowned out her thoughts, leaving only the pulsing beat of her heart in the quiet spaces between.

She’d just about given up when a soft, orange glow caught her eye.

Tucked down a side street, a narrow bar with faded lettering on the window gleamed like a forgotten relic from another time.

Inside, she spotted him immediately.

Bucky sat hunched over the counter, shadows pooling under his eyes as he stared down into his drink. He looked distant, almost haunted, like a soldier lost in the memories of battles he’d rather forget. She stood there, watching him from the doorway, her heart tightening at the sight.

Finally, she approached, sliding onto the barstool beside him. He glanced up, a flicker of surprise softening the hard set of his jaw.

“Doll,” he murmured, his voice low and rough. “What’re you doin’ here?”

She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms as she looked at him. “I could ask you the same thing, Bucky. You were supposed to meet me three hours ago. I was starting to think you’d fallen off the face of the earth.”

He looked away, his fingers tightening around his glass. “Guess I just… got sidetracked.”

The tension settled between them, thick and heavy, filling the silence with unspoken words. She watched him closely, the way his shoulders curled in, like he was trying to shrink away from something, or someone.

“Are you going to tell me what’s really going on?” she asked softly.

He sighed, a long, weary exhale that seemed to carry the weight of a thousand sleepless nights. “It’s… it’s nothing, Doll. Just old memories. Bad dreams. Sometimes it’s hard to shake ‘em.”

Her heart ached at the quiet vulnerability in his voice. She knew he had scars—ones that ran far deeper than the metal arm or the haunted look in his eyes. Gently, she reached out, covering his hand with hers.

“You don’t have to deal with it alone, you know,” she murmured. “I’m here. I don’t care how dark it gets.”

He glanced at her, his gaze softening for a moment before he looked away again. “Sometimes I wonder why you stick around. I’m not exactly the easiest person to be with.”

“Maybe I like a challenge,” she teased, nudging him lightly. “Besides, you’re worth it, even if you don’t see it.”

A faint smile tugged at his lips, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You always know how to make a guy feel better, don’t ya?”

“Just part of the job, Serge,” she replied, grinning as he shook his head with a soft chuckle.

“Serge, huh?” he mused, his tone lightening just a bit. “Guess I could get used to that.”

He took another sip of his drink before setting it down, the glass clinking softly against the counter. “C’mon,” he said, standing up and offering her his hand. “Let’s get out of here. The night’s too quiet for sittin’ in a bar.”

She took his hand, the warmth of his fingers grounding her as they left the bar and stepped into the cool night air.

They wandered aimlessly through the city streets, the quiet between them comfortable, each step a slow unraveling of the tension that had been coiled inside him.

They walked until they reached a small park, its iron gates slightly ajar. Bucky led her to a worn fire escape overlooking the cityscape, and they sat down side by side, gazing out at the endless sprawl of lights stretching across the horizon.

After a long silence, he spoke. “Sometimes I feel… empty,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “Like there’s nothing left inside me. Just shadows and echoes of someone I used to be.”

She felt her heart clench, the pain in his words cutting through her like a knife. “You’re not empty, Bucky,” she said softly. “You’re just… healing. It’s not easy, but you’re not alone. You’ve got people who care about you, who want to help. You’ve got me.”

He looked at her then, really looked at her, his blue eyes searching hers with an intensity that made her breath catch. “You mean that, don’t you?” he murmured, almost to himself.

“Of course I do. I wouldn’t be here otherwise.”

He nodded slowly, his gaze drifting back to the city lights. “You make it sound so easy.”

“It’s not,” she admitted, squeezing his hand. “But I’m here for the long haul, Bucky. No matter how hard it gets. I’ll keep reminding you until you believe it.”

He turned to her, his face softening as he reached out to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing against her skin in a gesture so gentle it made her heart ache. “Darling,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I don’t deserve you.”

She smiled, leaning into his touch. “Maybe, maybe not. But that’s not up to you to decide, is it?”

A laugh escaped him, low and soft, filled with a warmth that felt like a glimpse of the person he might become, someday. He pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her as they sat there, letting the quiet comfort of each other’s presence fill the empty spaces in their hearts.

As the first light of dawn broke over the city skyline, he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. “You make all this…” he gestured vaguely to the city, the memories, the loneliness, “feel a little brighter. I don’t know how you do it.”

“Love is a funny thing,” she murmured, smiling up at him. “It has a way of filling even the darkest places with light.”

They stayed there, wrapped in each other’s arms as the city came alive around them, its hum of life blending with the quiet promise between them.

It wasn’t perfect, and it wasn’t easy, but in that moment, with the sun rising over the horizon, they had each other—and maybe, just maybe, that was enough.

