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sherewrytes · 3 days ago

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Ex husband Eren:

warning: smut, angst and whatever else my mind can come up with on a whim :)Son's name is Lennox

word count: 14070

I didnt proof read this, i just wrote

Ex husband Eren:

Eren wasn't sure how he went from landing himself the best woman he ever had in his life. It wasn't only your looks that drew him in. It was the way you cared for him when no one in his life did. You were the first person to show him love, care, the works. Part of him knew he should've been around more; said I love you more. He knew the divorce was his fault in the end

but that being said, he is determined to make up for lost time.

your pov

Today is Eren's pick-up day for your 3-year-old son Lennox. he's splitting image of him. The only difference is he's tanner and has curly hair. You were well trying to wrangle your son to get ready to spend the usual 3 days with his father. "Lenny, baby, Mommy has to get you ready to go see Daddy" You watch him smile and run off screaming obviously thinking you both are playing a game.

Eren’s POV

Eren watched you through the screen door as you tried to keep up with Lennox, who was darting around the room like a flash of tan curls and excitement. He could still picture the last time he tried to wrangle the little guy, getting lost in his joy. Lennox was so much like you in spirit, so much like him in looks—a constant reminder of everything Eren could have had if he’d just been the man you deserved. But the past three months had been eye-opening, pushing him to reflect on what went wrong.

Now, more than anything, he wanted to show you that he could change.

Your POV

"Gotcha!" you exclaimed, finally scooping Lennox into your arms as he squealed and laughed. "All right, mister, let’s get you packed for Daddy’s place," you murmured, knowing Eren would be at the door any moment.

You felt the telltale rush of nerves every time he came by to pick Lennox up. But you knew what this was about: Eren’s endless excuses to linger, his almost-too-frequent “accidental�� brushes against your hand when he passed you something, the way his gaze lingered on you just a bit too long. Even now, a small part of you couldn’t ignore the slight thrill that ran through you whenever he looked at you with that hungry, brooding expression.

When the doorbell rang, you opened it to find Eren, a faint smirk on his lips. He leaned against the doorframe, his eyes moving over you in a way that felt all too familiar.

Eren’s POV

As you stood there, holding Lennox on your hip, Eren couldn’t help but let his eyes roam over you. God, you hadn’t changed—you were still stunning, more so now, with a soft confidence he hadn’t appreciated enough before. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to play it cool, but every part of him screamed to close the gap, to reach for you.

After a few minutes of small talk, Eren, still standing close, tilted his head. “You know,” he began, lowering his voice as his fingers lightly grazed the bare skin of your arm, “if you’re free later, maybe we could talk. Just us. I’ve missed you, and…I think we both know there’s more to say.”

As Lennox wiggled away from your grip, he made a quick dash for the lamp on the side table. "Lennox," you sighed, moving to stop him, but Eren took the chance to gently nudge you aside, his hand lingering on your waist just a bit longer than necessary.

"I got this," he murmured, stepping forward to deal with your son, who was now pouting up at him with a little frown that looked way too familiar.

“Hey, Lenny, remember what I said last time? Lamps are not toys,” Eren scolded gently, lifting Lennox into his arms. His tone was calm, but firm, his gaze softening as Lennox’s pout deepened, looking almost identical to yours when you were annoyed with him. Eren couldn’t help the slight smirk that tugged at his lips as he saw your reflection in your son’s stubborn expression.

“He’s a handful,” you muttered, crossing your arms and trying not to notice how easily Eren handled Lennox. It was moments like these that reminded you of why you’d fallen for him, back when things were simpler, back when he wasn’t so…absent.

“Wonder where he gets it from,” Eren quipped, casting a sidelong glance in your direction. When you rolled your eyes again, he chuckled, that low sound you used to love. "What?" he challenged. "You know, you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Friends or not, that’s not something that changes."

A part of you wanted to brush it off, to laugh or scoff, but his voice was different this time—low and earnest, with a hint of regret and maybe something else. For a moment, it felt like you were back in the early days when he could sweep you off your feet with just a few words. You swallowed, trying to hold onto the resolve you’d built up over the past few months.

“Eren,” you started, keeping your tone firm. “You know why this doesn’t work anymore. We’re not the same people we were back then.”

He shifted, pulling Lennox close before meeting your gaze again. “Maybe not. But that doesn’t mean I don’t miss us. And it doesn’t mean I won’t try to fix things—no matter how long it takes.”

“You should go, Eren,” you said, your tone firm but with a hint of exasperation as you watched Lennox starting to rub his eyes. “You know he gets cranky if he doesn’t nap soon.”

Eren gave a sly smile, leaning just a little closer. “Or,” he replied softly, “I can just stay.”

“That’s not a good idea, Yeager.” You crossed your arms, trying to keep your tone steady, but his closeness made it difficult.

“Oh, so I’m ‘Yeager’ now? Not Eren?” His smirk widened, but there was something softer in his eyes. “Just my last name, huh?”

“It is your last name,” you shot back, holding your ground.

He let the silence linger, his gaze not wavering. “It’s yours as well,” he murmured, leaning even closer, voice dropping to a whisper. “Was, Eren. It was.”

The words hit him harder than he’d expected, and for a moment, he stood there, at a loss. Then he sighed, nodding and glancing down at Lennox, who had started nodding off in his arms. “Right. But it doesn’t have to be that way,” he said softly, almost to himself.

His words made your heart skip a beat, but you quickly shook it off. "That’s in the past," you replied, taking Lennox gently from his arms and feeling the warmth of Eren's lingering touch. "Just…take him for the weekend, Eren.”

Eren nodded, but his hand reached out, his fingers brushing yours for just a moment. “I’ll see you soon.” He left with a final, lingering glance, and as the door shut, you couldn’t help but wonder if the past was as distant as you tried to make it.

Eren strapped Lennox into his car seat in his Matte black G wagon Lennox was giggling and smiling in the back seat heading back to his place. Eren wishes he didn’t have to leave their… y/n’s home.

Later, as the kids finally passed out after an eventful evening spent with Onyankapon's daughter Rummie and Connie’s son, Connie Jr., Eren sat around with the guys, unwinding with a couple of drinks. Inevitably, the conversation turned to wives and relationships, as it always did—except this time, Eren felt the strange, familiar sting of being the only single one in the room.

Ony smirked, scrolling through his phone. “Kaylah’s out clubbing tonight,” he muttered.

“Her too,” Connie chimed in. “Solene’s going with her.”

Ony shrugged. “Yeah, I heard they’re all going to that new place, Paradia. They even convinced Y/N to go.”

Eren’s jaw tightened at the mention of your name. “Wait. Who’s going?”

Ony shook his head, already seeing where this was going. “Not this again, Eren. Leave her alone, man.”

“Nah, nah, I just asked a question,” Eren muttered defensively, but there was an edge in his voice.

Ony glanced at him, exasperated. “That’s why she left your ass in the first place.”

Eren’s eyes darkened as he set down his drink. “And what do you even know about my marriage, huh?”

Ony didn’t back down. “More than you, apparently, ‘cause Y/N’s been complaining about your shit for years.”

Connie raised a hand, trying to de-escalate. “Yo, Ony, chill—”

But Ony wasn’t stopping. “Nah, someone’s gotta tell him.”

Eren clenched his jaw, barely able to keep his temper in check. “Tell me what, man?”

Connie sighed, glancing at Eren with a mixture of frustration and pity. “Eren, look—you’ve been neglecting her for years. Choosing to hang with us instead of being home with her, ignoring her calls when she’s just checking in…arguing over money when you both know that’s not even an issue for either of you. You act like she doesn’t mean anything to you, like she’s just there. You want me to go on?”

Eren was silent, his fists clenched, staring at the floor as their words started to sink in. He knew, deep down, that they were right. And yet, hearing it laid out like that hit him harder than he’d expected.