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sageluvsjoel · 3 months ago

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Lost and Found

part two to; a different kind of miracle

jackson!joel miller x reader x autistic! daughter

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summary: A couple years after Joel had accepted and learned to adapt to his daughters autism, he loses his temper with her and she disappears

genre: hurt to comfort, post outbreak, fluff at the end

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It had been an exhausting week, one of those stretches of days where everything seemed to go wrong. Winter was coming early to Jackson, the temperatures already biting through the air, and Joel was on edge. Supplies were running low, and the town was trying to organize runs to gather essentials before the weather turned too harsh. He’d been so focused on making sure everyone was prepared—on doing something—that he hadn’t noticed how much it was weighing on him.

And, of course, his little girl, now ten years old, had her own struggles. Lately, she’d been more withdrawn, more prone to sensory overloads. Jackson was a safe place, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t noisy, chaotic, and unpredictable—three things that sent her into a spiral. Joel knew this. He understood her in a way he hadn’t a few years ago, but that didn’t mean it was always easy.

She had a routine—one she relied on to get through the day. That routine kept her grounded, kept her focused. But life in Jackson didn’t always allow for perfect routines, and today had been a prime example of that. Joel had asked her to do something simple—help him clear a path outside their house so they could prepare for the coming snow. She’d been reluctant, focusing intently on the puzzle she was working on, her mind miles away from the task he wanted her to do.

At first, Joel had been patient. He always tried to be patient now. But with everything else gnawing at him, his frustration had bubbled over.

“I need you to listen, alright?” Joel had snapped, his voice harsher than intended. “I’ve asked you five times now, and you’re just sittin’ there like I’m talkin’ to a wall!”

She had flinched, her small body going rigid as her fingers hovered over the puzzle pieces. Joel immediately regretted his tone. But it was too late—the damage had been done. She closed herself off, retreating into her own world, her face expressionless, her eyes downcast. Before he could soften his words or try to reach her again, she was gone—out the door, moving fast.

“Hey!” Joel called after her, but she didn’t stop.

He’d thought she needed space, so he let her go, figuring she’d come back when she was ready, as she always did. The town wasn’t big, and she often found quiet places to be alone when she felt overwhelmed.

But hours passed, and she didn’t come back.

The sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the snow-dusted streets of Jackson. By the time dinner came and went, you and Joel were growing increasingly worried.

"Have you seen her?" you asked, anxiety creeping into your voice as you looked out the window. The sky was bruised with dusk, and there was no sign of her.

Joel shook his head, trying to keep his own fear from showing. “She’ll turn up. She just needs some time. You know how she gets.”

But as the hours stretched on, and the cold deepened, doubt started to gnaw at him. He’d checked the usual spots—the quiet corners of town where she liked to hide when she needed to be alone—but there was no sign of her. And with each empty space he searched, the knot of fear in his chest tightened.

You grabbed his arm, your face pale. “Joel, what if she’s… what if something happened?”

It was the question he had been trying to avoid, but he couldn’t deny the possibility any longer. He had seen too much, lost too much, to take anything for granted in this world.

“I’m gonna get Tommy,” Joel said, his voice strained, the panic rising in his throat. “We’ll start searchin’ in pairs, see if anyone’s seen her.”

Tommy didn’t ask questions when Joel showed up at his door, his face drawn and tight with worry. Within minutes, half the town was mobilized, everyone searching every corner of Jackson, calling her name.

The minutes dragged on, turning into an hour, then two. The cold was biting now, the wind picking up as night settled fully in. Joel’s heart pounded in his chest, each passing minute heightening the terror that something had happened to her.

Had she wandered too far out of town? Had something—or someone—gotten to her?

The questions battered his mind, a relentless barrage of worst-case scenarios, each one more terrible than the last. He tried to keep it together, tried to stay focused on the search, but the weight of it—the thought of losing her—was suffocating. It was his fault. He’d yelled at her. He’d made her run.

You found him pacing near the stables, his breath coming in harsh, ragged bursts. “Joel,” you called softly, your voice trembling, “we’ll find her.”

But Joel barely heard you. His mind was already lost in a sea of guilt and fear. “What if… what if somethin’ happened to her? What if she’s out there, and it’s my fault because I couldn’t keep my temper in check? I should’ve never—”

Before he could spiral any further, a voice crackled over Tommy’s radio. “Hey, we think we found her.”

Joel froze, his heart leaping into his throat as he grabbed the radio. “Where?”

“She’s in the old storage shed behind the library. Looks like she’s just sittin’ there.”

Joel didn’t wait for a response. He was running before Tommy could finish speaking, his boots crunching through the snow as he sprinted toward the shed. You were right behind him, both of you breathless and frantic.

The door to the shed was slightly ajar, and inside, huddled in the corner, was your daughter. She was sitting cross-legged, her arms wrapped around her knees, staring down at the ground, completely still.

She wasn’t crying. She wasn’t panicking. She was just… sitting there, lost in her own world, oblivious to the chaos she had left behind.

Joel fell to his knees beside her, his heart hammering in his chest as he reached out to touch her shoulder. “Baby girl,” he rasped, his voice thick with relief. “Where have you been? We’ve been lookin’ everywhere for you.”