Ony didn’t hold back, his voice steady but with an edge that cut deep. “And let’s not forget about that toxic-ass friend of yours. The one who kept telling you to bail on her, hyping you up to act like she didn’t matter. You listened to him, man. When she needed you the most, when her dad was sick, you bailed. She went through that whole thing alone. You didn’t show up, didn’t even check in on her.” Ony shook his head, his expression a mix of frustration and disappointment. “You’re a real…fuck-ass nii—”

He cleared his throat, almost laughing bitterly. “We’ve talked about this with you for years. Hell, you even got into it with her brother because of that same ‘friend’—the one you let threaten her. Your wife, bro! And now, you wanna act mad because she’s out having fun, living her life?”

Eren tried to brush it off, tried to hold onto that defensive anger, but each word chipped away at the front he’d put up. Ony leaned in, eyes sharp. “How do you plan to fix any of that, huh?”

Eren looked down, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the edge of the table, Ony’s words echoing in his mind. “She met you when you had nothing, man. Look at your life now. She’s the one who was there, lifting you up, pushing you forward, making sure you had everything you needed. And how’d you repay her? By being a…a fuck-ass loser, gaming ‘til 3 a.m., blowing her off when she needed you the most.”

Eren clenched his jaw, the reality hitting him like a punch to the gut. He tried to keep his cool, but Ony wasn’t done.

“And now you’re saying you want her back? Now that she’s gone, you finally wanna try?” Ony’s voice softened, but the disappointment was clear. “Man, she’s out there living her life. You’re gonna have to do a hell of a lot more than just ‘want her back’ if you even think about being part of it again.”

“It wasn’t like that,” Eren muttered, struggling to find his footing. “I was dealing with a lot—”

Connie scoffed, shaking his head. “And you think she wasn’t? She married you, gave you a son, helped you get on your feet, twice. She was right there with you through everything. And what does she get? A husband who thinks she’s supposed to be grateful just ‘cause you didn’t cheat?”

Ony shook his head, his expression hardening. “Nah, man. You’re a full-on waste man. We’ve been your boys for years, telling you about this for years. But it’s like talking to a wall. You’re still friends with that toxic ass Elijah, aren’t you?”

Eren shifted uncomfortably, but Connie cut him off before he could respond.

“Did you even know he drove by your house talking wild about her when she was pregnant with Lenny?” Connie’s eyes bore into Eren’s, a rare mix of anger and disbelief on his face. “He was saying she’s gotta go, talking reckless, wishing her dead, man. And she told you about it, and what did you do? Took his side. You chose that trash over her, the woman carrying your son, the woman who’s been down for you from day one.”

Eren’s face darkened, guilt and anger mixing as he listened. He wanted to say something, anything, but the weight of his friends’ words left him speechless.

“Your own cousins had to step in to protect her,” Ony added, leaning back with a scoff. “And you? You did nothing. Didn’t even stand up for her. And now, here you are, mad that she’s finally out there living her life, trying to be happy. Man…fuck outta here with that.”

Eren swallowed hard, feeling the truth of every word, the silence that followed thick and suffocating. He could feel the resentment in the room—a long-standing frustration that had finally boiled over. And for the first time, Eren realized how far he’d let things slip away, and how much he’d lost in the process.

Eren leaned back in his chair, his hands running through his hair in frustration, his voice thick with regret. “Man,” he muttered, the weight of it all sinking in. “I messed up. I know I messed up. But… I don’t know what to do anymore.”

Ony’s eyes narrowed, a harsh laugh escaping his lips. “Messed up? That’s an understatement, bro. How you gon’ be around a man who threatened your wife, huh? She wasn’t your ex-wife, not even your girl—your wife, man. How you gonna fix that?”

Eren opened his mouth to reply, but Ony wasn’t done. “You had a chance to protect her. To stand up for her. And you chose to do nothing. You don’t just get to walk back into her life like nothing happened.”

Connie leaned back, taking a swig of his drink, then sighed, shaking his head. “Ony, man, you’re wasting your breath. Look at him.” He gestured toward Eren, a sharp bitterness in his voice. “Eren cares about Eren. It’s obvious Y/N ain’t mean that much to him anyway.”

Eren’s chest tightened at Connie’s words, but he tried to defend himself. “She does, man, she—”

Ony cut him off with a harsh scoff, leaning forward. “E, tell it to someone who cares.” He let the silence sit for a moment before continuing. “You think you can fix this with a couple of ‘I’m sorry’s’? With a text, or showing up when it’s convenient for you? Nah, man. You’ve gotta do the work, and you didn’t.”

The sting of their words hit harder than anything physical, and Eren slumped back in his chair, the anger, regret, and frustration churning inside him. The realization that he had lost her—and possibly them—for good was something he wasn’t ready to accept. But the truth was, he wasn’t sure how to make things right. He wasn’t even sure where to start.

Connie’s words hit hard, slicing through the room like a cold wind. He sighed, his tone heavy with frustration. “Why do you even still hang with that man, bro? Did you ever love Y/N, or was she just convenient ‘cause she loved you when no one else did?”

Eren froze, unable to respond right away. The question hung in the air, burning like a brand. His mind raced, but all that came out was silence. He knew Connie was right—he had let Elijah stick around for way too long, even though he’d known for years that the guy was trouble. He’d always had issues letting go of things, of people. But now, hearing it out loud, it made him feel like a fool.

And then, just as the tension threatened to suffocate him, Eren laughed—bitterly, almost hysterically. "Y/N told me this would happen. That she'd leave. She told me everything...but I have to repay her for everything she did for me, man." His voice wavered, but he tried to hold onto some semblance of pride.

Ony didn't buy it. “Maybe you can repay her by letting her go, Eren. Stop holding on like this is something you can fix by force.”

Eren’s heart slammed against his chest, panic bubbling inside him. “I can’t do that, man. I love her,” he said firmly, almost pleading, as though saying it out loud would make it true.

Connie burst out laughing, the sound sharp and mocking. “You’re funny, man,” he said, wiping his eyes. “You love her? You’ve been so busy with everything else that you didn’t even see her. You can’t just love someone when it’s convenient, bro. Love is action, not words.”

Eren’s laugh faltered. It was like a cold splash of water, the reality sinking in. He could say all the right things, but he knew it didn’t matter if he didn’t change, if he didn’t prove it. He was losing her, and the regret was like an anchor weighing him down.

Ony’s voice was low and steady. “If you love her, you need to let her be. Let her have the space she needs to breathe again. You can’t fix what’s broken by holding onto it too tight.”

But Eren wasn’t ready to hear that. Not yet. Not when everything inside him screamed to fight for her, to make it right somehow.

“I’m not ready to let her go,” he muttered, the words feeling like a confession he wasn’t proud of. “But I don’t know how to make things right either.”

Slight time skip.

The weekend with Lennox passed by in a blur, each moment spent with his son pulling Eren deeper into the quiet realization of how much he had messed up. Lennox was so full of life, so innocent, and every laugh, every hug, every small gesture made Eren’s chest ache with regret. He watched the way his son looked at him, as if he was the most important person in the world, and it made him realize how much he had taken for granted.

You had given him everything. When he could barely afford to feed himself, you made sure he ate. You were the one who supported him when he had nothing, when his dreams were just that—dreams. You fed him, clothed him, and helped him build a life, and he had been too blind to see it. You took away all his burdens, but in return, it seemed like he had left you with nothing but more.

Later that night, after Lennox had fallen asleep in his room, Eren found himself scrolling through your Instagram. He tried not to, but his fingers betrayed him as they tapped on the screen, his eyes scanning through the pictures and videos from your night out. You looked happy. You looked free, laughing with friends, living a life that didn’t include him.

The pang of guilt hit him again. It stung more than he expected. You had always been beautiful, but now, in these pictures, it was different. You looked so alive, so at peace. And it hit him hard—you never really smiled with him. Not like that. The way you smiled in these photos, the way you were carefree and glowing, was something he hadn’t seen in a long time. It was as if all the weight of the world had been lifted from your shoulders, and for the first time in a long time, you were truly yourself again.

Eren’s heart twisted in his chest. He had been so focused on himself, on his struggles, that he hadn’t even noticed how much he had drained you. How much he had left you to carry on your own while he just kept taking.

The thought of how much he had messed up, how much he had hurt you, hit him like a ton of bricks. You had given him everything, and he had given you nothing in return—not even the basic decency of truly being there. He had let you go, and now you were living your life, and he was left with nothing but regret.

His finger hovered over the screen, a text message to you sitting in his drafts, but he couldn't bring himself to send it. The words seemed empty, not enough to fix what he had broken.

Eren sighed, setting the phone down on the counter. The weight of his mistakes hung heavy in the air, suffocating him.

Your POV

You hadn’t heard from Eren all weekend, and to be honest, you were kind of relieved. The quiet had been nice, but it wasn’t without its own weight. You missed your little boy, Lennox, more than you cared to admit. The house felt too empty without him running around, causing chaos, or asking you a thousand questions. It was strange, the silence.

You figured if you called his iPad, he’d ignore the call as usual—typical Lenny. You chuckled to yourself, rolling your eyes. “Bad ass kid,” you muttered under your breath, but the thought of him made you smile despite yourself.

With a sigh, you decided to call Eren directly instead. Maybe, just maybe, you could talk to him about Lennox’s day. It’s not like you expected any real conversation, but you knew Eren wouldn’t ignore you. He picked up after three rings.

His face appeared on the screen, and you could immediately tell he was exhausted. Dark circles were under his eyes, his hair a little disheveled, and his expression was heavy.

“What’s up with you? Lenny wear you out with his antics?” you asked, trying to sound lighthearted, but there was a softness to your tone, a mix of concern and amusement. “I told you, he’s a handful.”

Eren let out a tired sigh, rubbing his face. “Lemme guess,” he said, his voice thick with exhaustion. “You called his iPad and he ignored you?”

You snorted. “You know he’s bad. You really think he’s gonna pick up for me?”

Eren’s eyes flickered for a second, a small, tired grin tugging at the corner of his lips. “He gets that from you,” he said, the words almost too quiet, like a fleeting moment of honesty.

“Yeah, right,” you said with a sarcastic smile, but your voice softened. “Put my son on the phone. I miss my baby.”

Eren hesitated for a moment, his gaze lingering on you. Then, with a quiet exhale, he shifted his camera and called out to Lennox, his voice a little more gentle. "Lenny, come here, bud. Mommy’s on the phone."

You waited eagerly, your heart tightening in your chest as you saw Lennox’s little face pop up on the screen. His eyes lit up the moment he saw you, and his smile made everything feel right again, if only for a moment.

"Mommy!" he exclaimed, his tiny hands reaching for the screen. "I miss you!"

Your heart melted. "I miss you too, baby," you said, voice soft, a smile tugging at your lips. "How’s your weekend with Daddy?"

He started talking a mile a minute, telling you about his time with Eren, his adventures with his toys, and all the little things he’d been up to. It wasn’t much, but to you, it was everything. It was the little pieces of him that made you feel close, even if you couldn’t be there with him.

Eren watched the exchange quietly, his eyes lingering on you for a moment before he turned to watch Lennox. There was something in his gaze, something you couldn’t quite place. It wasn’t just tiredness, not just exhaustion—there was a depth there, a mix of regret and yearning that made your chest tighten. But for now, you pushed that aside, just grateful to see your son smiling, happy, and alive on the other side of the screen.

You listened intently as Lennox babbled on about his day, your heart swelling with every word. The way he spoke with such enthusiasm, like the world was his playground. It was one of those moments where, despite everything that had changed, you could still find a piece of normalcy in the way he talked about his little world.

"And then when I woke up, Daddy was talking to Unca Connie and Unca Ony about mommy," Lennox said, his voice full of innocence as he continued recounting his weekend.

Your smile faltered for a brief second, and you looked at Eren. His expression was unreadable, but the way he was holding the phone, the slight stiffening of his posture, made something stir inside you. You raised an eyebrow, a playful yet pointed look on your face. "Oh, really?" you asked, curiosity mixing with a hint of sarcasm.

"Yah," Lennox said matter-of-factly, not picking up on the weight in the conversation. "Apparently they made Daddy look really sad. But then I watched Coco Melon with Rummie and CJ."

You couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your lips. "Coco Melon," you mused, "the cure for all things, huh?"

Eren didn’t respond right away. He just stared at the screen for a moment, his gaze briefly flicking between you and Lennox. You could tell he wasn’t exactly thrilled about the conversation Lennox had just mentioned. It made your chest tighten a little, but you didn’t press it. Not yet, anyway.

Lennox, oblivious to the shift in the conversation, turned his attention to Eren with a sudden change of subject. "I want snacks, Daddy," he said, his voice demanding, just like any three-year-old who had a sudden craving.

Eren blinked, snapping back to the moment. He gave a small chuckle, the smile on his face genuine but tired. "Alright, alright, buddy," he said, his voice soft as he looked at his son. "I’ll get you something."

You could see the change in him when he looked at Lennox—his walls softening, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten as he focused on his son. It made your heart ache in a way you hadn’t expected. You were reminded of the man he used to be, the man you had fallen for, even if it felt like a lifetime ago.

"How about some fruit and crackers?" Eren offered, his voice light as he moved toward the kitchen, still holding the phone.

Lennox’s face lit up. "Yay!" he cheered, clapping his little hands.

You smiled fondly at the interaction, but your mind was still spinning from what Lennox had said earlier. Eren had been talking about you with Connie and Ony? You wondered what exactly they had said to him. What had made Eren so sad?

Before you could dwell too much on it, Lennox’s attention returned to you, his voice suddenly small. "Mommy, when can I come home?"

The question hit you unexpectedly. Your heart twisted, and you had to swallow the lump that formed in your throat. "Soon, baby," you said, keeping your voice steady, though your eyes felt a little warmer than usual. "You’ll be back with Mommy before you know it."

You caught Eren looking at you for a moment, his eyes dark with something you couldn’t quite place. It was hard to tell if it was regret, guilt, or maybe just the weight of everything between you two. But for now, you held on to the moment, the quiet peace of seeing your son so happy.

Eren watched as Lennox dashed off toward the living room to grab his iPad, making zoom noises with each step, completely oblivious to the tension building in the room. He sighed, leaning back against the counter as he rubbed his forehead. "I don't know where he gets all this energy from," he muttered, a small, almost wistful smile tugging at his lips as he watched Lennox run off.

You didn't let him linger on the moment for long. You weren’t in the mood for small talk or pretending that everything was fine. Cutting straight to the heart of the matter, you asked, "You talking about me with Connie and Ony, Eren?"

His smile faltered, and his shoulders tensed. He didn’t look at you immediately, eyes flicking toward Lennox before finally settling on you. There was a moment of hesitation before he sighed again, his voice dropping to a more serious tone.

"Yeah," he admitted, his voice almost too quiet. "They were... trying to talk some sense into me. You’ve been on my mind a lot, and they know it."

You couldn’t quite pinpoint the emotion that surfaced at his words. Part of you was relieved that he wasn’t trying to dodge the question, but the rest of you felt a tightness in your chest. You pressed your lips together, fighting the urge to snap, trying to keep your voice steady as you asked, "And what exactly did they say?"

Eren ran a hand through his hair, frustration clear in his posture. "They… they made me realize a lot of things I didn’t want to face. About us. About how I treated you." His gaze flickered toward the ground, as if he couldn’t quite look you in the eye as he said it. "I messed up, Y/N. I know I did. And I didn’t want to hear it from them, but... they’re right."

You took in a deep breath, trying to keep your emotions in check. "I’m not here to listen to your excuses, Eren," you said, your voice softer but firm. "I’m not some… I’m not some lesson to be learned from your friends. You had the chance to make it right a long time ago."

Eren nodded slowly, the weight of his regret sitting heavily between you both. "I know," he said, his voice low, like he was ashamed to say it aloud. "I didn’t show up when I should have. I was so caught up in myself, I didn’t see how much you were doing for me. For us. You were right... you deserved better than that."

The words hit you harder than you expected. There was so much history between you, so many moments you’d both buried under years of silence and unspoken resentment. But hearing him admit it, even just a little, stirred something in you—something that made you hesitate before responding.