She blinked slowly, as if waking from a dream, and looked up at him with wide eyes. “I didn’t know you were looking for me,” she said quietly. “I just… needed to be alone.”

Joel’s heart ached at the simplicity of her words, at the quiet truth of them. She hadn’t run away because she was scared or in danger. She had run because she was overwhelmed, because the world had gotten too loud, and she needed space to breathe.

And he had panicked because he hadn’t understood that, because he had let his fear take over.

You knelt down beside her, brushing a hand through her hair. “You scared us, sweetheart,” you said gently, your voice shaking. “We were worried something had happened to you.”

Her brow furrowed, her expression soft with confusion. “I was just sitting here. I didn’t mean to scare anyone.”

Joel closed his eyes, the weight of his relief crashing over him like a wave. “It’s alright,” he whispered, his voice rough with emotion. “You’re alright. That’s all that matters.”

You pulled her close, and Joel wrapped his arms around both of you, holding on like he was afraid to let go. For a long time, none of you spoke. The only sound was the soft rustling of the wind outside, the quiet hum of the world moving on.

When you finally stood up, Joel kept a hand on his daughter’s shoulder, his grip gentle but firm. “Next time, you tell me if you need space, alright? I’ll give it to you. Just… don’t disappear on us like that again.”

She nodded, her face still calm, but there was a flicker of understanding in her eyes.

As you led her out of the shed and back toward home, Joel couldn’t shake the lingering fear in his chest. The world was still dangerous, still unpredictable. But as long as they were together—as long as he understood her, truly understood her—he knew they’d be okay.

She was his miracle, and he would never lose her again.

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orcboxer · 1 year ago

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the inherent homoeroticism between you and your redneck coworker who's taken it upon himself to teach you how to fight so you can stand up for yourself and have confidence. there's an intimacy to the way he's pushin you around, he's bein rough but out of a strange, maybe slightly fucked up affection. unlike others, he ain't doin it to hurt you, he's doin it to protect you. He tells you to hit him, and you're confused, nervous as all hell, but you try anyway because well, you wouldn't be here if you had the wherewithal to assert yourself. you overthink it and your punch is barely more than a tap and he shoves you and gets in your face and raises his voice tellin you to actually HIT him DAMMIT. this don't help with the confusion at all because you can smell his cologne and he's close enough you can feel the heat radiating off his chest and your next punch is a little better, you put your weight behind it in hopes it'll push him away from you a little bit so you can breathe, but he's fuckin solid. somethin clicks when he hits you back, and you throw a real punch after that. He wrestles you to the ground and he don't have to try hard to get you in a headlock, cuz this much contact is completely scrambling your brain. eventually you do get your head in the zone and you fight, really fight for the first time, but later when you're both sittin in his shitty old truck, sweaty and covered in dirt and bruises, he smiles at you all crooked and that just ain't fair

#orcspeak #microfiction

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flowershines · 1 year ago

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Talking Body

Enemy Heeseung x F. Reader

Summary: Character and reader do a body swap (Enemies to lovers)

Warnings: smut, mentions abortion, not getting along, Fuckboy Heeseung, unprotected sex, alcohol, being at a party, hangover, switching bodies, (really complicated/ confusing)

One foot after another you had walked into an unfamiliar building heading towards the office only to be facing a lady who had circled glasses, as she sat at her desk turning her head towards you from the noise of sudden footsteps. Her face was stern “You the new student?” you nodded at her question being nervous to talk to her from her expression that displayed along her face, “Y/n?” you nodded once more as she lowered her glasses just to reach the tip of her nose “Okay Y/n, follow me.” she told you standing up from her chair and starting to exit the office and headed down a big hallway which was filled with classrooms. She looked at the paper in her hand then opened the door “Stay here.” she walked into the unknown classroom bringing the teacher back with her to where you were standing, “You must be Y/n.” he held out his hand and waited for yours. Reaching out your hand and proceeding to shake his you nodded in response to his question, “Perfect, well it’s lovely to meet you Y/n i’m Mr. Smith and right now we are just talking about the upcoming projects. I don’t expect you to do it but you should start to get an understanding on the topic.” you nodded, while the lady from the desk told him. “Well Mr. Smith, Y/n is in more advanced classes than this so she might already have an idea on what you guys are learning.”

She turned to you with a smile on her face as she was bragging about your ability to comprehend more advanced things, meanwhile Mr. Smith looked at you with an impressed and joyful expression on his face. “That’s amazing, so I will just go over a few things with you to make sure that you know the topic well enough and if you do you can work on the project this semester.” Smiling back at him, “Okay, thank you.” The office lady walked away with a smile on her face as just a second before she wished you ‘the best of luck’, Mr. Smith walked into the classroom with you as the class behind you was very talkative even the large group of boys in the back with some girls that stood around them. He brought you over to the desk as he went over the final touches of the topic, answering all of his questions right he told you that you could work on the semester project if you want to but you wouldn’t have to if you don’t think you are ready. “Okay, I will assign the partners for the project, as of right now you can sit anywhere.” Turning around you started walking to the empty seats as someone from the top of the stairs coming down as you sat down in the empty chair you placed your bag down on the ground and placing your phone in your packet you hear shuffling next to you, facing the thing that was shuffling, you were met face to face with a guy who had one of the prettiest faces you have ever seen. “Hi I'm Sunoo and you are?” He asked, leaning towards you waiting for your answer, “Y/n.” sitting back into the chair next to you he turned the chair towards you to show his interest. “It’s so nice to meet-”

In the middle of his sentence he was interrupted as someone had sat down on the other side of you, “Ignore him, I’m Yunjin. Your name is Y/n, right? It’s such a pretty name.” she tells you with a cheerful expression rising on her face. “Well anyways as I was about to say, what are you majoring in?” He said, rolling his eyes towards the girl, “I’m majoring in Art and Agriculture, I can't really pick between the two because I like them both so I am going to go through this year and then pick just one.” “Oh you don’t have to worry about us judging you on not having just one major. I am taking two as well and was about to do three.” Yunjin stated as Sunoo laughed at her as he rocked back and forth in the chair, “Haha I know so funny, Sunoo.” The man sitting next to you continued to laugh as he brought his hand up over his mouth, continuing to laugh more.

“Okay everyone get into your seats.” Mr. Smith told everyone as shuffling around you was heard meanwhile Sunoo and Yunjin stayed in their seats next to you, “As you all know we are going to be starting our semester projects, I will give you all time to work on them in class for the semester but you guys might want to work on them outside of school as well.” Sunoo leaned in closer towards your ear and whispered, “I hope we get partnered up.” turning to him with a smile on your face and giving him a soft nod in agreement. “I will be assigning the partners just momentarily after I give the directions.”

Proceeding with talking about the project and why the project in that class was important to not just that class but to help out our futures too. “Okay now onto the partners. Karina and Julie, Beomgyu and Yunjin, Lia and Chaewon, Sunoo and Niki, Y/n and Heeseung, Yeji and Wonyoung…” The list went on and on but as the list went on, both Sunoo and Yunjin were giving you a weird face so that's when you whispered to them, “What?” They both still maintained the look on their faces. “It’s Heeseung.” “Okay, I don’t know who that is.” Sunoo turned around, poking you to turn around as well. As you were faced with a class filled with people, he pointed his finger to the crowded area and pointed to the guy who was talking to almost everyone. “Him, he’s an ass-” “Oh and not to mention his bitchy posse as well.” Sunoo looked at Yunjin with open eyes, “Right, you see that group of girls around him?” you nodded “They hate it when anybody but them is around him, so good luck.” huffing out your cheeks you think that on your first day of course this would happen. Which made you overthink the whole situation by wondering if your reputation is going to be bad from the girls, why are those girls so bad, why is he surrounded by girls…

What's so good about him?

Question after question it would repeat in your mind, while thinking about those possibilities your focus was pulled away as your teacher had been talking about you, “Heeseung and Y/n, do you mind coming to the front of the class so that way we can go over a couple of things?” getting up from your seat and walking towards Mr. Smith’s desk you were met walking side by side with the man who was previously sitting in the top corner of your class. Arriving at his desk the teacher had told Heeseung to introduce himself, “I’m Heeseung, I major in Agriculture and you?” “Y/n, I am majoring in Agriculture as well and Art.” he nodded his head as you turned back to facing the teacher. A girl had come down the stairs and placed herself right next to Heeseung as she rested her head on his arm. “Okay, so you both know the topic right?” The both of you nodded your heads in response to his question “Perfect, you will need your computers and Heeseung can tell you the rest, Y/n.”