"You don’t get to just fix it all with a few words, Eren," you said, your heart beating a little faster. "I’m not your savior anymore. You chose all this."

Eren’s eyes softened, guilt flooding his gaze. "I know, and I don’t expect you to forgive me right away. But I’m trying, Y/N. I really am. I’m not asking for you to come back, or anything like that. But I need to show you that I can be better, that I can do right by you and Lennox."

For a long moment, the two of you just stood there, the weight of everything lingering in the space between your words. You wanted to believe him, you really did, but after everything that had happened, you couldn’t help but wonder if it was too late for that kind of redemption.

But then, as if to interrupt the tension in the room, Lennox came bounding back into the kitchen, holding up his iPad triumphantly. "I got it, Mommy!" he cheered.

You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of him, his energy pulling you out of the heavy silence. Eren’s gaze softened again as he watched Lennox, and for a brief second, you saw the man he used to be—the one who had cared, who had loved. The one who still wanted to do right by his son.

You exhaled slowly, giving him a small nod. "You’ve got a lot to prove, Eren. But for now, let’s just focus on him." You pointed to Lennox, who was eagerly awaiting your attention.

Eren nodded, his expression quiet but resolute. "I will. I promise."

You said your goodbyes to Eren and Lenny. Eren asked if he can keep Lennox longer, you said you will call him back later with an answer. you then called up your group.

You leaned back against the counter as you listened to the back-and-forth in your group chat. The sound of their voices was comforting, a small reminder that you weren’t going through this alone. But the frustration, the anger, that still lingered inside of you came to a head with Jaynae’s words.

Jaynae didn’t hold back, as always, but her words were sharp and right on target. "Eren is a fuck ass white boy..." she started, and you could hear the anger in her voice. "Like Y/N doesn't know. What has he done for Y/N really? Nothing, even now, he’s stressing her about how he cares now and shit... fuck him, and I’m saying that bold."

Solene quickly jumped in, trying to tone things down. "Jay, don’t say that. We’re all feeling this way, but you don’t need to be that harsh."

Reiner’s voice cut through the background, low and calm, as he spoke to his wife. "Babe, relax." You could hear the concern in his voice, but Jaynae wasn’t having it.

You stared at your phone for a moment, absorbing everything they said. The anger in their voices mirrored what you had been feeling for so long. But part of you didn’t want to hear it from them, even though you knew it was the truth. You knew it deep down. You were so tired of carrying the weight of Eren’s actions. So tired of forgiving him every time he came crawling back.

You spoke up, your voice steady but strained. "I didn’t want to tell you guys this, but Lennox said something tonight." You heard them go silent, waiting for you to continue. "He said that when Eren was talking to Connie and Ony, he sounded really sad, like he felt bad about everything. He said he was talking about me and how he messed up."

Kaylah was the first to respond, her voice soft but knowing. "So Eren finally gets it. Took him long enough."

Solene agreed with a sigh, adding, "Doesn’t matter, though. He doesn’t know how much you cried over his shit. How many nights you spent worrying about him, about the future of your family, while he was out there… just not caring."

You didn’t know what to say. Part of you wanted to defend him—because, in a way, you always did—but the truth was, you couldn’t anymore. You had given him enough chances, let him back in more times than you cared to count, only for him to mess it up again.

Jaynae’s anger was palpable through the phone. "He doesn’t get to come back and act like he cares now. He fucked up. And I don’t care if he finally understands or not. It’s too little, too late." Her words hit you hard, but you knew she was right.

You felt a pang of guilt for not being able to protect yourself sooner, for not realizing how much damage had been done. You’d let him back into your life each time, hoping things would be different, but they never were.

Reiner’s voice cut through the chaos of emotions. "Babe, relax. We know you’re mad, but yelling isn’t going to fix it."

Jaynae let out a frustrated huff, but she seemed to take Reiner’s advice. "Fine. But Eren needs to hear this. He needs to know that this isn’t just about him feeling bad. It’s about the years of bullshit he put you through. The neglect. The selfishness."

You nodded, even though no one could see you. "Yeah. It’s about time he realized it, but I don’t know if I can just forgive him, even if he gets it now."

Kaylah’s voice was warm, understanding. "Don’t force yourself to, Y/N. You’ve done enough for him. It’s his turn to make things right, but you don’t owe him forgiveness if you’re not ready for it."

Solene agreed, adding, "You have to do what’s best for you and Lennox. Don’t let him back in unless you truly feel he’s worth it."

You felt a small bit of relief in their words. You weren’t alone in this. You didn’t have to make this decision on your own. Your friends, your support system, were there, reminding you that you were allowed to be angry, to take time, and to protect yourself.

"I’ll call him back later," you said, finally. "But I don’t know what to tell him. I can’t just… go back to how things were. Not after everything."

Jaynae’s voice softened. "Do what you need to do, girl. We’ve got your back, no matter what."

You smiled slightly, feeling the weight of the support from your friends. Maybe you didn’t have to figure everything out tonight. Maybe you just needed time to breathe, to think, and to make sure that whatever decision you made, it would be the one that was right for you and Lennox.

For now, you just needed to focus on him, the only person who had been there for you through everything. And that was enough.

You sometime after the call to clean up the house, put away Lennox's toys and do a quick target run. your car was in the shop so you had to Uber there. Part of you with Lennox was here right now, he loved you guys' lil target runs. while picking up his lil snacks and stuff for yourself. You heard someone say, Mommy, you follow the voice to see Lennox running towards you and Eren not too far behind.

You stood there for a moment, the sight of Eren and Lennox in their matching sweat suits catching you off guard. The last thing you expected was to see Eren, out of the blue, walking toward you with a cart full of healthy snacks and juices for Lennox. You had come to Target for a quick run, and now you had to face him—looking tired, a little off, but still... there, with your son.

Lennox was practically bouncing with excitement, running up to you with a wide grin on his face. "Mommy!" he called out, his voice full of joy as he wrapped his tiny arms around your legs.

You bent down to hug him back, smiling despite the tension that was bubbling inside you. "Hey, baby," you said softly, trying to hide the little knot of unease that had started forming in your stomach. You glanced up at Eren, who was standing not far behind, pushing a cart of what looked like the same things you had in yours. Healthy snacks, juices... the usual, but with a few extras. The toy car was definitely a surprise.

Lennox pulled back from you, eyes sparkling as he tugged at your sleeve. "Daddy took me to get snacks, Mom, and a new toy car! I want a big one! Can I get a big one?" he said, excitement practically radiating off of him.

You glanced at the toy aisle in the distance, then back at Eren, who simply shrugged as if to say, "What can I do?" You raised your eyebrows at him, silently asking, Where is he going to put that thing?

Eren gave you a tired smile, his shoulders slumping slightly as he looked at you and then at Lennox, who was practically bouncing on his heels in anticipation. "Let’s get a smaller one for now, okay?" he said gently to Lennox, who immediately pouted but nodded his agreement.

Lennox’s little face scrunched up in disappointment, but he obeyed, knowing that once he got to pick something, it would be hard to say no to him.

Eren then looked over at you, his expression soft but tired. "Want me to take over for a bit? Just add the stuff in your cart to mine, and I’ll finish it up for you," he offered, his voice low but calm.

For a moment, you hesitated. Part of you wanted to refuse, wanting to maintain your independence, but then you saw the exhaustion in his face. You couldn't help but feel a tiny pang of sympathy for him, despite everything. He looked like he was trying, but... was he really?

You glanced at your cart, the small stack of things you had grabbed already, and then back at Lennox, who was happily distracted by a row of toy cars. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to let him help for once, especially when you had your hands full with so much already.

"Fine," you said, keeping your tone neutral, but there was something in the way you said it that made Eren pause for just a second. You added the items in your cart to his, keeping your gaze on Lennox as he fidgeted and glanced between the two of you. "Just don’t go overboard with the snacks this time, okay?" You raised an eyebrow, a small smirk tugging at the corner of your lips.