“Hee please tell me that she is not coming with us.” The girl asked looking up at him, “She doesn't have to, I can move down there to where she sits if it’s such a big deal.” she huffed out and whined to him, “But what about me?” he looked at her “Don’t you have a partner.” she nodded slowly while he walked up stairs you followed as you felt your hair being pulled harshly she stepped in front of you. “He is mine, you hear me? Mine.” You nodded your head as she pulled your hair back further making you trip from walking backwards then falling to the ground, as you sat on the ground for the second after you fell Yunjin came up to you with a hand in your face. Grabbing her hand she helped you get up. “Just try to ignore her. She tries to live out her fantasies with him and she’s a real pain in everybody’s ass.” Nodding your head towards her, both of you started to walk to your seat, you looked up to see Heeseung waving his hand in a ‘come here’ motion as he cleared off the seat next to him. You stood up and followed to where he was sitting with your computer in hand, reaching his seat whispers and giggles were heard from the girls sitting around the group along with stares from both the girls and guys which made you extremely uncomfortable but you tried to make it seem like it didn’t bother you even though it did. “Everybody go sit next to your partners and start working.” Everybody stood up and started moving as one girl came up to Heeseung and wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered to him ‘Bye Hee don’t miss me too much.’ then walking away as he didn’t even give her a glance, you could tell that he was the heartthrob of the school already and this is just your first class. Placing your computer from your lap to now being placed on the desk table in front of you, “You know what the topic is about right?” you nodded in response as you opened your computer and pulled up the assignment “You're not that much of a talker are you.” you just ignored his question and continued reading. He just shook his head as he also read the assignment, “Okay so we have to make a poster about it, do a slideshow and an essay. No wonder we need the whole semester to do it.” “That’s just part one.” You quietly told him, he turned to you with wide eyes, “What?” you pointed to your computer scrolling down which made him sigh in defeat. “I guess we are going to be spending a lot of time together then, huh?” you could feel a large number of eyes on you as you looked up you were right, some of those eyes would look away as they laughed or theirself others just whispered to each other also laughing from god knows what. You zipped up your sweatshirt feeling self conscious about yourself, you never will understand how these girls say that they are a ‘girls girl’ around people like him but then giving those girls that aren’t them a weird look when they are near a guy. Returning your focus onto the work in front of you, scrolling through and starting to work on your point of view on the topic as you started to Heeseung has put his hand in front of your hands that were typing “What are you doing?” turning your attention to him you explained “Writing my point of view, you know like how we are supposed to.” he looked into your eyes as he poked his tongue to the middle of his cheek then biting the inside of that same cheek, “We aren’t against it.” “What are you talking about this topic in particular is saying ‘how abortion should not be legal in states’, so your saying your against abortion?” he rolled his eyes ``Yeah, aren't you?” “Coming from a woman's point of view, no. It’s that woman’s choice to choose.” looking at him shocked at his opinion. “Why don’t you work on the other topics? I can just work on this one.” “Should we just put your name on the entire project then cause i'm not putting my name on something that isn’t my honest opinion.” he said turning back to his computer. “Write your own then and we could put both of our opinions on the paper. I don't think it matters that much.” rolling his eyes he turned to you and said,

“It’s a partner project, we have to share the same opinion.” “Well we don't, I don't know what you want me to tell you.” You told him as you continued to type your thoughts on the topic “But-” “Just work on the other topics we can come back to later.” you suggested as you rolled your eyes exiting out of the website where you were getting your information on and moving onto the next one. Huffing out air you turned to the next topic and once again he had the opposite opinion than you did, which eventually turned into another argument while Heesung’s voice rose louder and louder making your eyes start to water from the sudden tone. Standing up you walked down to the teacher, “Mr. Smith I don’t think I can work with Heesung. Is there any way I can change partners?” He turned his chair to you and told you, “Y/n I chose these partners for a reason. I'm hoping you can figure out why soon enough.” turning his chair back around to face his work you walked back upstairs as you gained many eyes on you even as you sat down one girl in particular was staring at you hard with jealousy in her eyes, not in the mood and wanting to change your seat anyways you suddenly got a hint of brattiness and showed her a nasty expression which portrayed not only on your face but through you energy as well.

Which made Heeseung’s gaze turn towards you, “Don’t look at my friend that way.” you turned to him “Then get your friend in check because i’m not planning on putting up with a bunch of petty little bitches attitudes.” he opened his mouth about to say something but then shut it and pulled his attention back onto the assignment. “What did you go and ask?” keeping his attention on his computer “If i could switch partners.” “You know this isn’t a good impression of you since it is your first day here.” “Well honestly the only person's opinion I care about is mine and some other people besides that I don't care.” “Mine?” “Oh 100% not yours.” “Good.” you brought your upper lip closer to your nose giving him a disgusted look. “Why did you ask to switch partners?” “Why do you care?” “I don’t.” he said sternly “Okay then move on.” Just then the bell had rung which meant that you could go home as you only had that class for today, starting to shut your computer down and standing up you were met face to face with the girl that gave you the glare. “Ever look at me like that again and you’ll regret it.” “Oh I'm so scared.” You said in a sarcastic way, she shoved passed you and jumped into Heeseungs arms, you thought to yourself ‘what is wrong with girls in this school’ as they drooled over a man that wasn’t even kind, or caring, nothing.