Eren nodded, pushing the cart a little closer to yours. "I won’t," he promised, though his voice held a hint of the same weariness that was obvious in his posture.

It felt odd—standing here with him in Target, talking about mundane things like toys and snacks when just the other day you could barely stand being in the same room with him. Yet, you couldn’t help but wonder if this was an attempt, some small sign that he was trying to make things right. But was it enough? Was he enough?

You couldn’t let your guard down just yet, even if you wanted to.

You and eren walked through the aisles, picking up stuff for your son's and your respective houses. You paused for a moment as Eren casually placed another item in the cart without asking, his fingers brushing yours ever so slightly. The simple gesture brought a flood of mixed emotions that you quickly shoved down. You'd been trying to keep your distance from him, both physically and emotionally, but somehow—here you were. Walking the aisles of Target with him, the man who had been a stranger in your life not so long ago, doing things for you without hesitation, like it was just another day in the world you used to share.

You gave him a sideways glance. "You don’t have to do that. I can handle my own, you know?" you said softly, though you didn’t move to take the item out of the cart.

He didn’t look at you right away, but his voice was low and steady when he responded. "I know you can, babe...Y/N...but just… let me, okay?"

The way he said your name, soft but insistent, made something in your chest tighten. You didn’t respond right away. Part of you wanted to insist on doing everything yourself, as you always had. But another part of you—something deep down—wanted to let him help. To let him in. To stop carrying the weight of everything all on your own.

Before you could process any more of that, you heard Lennox laughing and shouting as he ran ahead of you both, waving snacks in his tiny hands at strangers and telling them, "Hi!" like they were his best friends.

"Hey!" you called after him, but it was no use. He was already off, running toward the next group of people to share his little treats with. You couldn’t help but smile, even though you were mentally trying to corral him from a distance.

Eren watched him for a moment before turning to you, his gaze more serious now, and you could feel the weight of what he was about to say. "You’re doing a great job with him," he said, his voice softer than usual. "You know that, right?"

You paused, trying not to let the compliment make you feel anything more than what it was—just words. But it still hit you in a way you didn’t expect. You’d been doing everything for Lennox on your own for so long, putting in the work and making sure he was always taken care of, even when it felt like you were running on empty. To hear it from him—it was unexpected, but not unwelcome.

"Thanks," you said quietly, your eyes briefly meeting his. "It’s not easy, but I try. He’s worth it."

Eren didn’t reply right away, but you saw the look in his eyes—a mix of regret, pride, and maybe even something else you couldn’t place. The whole situation felt surreal. Maybe, just maybe, he was beginning to understand the weight of everything you’d been carrying.

But before you could get lost in your thoughts, Lennox came running back, face lit up with excitement as he tugged on your sleeve. "Mommy! Mommy! I want this one!" He showed you a toy car, the same one he'd pointed out earlier.

You smiled at your son’s enthusiasm, even as you glanced at Eren, who was still standing beside you, silently watching the exchange. You could almost feel his presence like a quiet support, as if he was trying to be part of this moment with you. Trying to fix things, even if it was just in little ways.

"Alright, Lenny," you said, leaning down to his level. "Let’s grab it and then we can get going. Daddy and I still have some shopping to finish."

Eren’s voice cut through before you could get back up. "Let me take care of the toy. You grab the rest."

You met his eyes again, studying his face for any hint of insincerity, but there was nothing there. Just that tired, yet genuine look.

After a moment, you gave in, nodding. "Okay."

It wasn’t about the toy. It wasn’t about the groceries. It was about this—this moment where you were both trying to figure out what came next. Trying, in your ways, to make things work for Lennox. Maybe, just maybe, it was enough for now.

You were finally up at the register, you went to tell the cashier to pass you a divider to separate your items and Eren stopped you and paid and handled everything.

Eren pushed the cart out with Lenny sitting it looking a lil sleepy.

Eren asked 'Where are you parked."

"My car is in the shop."

Eren sighed. Lemme drop you home then "Eren it's fine I'll call an uber." Eren eyed you up and down and put all the items in the car while strapping Lennox in the car seat "Just get in yn...please"

You hesitated, your hand still hovering over your phone to call an Uber, but the look Eren gave you made you pause. His expression was somewhere between pleading and frustration, like he didn’t want to leave you to handle everything on your own. You could feel the weight of the moment—his insistence, the tension between you two that had never really gone away, no matter how much you tried to distance yourself.

You looked down at Lennox, who was already half-asleep in the cart, his little head drooping as he fought to stay awake. You knew you’d have to carry him from the cart to the car anyway, so maybe it would be easier just to let Eren drop you off.

"Please, Y/N," Eren repeated, his voice quieter now. "Just get in. I’m not trying to do anything. I just want to make sure you and Lenny get home safe."

His words caught you off guard, but there was sincerity in them. You could see it in the way he was carefully placing the bags in the trunk and strapping Lennox into the car seat, like he was trying to make up for everything that had happened.

You sighed, feeling a mix of exhaustion and confusion. The old part of you—the part that used to rely on him—wanted to say yes, wanted to just accept his help. But there was still that wall between you, that part of you that had been hurt too many times to let go easily.

"I don’t need you to do this, Eren," you said, your voice soft but firm. "I can handle it on my own."

Eren stood up, closing the trunk, and gave you a look that was almost... sad. His eyes lingered on you for a moment before he spoke again, this time more quietly. "I know you can. But that doesn’t mean I can’t help, Y/N. Let me do this."

You glanced at him, searching his face for any hint of insincerity, but all you saw was exhaustion and... maybe regret? You didn't know if it was enough to make you let go of your pride, but you could tell he wasn’t going to push any further.

With a sigh, you gave in, finally nodding. "Fine."

Eren’s face softened, relief flashing across his features, but he didn’t say anything more. He simply opened the passenger door for you and waited, stepping aside to let you in.

You climbed in, shutting the door behind you, and Eren quickly got in on the other side. As he started the car, the familiar hum of the engine filling the space between you, he didn’t say anything for a while. He seemed focused on the road, both hands gripping the wheel, his jaw tight as though he was holding something back.

Lennox was still half-conscious in the backseat, his little voice murmuring softly as he tried to stay awake. The car was quiet except for the sound of the road and your son's occasional mumble, but the silence between you and Eren felt different this time. Less cold, maybe even a little softer.

You couldn’t help but feel the weight of everything—the past, the present, the things left unsaid. But for now, you let it go, and for the first time in a long while, you just allowed yourself to be in this moment.

Eren's pov

She fell asleep in the passenger seat of my car. I took out my phone and took a picture of her then one of Lennox passed out in the back seat. I felt terrible.

While I was out there acting like yn didn't mean anything to me, putting fake friends above her. All she ever did was love me and try to learn to love me when I didn't love myself.

Eren’s heart tightened in his chest as he stared at the photos on his phone. He didn’t care that it felt wrong to snap the pictures without her knowing—he had to see it. He had to remind himself of what he lost, of the love that had once been so constant in his life and now felt like a distant memory. The photo of Y/N, peaceful in the passenger seat, her hair falling across her face as she slept, made the guilt burn in his stomach. She looked so... content—something he hadn't given her in so long.

He stared at Lennox in the rearview mirror. His son, just like him, already fighting sleep, but the exhaustion won out. The sight of Lennox sleeping soundly made the pain cut even deeper. He wasn’t just hurting Y/N; he was hurting their son. Their family.

This is what I lost.

The words echoed in his mind, over and over, until they burned into his skull. He’d made a mess of everything. While he had been out there, pretending he didn’t need her, letting people like Elijah cloud his judgment and get in his head, Y/N had been there—always there. Loving him in the way that only she could. And what did he do? He pushed her away, took her for granted, chose everything and everyone else over her, and watched her slowly break apart.

What did she even see in him? What kind of man was he, that he let something so real slip away?

He turned the wheel, taking the turn toward her house, his fingers gripping the wheel with a mixture of desperation and regret. He didn’t know what else to do, or what to say. Words felt useless now. He had to show her, somehow, that he was willing to do whatever it took to make things right. If she’d even let him.

But the thought of her moving on without him, of him being just another chapter in her past, gnawed at him. He hated it. The thought of her smiling, truly smiling, with someone else—someone who could love her the way she deserved—was unbearable.

His grip tightened on the steering wheel, and he forced the thoughts away.

No. He wasn’t going to let that happen.

He glanced over at Y/N, still asleep beside him, her breathing slow and steady. She had always been so strong—too strong for her own good. He didn’t deserve her, but he wasn’t going to let her go without fighting for her. This time, he wasn’t going to fuck it up. This time, he was going to show her that he saw her. That he valued her. That he loved her.

It was time to stop being the man who kept running away from his own feelings. It was time to be the man who could fight for the woman he loved.

The woman he still loved.

Your pov

He woke you up gently, letting me know he was here, his voice soft enough not to wake Lennox. You watched as he unstrapped Lenny from his car seat, carefully lifting him into his arms, his hands steady as he held our son close. He carried him inside with that effortless ease, like it was the most natural thing in the world, then went back out to bring in the bags.

You took Lenny to his room, and got him ready for bed, tucking him in and whispering a goodnight before slipping back out. When you returned to the living room, Eren was busy unpacking the bags, putting away all the things we’d picked out at Target, as if this was still his home too. The quiet between us was heavy, and you found myself glancing over, wondering what was going through his mind.

“About the stuff you were gonna take for Lenny,” you said, breaking the silence.

He shrugged, barely looking up. “I’m good for it. Just wanna make sure things are straight here first.”

you nodded, taking in his familiar expression, the hint of something behind those tired eyes. “Thanks, Eren.”

He paused, his gaze finally meeting mine. “Y/N… can we talk? Like, for real?”

His voice held a rawness you hadn’t heard in a long time.

Part of you wanted to tell him to leave, to protect yourself from whatever promises or apologies he had for you now. But another part—the part that still felt the sting of lost years and wasted dreams—was curious. Maybe, after all this time, he had something real to say.

"Alright," you finally said, folding your arms and leaning against the kitchen counter as he finished putting the last few items away.

He turned to face you, hands stuffed in his pockets, looking more like a man on the verge of spilling his soul than the self-assured Eren you once knew. “I know I messed up,” he started, his eyes finding yours with a mix of remorse and determination. “I didn’t just mess up... I ruined the best thing that ever happened to me.”

You stayed quiet, letting him get it out, though the words struck a chord.

“I took you for granted, Y/N. I was so focused on everything else—the guys, the business, my own pride—hell, I don’t even know what I was so focused on half the time. And the worst part? You were the one constant, the one person who showed up, who never quit, even when I didn’t deserve it.”

He ran a hand through his hair, glancing away like he was ashamed. “I’m not asking you to forgive me or take me back. I know it doesn’t work like that. But... I need you to know that I see it now. I see what I did to you, and it eats me up inside.”

A lump formed in your throat as you looked at him, trying to keep your emotions in check. You’d waited so long to hear something like this from him, but now that he was finally saying it, it was almost too much.

He continued, “I’m trying to be better. For Lennox... and for you. Even if we never go back to the way things were, I need you to know that. And if I can ever make things right, if there’s ever anything you need, I’ll be there. I swear, I’ll be there.”

You took a shaky breath, glancing at the man in front of you—the man who, for the first time in a long time, seemed honest. Vulnerable. And maybe even a little lost.

“Eren…” you started, choosing your words carefully. “I needed this... a long time ago. I don’t know if I can ever forget the things we went through, and I don’t know if it’ll ever feel the same.”

He nodded, his expression a mixture of regret and understanding. “I know. I don’t expect you to. I just—thank you for hearing me out.”

There was a silence between you, filled with all the words you couldn’t say, all the apologies he could never fully express.

As Eren moved to leave, you felt something stir inside you, a mixture of anger and longing that you couldn’t hold back any longer.

“Eren, wait,” you said sharply, and he froze, hand on the doorknob. He turned back, eyes searching your face with a glimmer of hope. “Stay,” you said, your voice softer this time. “I mean… for Lennox. He’d probably want you here when he wakes up.”

He hesitated, clearly surprised, but you saw the flicker of relief flash across his face. Eren nodded slowly, stepping away from the door and back into the room.

You crossed your arms, not fully ready to let your guard down. “Don’t think this changes anything,” you said, unable to stop yourself from letting the bitterness show. “This… confession or apology or whatever this is. You don’t get to just walk back in here like nothing happened.”

“I know that, Y/N,” he said, his voice low. “I know I don’t deserve a second chance, especially not from you.”

You laughed, though there was no humor in it. “You think an apology can undo years of you putting everyone else before me? Making me feel like a fool for sticking by you?”

His jaw clenched, eyes hardening. “You think I don’t know that? You think I don’t hate myself for it? I’m here because I want to make things right, not pretend that I didn’t screw everything up.”

You stepped closer, the tension between you sparking like electricity. “But you didn’t care when it mattered, did you, Eren? When I was crying, begging you to put us first—you were out there, with your boys or with some leech of a friend. And now, after all this time, you want to feel bad?”

Eren’s face darkened, his fists clenching at his sides. “You don’t think I know what I did?” he shot back, his voice rising. “You don’t think I see it every time I look at you and realize that I lost the only person who ever gave a damn about me? I know I’m too late—I just can’t sit here and do nothing about it.”

You let out a shaky breath, the anger warring with an ache that had never fully left you. “You say that now, but it’s easy to regret it all when you’ve already lost. It’s too late to go back, Eren. You can’t just show up now and act like you’re some savior.”

He took a step forward, closing the space between you, his eyes intense, filled with something raw. “You don’t think I know I’m too late? I’m just trying, for once in my life, to do the right thing. Even if you hate me.”

Your chest tightened as he looked at you like that, with a fire in his gaze that was so familiar, so maddening. His presence filled the room, suffocating yet strangely comforting, a reminder of all the nights you spent hoping he’d say these words.

“I should hate you,” you whispered, almost to yourself. “I should hate you for all the ways you hurt me. And yet…”

He held your gaze, his expression shifting to something softer, more vulnerable. “And yet… what?”

You shook your head, fighting back the tears that were threatening to spill. “I don’t even know anymore, Eren. Part of me wants to push you out and never see you again, and part of me…”

You trailed off, feeling foolish, but Eren’s hand reached out, brushing against your arm. The touch sent a jolt through you, reigniting emotions you’d tried to bury. His eyes softened as he looked at you, and you felt a pang of the old connection that had once been your everything.

“If there’s any part of you that doesn’t want me gone,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, “then let me try. Even if it’s just for Lennox.”

You searched his face, torn between the anger, the hurt, and the memories. “Fine,” you said finally, voice thick with emotion. “You can stay tonight. But don’t think this is some invitation to waltz back into my life like nothing happened. You have to earn every bit of my trust back, and right now, you’re starting from nothing.”

Eren nodded, a glimmer of relief crossing his face. “I’ll take it,” he said softly, as if he knew the magnitude of what you’d just allowed.

You turned away, heading towards your room with one last look over your shoulder. “Make yourself comfortable,” you said, voice steadier than you felt. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

It was 1 a.m., and sleep just wouldn’t come. You slipped out of bed and made your way downstairs, hoping maybe a glass of water or the stillness of the night would bring some calm. When you reached the back porch, you spotted Eren outside, sitting alone, his silhouette softened by the dim glow of his cigarette. You watched for a moment, noticing his lips moving, unsure if he was on the phone or just talking to himself.

“Man, I don’t know if I can handle this,” you heard him murmur, his voice barely cutting through the quiet night air. “I know I deserve this, but… I really love her.”

And then another voice came through the line—a voice you recognized all too well: Elijah.

“For what, her?” Elijah scoffed, his tone dripping with venom. “I been told you she ain’t no good. Her and her whole fuck-ass family. You think it’s her that’s got you where you’re at? It’s all you, man. She divorced you, took half of what you worked for, and you didn’t even want children in the first place.”