Walking out from the class and to the next, you walked into the room that was filled with multiple unfamiliar faces and multiple pieces of art hung along the walls as sculptures filled the empty areas around the room. Pulling you aside the teacher gave you a run down of the assignment that the students had been working on, she had told you that she wasn’t going to have you start the project since the sculptures were almost done. “I can go get you some clay that they are working with, you can freestyle till their sculptures are done.” You nodded to her, she walked into the closet and grabbed a good amount of clay, putting it on the empty table you walked over to the station sitting down on the stool that was placed just inches away from the table. Rolling your sleeves up past your below you look up to see a guy with dark brown, slightly curly hair draped in front of his face. He ran his pinky across the face of the sculpture making sure to turn his finger moving along to the smaller areas giving it more details under its eyes. While the other students socialized he stayed in his seat with headphones on focusing on the project in front of him, he reminded you of yourself in a way. The aura surrounding him was comforting. His lips were slightly parted. You didn’t realize how long you had been staring at him till your focus was pulled away as a piece of metal fell from someone's chair, you unfocused your eyes continuing to roll up the other sleeve kneading the clay in front of you to soften it up. Sectioning the clay into parts you started to make a small representation of an eye giving it as much detail as you could, time flew by. It felt like you had just gotten there realizing that your clay was gone as the other students were starting to pack up their things, you walked over to the sink rinsing your hands off from all the leftover clay that was on your hand. Putting the sculpted eye in the cabinet then grabbing your bag you lifted your eyes up to see the brown hair boy looking at you but as soon as your eyes met, he tried to find any other area around you being nervous to look at you now. Heading to your car your eyes met the familiar boy who was surrounded by girls in his car, his eyes looking into yours. Rolling your eyes pulling your eyes away from his trance giggles and soft screams were heard from around him, it was annoying.

As weeks went on things stayed the same, more and more girls started to give you questionable looks, you met more people who were actually nice, the boy from your art class was still too nervous to talk to you, Heeseung kept annoying you every single day giving our project almost no improvement. Finally you and him decided that later today you both would get together and work on the project, giving you both time to work on it as no progress was being made.

“Y/nie don’t be boring, it will be fun I swear.” Yunjin has been begging you for the past 3 days to go to this party with her, she really wanted to go but had no one to go with. Telling her you told her that you had to work on the project with Heeseung later today anyways so you wouldn’t be able to go, you suggested that she would go with Sunoo. “I always go with him, just tell Heeseung that you have to cancel.” “Jin I have to work on this project, he keeps being an ass not letting me share my opinion on the doc. So we finally made a day to fix it.” she turned to you “Reschedule.” turning to her about to say something she interpreted before you can say anything, “Please Y/n, it can only be for a couple of hours.” “I’ll think about it.” her face lit up with joy as she hugged you from the side. Should you go? I mean it would be nice to finally let go and not worry about working 24/7. Plus you can highly doubt that Heeseung would care if you rescheduled, just then a tap was heard from your car window pulling you out of the train of thought. It was Heeseung. Rolling down your window he told you “I won’t be able to make it today, I have to babysit.” you nodded and rolled your window back up pulling your phone out texting Yunjin that you can go. Starting up your car you headed home and started to get ready while Yunjin texted you to be ready by 8 since she was going to take you home and to the party.

The top you were wearing was a red laced corset, bralette which made your small jean skirt that had ruffles on the bottom stand out. Sure it was a bit revealing but it’s a party not just some school occasion, thinking it might be cold you learned your outfit with a cropped leather jacket. When Yunjin picked you up her mouth dropped in amazement, funny, and a bit sarcastic. “You look amazing.” you twirled for her and flipped your hair “Thank you, thank you.” you told her while getting into the passenger's side of the car. She wore a black tiny dress with tights underneath, extending your feet and you see her shoes on your side.

They were boots with small heels, “What, you know I can’t drive with heels on.” you giggled to yourself while she played her playlist which she told it ‘hyped her up’. The both of you continued to scream the lyrics to your favorite songs on the way to the party, not even being a street away could tell which house it was at. Cars were everywhere, people socialized along the street and sat on the steps. Putting the car in park you were met by seeing many familiar faces as you walked into the house, “No way, is that who I think it is?!” you heard a guy say from the couch making you turn your head towards the voice. It was Sunoo sitting next to some of your other friends along with some girls that hated you for who knows what reason, “Here.” a tall guy with dark blue hair which seemed like you recognized but ignored it till he turned around and sat next to the girl who he had just previously handed a drink to. “Y/n?” Heeseung? You knew he wasn’t busy, “Didn’t know you were the type of girl to go to a party.” he said, taking a sip of the drink in his hand as he put the opposite arm around the girl placing it behind her. “Don’t act like you know me all of a sudden.” He was taken aback by your comment as his eyebrows raised and poked his tongue to the side of his cheek, “No need to be rude Y/n, we are just having a good time.” “See now if it really was a ‘good time’ you wouldn’t be here, so i’m gonna go get a drink.” you told them as you walked away and into the kitchen. Searching for something light to drink, not wanting to go home completely drunk.

You picked up a cup just to feel a hand around your waist turning around to try and see who it was. You met eye to eye with Choi Yeonjun, the school player who was just as flirtatious as Heeseung. “Hey Y/n, you look great.” He told you as his eyes trailed up and down your body “Thank you, you do too.” he took the cup out of your hand and started to fill it with hard liquor, “Here, this will get you fucked up and it’s so good.” he handed the cup back to you as he lifted an eyebrow waiting for you to take a sip. As your lips met the coldness of the drink it burned as it went down but the more you drank the easier it got, your head started to feel fuzzy. Handing the cup back to Yeonjun “Refill please.” looking up at him as your eyes glistened from the tears which rested in the corners.

He giggled and did as you insisted, then placed the cup in your hand as he took the other one and led it back to the couch where your friends had been for a bit. He sat on the couch and pulled your arm to him, signaling you to sit on his lap. Minutes started to pass by as more and more people started to enter from the door, Yeonjun had gotten closer to you each time his arms were resting on your lap as he played with the bottom of your skirt and thighs. Leaning towards you he whispered “I wish I could have you like this all the time, so sexy.” his breath tickled your ear causing you to giggle at him catching Heeseung’s attention, “Dude she’s drunk just let her be.” he said as he took his hand down from being rested on the girl beside him. “Don’t tell me what to do.” He said as Yeonjun kept whispering sweet nothings into your ears then proceeded to kiss you on the lips making your lipstick snide, Heeseung stood up from his spot on the couch as he grabbed your hand leading you up to the bathrooms. He faced you towards the mirror and started to wipe off your smeared lipstick, “No you're gonna ruin it.” you told him as you swatted his hands away. “It already is, just let me fix it.”

Putting your hands by your side you huffed in defeat letting him continue to wipe it off, “Always so mean to me.” you whispered as your words started to become slurry. “What do you mean?” He asked as he put the lid of the toilet seat down to sit on it as he pulled you in front of him continuing to fix your makeup, “You canceled, you're ‘too busy’.” you told him as you air quoted his words. “It’s not a crime to go to a party I hope you know.” You giggled as you looked down. He grabbed your cheeks and made you look up at him which caused you to blush at him, “We should get you home.” he said as he grabbed your wrist and started to leave the bathroom. Pulling the opposite way you told him “No, I wanna stay.” He had ignored every word that came out of your mouth and continued to walk out of the house as you had no choice but to leave with him. He opened the passengers side door and held the door open helping you in, as you settled in he ducked his head in while he buckled your seatbelt in for you. Not even seconds later you were passed out in his car.

Stirring in your bed you grumbled from the pounding headache that was starting to form turning over to the side to where your alarm clock usually was, wasn’t there. Sitting up you checked your surroundings as if you were in an unfamiliar room with no one else in sight, grabbing the phone on your side you realized it wasn’t even yours. 1:46am. Flipped to the camera you saw short hair that ran along your forehead, brown eyes and a hoodie that fell loosely around your body. The more your eyes focused on the camera in front of you the more you realized that the person it was showing wasn’t you, touching your face felt unfamiliar and not what you were used to seeing everyday in the mirror. Just then the phone rang, picking up the contact name read across ‘Y/n’ you tilted your head and picked up the phone. “Need to talk now, meet me at your apartment.” you were so confused “Heeseung?” a hum was heard from the screen causing you to gasp and hang up the phone immediately running outside to try and find your car. Soon enough you realized you weren’t yourself and didn’t have your car, calling the same number again “What car?” a sign was heard “The white one, please don’t crash it.” you hung up the phone once again as you walked towards the white car getting in and headed to your apartment.

Swiftly walking up the stairs you were met to see yourself waiting by the door, hearing the voice…it was yours and it said “Take any longer.” while ushering you to hurry up. Walking into your apartment you were so confused, “Am I dreaming? how fucked up did I get?” “I wish I was dreaming, I woke up and now I have tits and a pussy.” your face widened “Did you see it?!” “No but I went to the bathroom trying to pull my dick out and it wasn’t there, then looked down and saw tits and you know.” he huffed out the air as he walked over to the couch then slouched. “Wait, does that mean I have a dick?” he rolled his eyes “No, my bad I wasn’t born with a dick. Of fucking course you have a dick now.” you smirked to yourself. “I’ll be right back.” he grabbed your hand and pulled you back onto the couch. “So funny, no looking no matter what.” you nodded “Same with me, no looking. Only special people get to look, you are not one of those people.” he laughed at you “How are you not more freaked out you look so calm, is this a regular occurrence?” “No but it’s like what do you want me to do?” He shrugged.