You stayed quiet, pulse quickening, curiosity and a hint of hurt holding you in place. You wanted to hear Eren’s response—needed to.

Eren sighed, his voice quieter, wearier. “Why you hate her so much, man?”

“‘Cause she ain’t shit, bro,” Elijah snapped, a hint of anger and arrogance. “She’s useless, ain’t ever taken care of you, ain’t no good.”

A beat of silence stretched between them. Eren’s jaw clenched, his profile shadowed but strong. His reply cut through the tension.

“This is why I was tryna keep my distance from you.”

Elijah cursed, his voice harsh and biting, words meant to tear at Eren’s resolve. But Eren didn’t respond. His grip tightened on the phone before he muttered, “I’m good, man,” and hung up, letting the phone drop beside him. He leaned back, took another long drag from his cigarette, eyes lost somewhere in the distance, the weight of his thoughts heavy on his shoulders.

You stood there, unseen but unable to ignore the quiet intensity of the scene, a small crack of light on the depth of Eren’s struggle… and maybe something else.

You watched him quietly from the shadows, your heart pounding at what you’d just heard. Eren seemed worn down, his shoulders slumped as he took a long drag, staring out into the night. You didn’t know whether to feel vindicated, hurt, or relieved—maybe all of it at once. You’d suspected for a long time that Elijah was one of the reasons behind Eren’s distance, but to hear it confirmed felt like reopening an old wound.

After a few moments, Eren seemed to notice your presence. He turned, his eyes widening slightly before settling into a tired look, one you recognized as the same mix of shame and frustration that always appeared when he was forced to confront the mess he’d created.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asked, trying for a casual tone, though he seemed to sense there was no use in pretending.

You shrugged, stepping closer and crossing your arms. “Funny, I could say the same about you. Heard enough to know I was right about him.”

Eren exhaled slowly, his gaze dropping as he stubbed out the cigarette. “You don’t need to worry about Eli. I… I’m done with him.” He sounded as though he was convincing himself as much as you.

“Eren,” you began, searching for the words. “You kept him around for years, even when I told you what he’d been saying, even when you knew what he thought of me.” The words felt heavy as they left your lips, carrying the weight of all the nights you’d tried to explain why it hurt you that he valued Eli’s word so much.

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I know. And I should have listened to you. Hell, I should have seen it myself. I was so wrapped up in trying to hang onto everything… my friends, my pride, my independence, that I didn’t realize what I was letting go of until it was too late.” He paused, his voice softening. “And now, it’s you I’m trying to hang onto.”

You crossed your arms tighter, steeling yourself. “Words don’t mean much, Eren. Not anymore.”

He looked at you with a kind of desperation that made your resolve waver, just slightly. “I know they don’t. But I need you to know that it’s not just words. I’ve been cutting off people who aren’t any good for me. I want to be better for Lennox… and for you, if there’s even a chance I could earn that.”

You shook your head, trying to keep your composure. “It’s going to take more than just getting rid of people, Eren. You’ve hurt me in ways I can’t just forget.”

He looked down, guilt flashing across his face. “I know. And if that means we never get back together, then… then I have to live with that. But I don’t want to hurt you anymore.”

Silence hung between you, heavy and charged, as you watched him, conflicted. His words sounded real, but the years of broken promises made it hard to trust anything he said. Still, the vulnerability in his eyes made it hard to turn away.

You finally nodded. “Then prove it. Not just to me, but to Lennox. Show me that this isn’t just another empty promise.”

Eren stubbed out his cigarette, his gaze softening as he noticed you by the doorway. Without a word, he reached over, taking your hand and pulling you gently onto his lap. You could feel the warmth of his embrace and the lingering scent of smoke as he held you close, his chest rising and falling beneath you. His arms wrapped around you tightly, like he was scared to let go.

The weight of his words, his touch—it all felt like it was tugging you back into memories you’d tried to bury. His breath was warm against your neck as he murmured, “I remember you picking out the colours for every room, saying how you wanted a place Lennox could run around in, how you pictured us… growing old here. I couldn’t see it then, but I can now.”

You shifted slightly, feeling a pang in your chest. “Eren… we’re not the same people we were back then. You say you love me now, but where was that love when I needed it most?”

He pulled you closer, his voice thick. “I know I can’t make up for all the ways I failed you, but I’m asking for a chance to be better. To give you the love you deserved from the start.”

You wanted to keep your resolve, to remind him that you weren’t someone he could just pull close when it suited him. But the way he held you, the sincerity in his voice—it was everything you’d wanted to hear, but it also reminded you of every hurtful memory, every time you’d felt alone in a house that should have been filled with love.

“You think it’s that simple?” you whispered, half-pleading, half-defiant, trying to keep from giving in completely.

“No. It’s not simple. It’s going to take time, and I know you might never forgive me fully. But if there’s even a small part of you that still wants me, that still remembers why we fell in love in the first place… then let me show you. Let me prove I’m not that selfish guy who didn’t appreciate you.” He looked into your eyes, his hand brushing a stray hair from your face. “Please, let me stay… for you and Lennox.”

The weight of his words lingered, stirring up feelings you weren’t ready to face. But with his arms around you, it felt, for just a moment, like maybe things could be different.

You sighed, a mixture of frustration and longing swirling inside you. Maybe it was a mistake—one that would pull you back into the hurt and anger you’d worked so hard to get past. But as you looked into his eyes, so filled with regret and something that almost felt like hope, you couldn’t bring yourself to push him away.

“Okay,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. You looked away, not wanting him to see the vulnerability you’d just let slip. “But don’t think this is a reset. Things can’t just go back to how they were.”

Eren’s grip on you tightened, and you could feel the relief in his touch. “I know. I don’t want things to be the way they were. I want them to be better. I want to… earn this. Whatever it takes, I’ll do it.”

You held his gaze, seeing a glimmer of the Eren you’d fallen for—the one who’d been lost to pride, mistakes, and years of neglect. It felt like standing on the edge of something you weren’t sure would hold, but a part of you, buried beneath the hurt, was curious enough to see if it could.

“Just… don’t make me regret this,” you murmured, resting your head against his chest, feeling his heart beat beneath your ear, steady but strong.

Eren leaned down, his voice barely above a whisper. “I won’t. Not this time.”

As you sat together, the silence between you felt both familiar and new, like the beginning of something unsteady but hopeful.

Eren’s lips brushed against yours, gentle at first, testing boundaries, as if he wasn’t sure if you’d pull away. The kiss was soft, slow, filled with an ache you hadn’t felt in ages, like he was searching for something in you he’d lost a long time ago.

His hand moved to cradle your cheek, his thumb brushing tenderly as he deepened the kiss. You could feel the hesitation in him, the desperation, and yet… you let yourself get lost in it, sinking into the warmth of him, the familiarity of his touch that still managed to feel brand new.

His other arm tightened around your waist, pulling you closer. It was like he was afraid to let go, like he knew this moment was fragile, and he didn’t want to shatter it. You could feel his heart pounding against yours, each beat reminding you of what you’d once shared—and the pain that had come with it.

You broke away, just slightly, catching your breath, looking up at him. His eyes were heavy with emotion, raw, and for a second, you saw the vulnerability he’d kept hidden for so long.

“Eren,” you whispered, barely able to say his name, feeling the weight of everything it meant.

“I’m not gonna mess this up again,” he murmured, his voice rough but filled with certainty. He searched your face, his fingers tracing the curve of your jaw. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere this time.”

Eren kissed you again this time picking you up and carrying you to your bed, the one you shared with him. Eren looked around the room for a moment “You didn’t change anything in here much.

You laughed “Nah, I liked the decor.”

Eren slowly pulled your pants down your legs, drinking in the sight of your bare skin with hungry eyes. He nudged your thighs further apart, settling between them like a man starved.

"Baby, please," he rasped, voice raw with desperation. "I need you back. Need to feel you again, all of you."

He lowered his head, tongue flicking out to taste your slick folds. Eren groaned at the first intimate brush of your essence on his tongue, the flavour igniting something primal deep within him. He lapped at your feverishly, delving deep with each broad stroke.