“You think that this would be more of a problem.” you stared at him as you sat down “It is, but i’m just dreaming so when I wake up it will be all fine and I won’t have to talk to you again. Thank god.” He rolled his eyes grabbed your arm and slapped your forearm, making your eyes widen from the sudden pain “Um, ow what the fuck was that for?” “Y/n i’m being so serious, I am in your body and you are in mine. You aren’t dreaming.” He told you, scooting closer as a loud yell erupted from your throat, Heeseung was taken aback as he immediately rushed to put his hand over your mouth. When you screamed it wasn’t a high pitched girly scream it was a deep scream you forgot that you had his voice, “Shut up, I get it. I feel so lost right now.” you started to ramble on and on about what happened “Why is this happening? Can I return to my body already? Am I dying?!” he put his hand on your shoulder and told you just to breathe and calm down. “How can I calm down? We switched bodies and now I can’t even go to the bathroom in peace without seeing your dick.” He laughed as you continued to talk “I’m going through this too Y/n.” “I know but of all people why you, this is gonna suck.” he tilted his head in confusion “What do you mean, ‘me of all people’?” “Maybe you're not getting it, I don’t like you and your friends. It’s annoying how they get jealousy over everything and we never agree on things, so why wouldn’t I hate you?” He stood up and walked into your room shutting the door behind you, you walked over to the door proceeding to knock till nothing was heard anymore except him breathing you left your apartment building and started to head to his house. “Yo Heeseung.” At first you didn’t realize that he was talking to you till he pulled your shoulder making you turn around, “So how is it with you and her?” he said, nudging up on you. “Who?” he laughed “Come on man, you know. Don’t play dumb.” you shrugged as you looked at him.

It was Yeonjun.

“Y/n, last night I could barely contain myself. If you don’t even fuck her I will no doubt, so you better make a move soon.” You started to walk away as you heard him say from behind you “Don’t be mad man, by the end of the week the only thing you will be hearing is her screaming my name.” as he mimicked your moans while screaming his name then walking away giggling. What was he talking about, you continued to walk into his apartment building as you got a text it a said it was from you,

‘I know I can’t control how you feel about me but we still need to talk.’

you texted back ‘ok’ then opened the door to his apartment as the conversation between the two of you continued you realized that there was some weird feeling on his dick. You moved your phone to the side and looked down seeing the bulge of his dick in his pants starting to form, eyes widening you put your phone back in front of you and texted him ‘we have a problem’ he sent a ‘?’ back, ‘your dick is hard’ the bubbles formed at the bottom of the screen then spammed you saying. ‘Don’t’ ‘Why did you get hard?’ ‘Go take a shower.’ ‘Don’t look down’ you just respond ‘How do I get rid of it? Just come over, I don’t know what to do.’ the bubbles started to type once again but soon went away as he left you on read, not even 10 minutes later a knock was on the door you continued to walk over and open the door to reveal yourself in front of you. He walked into the apartment and into his bedroom sitting on the bed, “What do I do?” you asked, walking in behind him, “I don’t wanna look at your dick let alone touch it.” fake gagging at the words that come out of your mouth. “Fine, I'll do it. Look up, don’t look down.” Doing as he said you looked up as a buckle was heard from below you till you feel a hand on his dick causing you to moan quietly not wanting him to hear, he ran his finger along the tip of his cock just then when you shut your eyes you opened them and you were yourself again but you were face to face with his cock still in your hand.

Immediately you let go, causing him to whine from the loss of contact, “Not gonna help me?” you looked up at him “Why would I?” seeing his cock twitch from your peripheral vision he said “Stop looking at me like that, if you're not going to help.” looking away you put your hand back on him as you moved in a back and forth motion on him. His head was thrown back while his eyes rolled back along with his hips thrusted up into your hand as one of his hands held your wrist, “Please let me fuck you.” you looked up at him once more. “Make it quick.” You said as you started to undress and lay on the bed turning your head away from him, “Don’t worry, i’ve been needing you for too long I probably won’t last long anyways.” You felt a cold breeze rub along your pussy till the sudden breeze stopped as the tip of his dick was now placed at your entrance, “You 100% sure your okay with this?” you nodded and finally looked him in the eyes he looked down at you as his hips started to thrust in and out of you as your pussy started to clench around him as more and more noises fell from his lips. “Y/n, you feel so good.” He told you grunting through his teeth which was eventually put in between his lips his eyes started to roll back often, some of the times his head would roll to the side getting a good look at how his cock would move in and out of you with ease. “Tell me you love me, please.” you shook your head as you threw your head back and his thrusts became more powerful “I need to know that you don’t actually hate me.” “I do, your just going to think i’m one of your hook ups.” he started going slower making you annoyed, you had him pull out as you pushed him down onto his bed getting on top of him and bouncing on him as he thrusted up into you. “Y/n, I don’t hook up with those girls.”

You rolled your eyes and looked at him and said sarcastically “Yeah, okay.” he pulled your face to his and placed his lips onto yours “I do, don’t say that I don’t, I love the way you are so passionate about this you love…” he continued as his thrusts got stronger each time he would thrust up into you, moans and grunts fell from his lips as he continued “…How you don’t take shit from people, don’t let people get to you especially those girls, how good you look every day without even trying.” you tried to believe him and you really wanted to but you didn’t know if he just said that to all of his hook ups to make them feel special. “Your so perfect, I’m gonna cum soon. Please cum with me, need to feel you cum on my cock.” You bounced on him faster which caused him to hold your hips still and thrust up into you passionately and deeper with every thrust, not to long after you felt his cum spill into you as he pulled you forward onto you hugging your body onto his. He continued to stay into you as his cock fell softer, “Can we stay like this, I don’t want this to end.”

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