"Fuck, you taste divine," Eren gasped, mouth glistening with your arousal. "Missed this sweet cunt, missed hearing you scream on my tongue."

He sealed his lips around your clit, suckling the sensitive bud. His fingers joined in the assault, pumping in and out of your dripping channel in tandem with the thrusts of his tongue.

"Take me back, love," Eren pleaded, the words muffled against your skin. "Let me worship this pussy, fucking ruin you for anyone else."

He added a third finger, stretching your wide, feeling your walls begin to flutter around the intrusion. Eren knew you were close, could taste your impending release, and he doubled his efforts.

"Cum for me, baby," he commanded, voice a low growl. "Let go and fucking drench my face."

Eren sealed his mouth over yours again, tongue delving deep, fingers curling just right. He could feel the telltale tremble in your thighs, the sharp inhale

Fuck Daddy Ouu..Right there, you groaned.

Eren groaned against your heated flesh as you cried out for him, your thighs trembling on either side of his head. He could feel you getting closer and closer to the edge with each stroke of his tongue, each pump of his fingers.

"That's it, baby," he rasped, words muffled against your soaked folds. "Let go, cum all over Daddy's face."

your hands flew to Eren's hair, fisting the brown strands as he relentlessly worked you with his mouth and fingers. your body began to quake, back arching off the bed as your release crashed over you in waves.

"F-Fuck, Eren!" you wailed, hips bucking wildly against him. Eren held you down, keeping his mouth firmly in place to catch every drop of your essence. He lapped up your release greedily, the taste and sound of her pleasure shooting straight to his aching cock.

As your tremors began to subside, Eren pulled back, licking his lips in satisfaction. He crawled up your body, hovering over you with a predatory glint in his eyes.

"Mm, delicious as always," he purred, grinding his still-clothed erection against your sensitive clit. "But I'm not done with you yet, baby girl. Still need to feel this tight little cunt wrapped around my cock."

Without warning, Eren sat back on his heels and yanked his pants down, freeing his straining dick. In a quick movement, he flipped you onto her stomach and lifted your hips, lining himself up with your entrance.

"Fuck, you're so wet for me," Eren groaned, catching a glimpse of her swollen glistening clit as he positioned himself behind her.

The sight of your delicate, wet folds, still flushed and slick from your recent orgasm, made his mouth water. He had to taste her again, had to feel her come undone on his tongue again.

"Shh, relax baby," Eren cooed, his breath ghosting over your heated skin. "Gonna make you feel so fucking good." With that, he dipped his head, extending his tongue to lap at your tender bud. Your sharp inhale was music to his ears as he started to work you over with long, broad strokes.

He alternated between fast flicks and slow, deliberate licks, teasing you mercilessly. "That's it, let me hear those pretty little moans," Eren encouraged, one hand reaching up to pinch and roll a pert nipple. "Gonna suck this clit, make you ride my face until you're seeing stars." He sealed his lips around the sensitive nub, suckling gently before grazing it with his teeth.

At the same time, he slipped two fingers into your dripping channel, pumping them in time with the thrusts of his tongue.

Your hands flew to the sheets, gripping them tightly as Eren relentlessly stimulated yourr most intimate places. Your thighs began to tremble, a telltale sign of your impending climax. "Cum for me, baby," Eren demanded, voice low and authoritative. "Coat my tongue with your cum. Let me drink you down like a good boy."

Your body convulsed as another orgasm ripped through her, her inner walls clamping down around Eren’s fingers as she came undone on his tongue. He lapped up her release greedily, swallowing every drop of her essence with a low groan of appreciation.

As her tremors began to subside, Eren slowly withdrew his fingers from her needy cunt. He crept up her body, pushing your braids to one side to press open-mouthed kisses along the column of your sweat-slicked neck.

"Thank you, baby," he rasped against her skin, voice rough with emotion. "For giving me another chance to show you how much I need you, how much I fucking love you."

Eren felt his thick cock poised at her entrance, the blunt head nudging insistently against her swollen folds. Then, with a single, powerful thrust, Eren sheathed himself fully inside her, stretching her deliciously.

"Shit, you feel incredible," he groaned, hips rolling into yours. "Love being buried in this perfect pussy."

You whimpered, trying to rock your hips back to meet his slow, deliberate thrusts. But Eren held you firmly in place, using his weight to pin you down.

"Ah ah," he tutted, delivering a sharp smack to her ass. "Patience, baby. Gonna take my time with you, make this last."

You keened, the edge of frustration, "Please, Eren," she begged, "I need it harder, faster. Fuck me like you mean it!"

"No, not yet," Eren refused, voice a low growl. "Gonna make love to you first. Gonna make this last, take my time worshipping this gorgeous body."

He dipped his head to capture your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your whimpers of frustration. One hand slid up to cup your breast, fingers toying with a pebbled nipple.

"Relax, love," Eren murmured against her mouth. "Let me make you feel good. Wanna savour every inch of you."

He pulled back slightly, drinking in the sight of you spread out beneath him, skin glistening with sweat and hair mussed. The visual alone nearly undid him. Slowly, torturously, Eren rocked into your welcoming heat, each leisurely thrust burying himself to the hilt. He groaned low in his throat at the exquisite drag of your inner walls along his sensitive length.

"Fuck, baby," he rasped, dropping his forehead to hers. "You feel so damn good. Could stay buried in this sweet cunt forever."

Eren's hands roamed your body as he continued his steady, unhurried pace - mapping the dips and curves of your waist, gripping your hips to pull her flush against him. His thrusts remained deep and measured, stoking the embers of pleasure in your core.

"Gonna make you beg for it," Eren promised darkly, a smug smile curving his lips. "Wanna hear you plead for Daddy's cock, for me to fill this needy little pussy up."

Eren's voice was a low, demanding rumble in your ear. "That's it, baby. Beg for me like you had me begging for you to take me back. Let me hear how much you need this cock, how much you need me."

He pulled her hips flush against him, grinding his pelvis against your clit with each deep, deliberate thrust. The friction was maddening, stoking the fire in her veins.

You couldn't hold back, not with the way Eren was touching her, not with the way he was filling you so perfectly. "Please, Eren," you whimpered, your voice cracking with need. "I need you. I need your cock, need you to fuck me harder. Please, Daddy, I'm begging you. Take me, use me, make me yours. Fuck me like you'll never let me go."

All you cared about was the feeling of him buried deep inside you, the promise of release hovering just out of reach.

Eren groaned, his hips stuttering in their rhythm. "Fuck, baby, listen to you. So desperate for Daddy's cock. Such a good girl, coming undone on my dick."

He shifted the angle of his thrusts, hitting that perfect spot inside you with every drive of his hips. Your moans grew louder, your nails digging into his shoulders as you clung to him desperately.

"That's it, cum for me," Eren rasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Cum all over my cock. Look at you, so fucking desperate for it," Eren growled, his voice a guttural rasp. "Need Daddy's cock splitting you open, don't you? Need me to fill you up until you're fucking drowning in it."

He changed the angle of his thrusts, hitting that sweet spot inside her that had you seeing stars. Your inner walls clenched around him, fluttering and grasping as if trying to pull him even deeper.

"Gonna make you cum so hard," Eren promised darkly, grinding his pelvis against your clit with each stroke. "Gonna flood this pussy, mark you from the inside out. Let everyone know who you belong to."

He leaned down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your needy whimpers and moans. you clung to him, nails raking down his back, leaving red welts in their wake.

"Do it," you gasped out, your voice raw and desperate. "Fill me up, make me yours. Fucking breed me, Eren."

The words seemed to snap something inside him, and Eren reared back, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful thrust, the bed creaking in protest beneath them.

"Fuck, baby, gonna - shit, I'm gonna - " Eren's words cut off with a strangled groan as his climax hit him like a freight train. His cock jerked as his release overtook him. Thick, hot spurts of his seed filled your spasming cunt, marking you from the inside out. Your orgasm followed shortly after, your inner walls milking him for every last drop.

"Fuck, baby," Eren panted, his hips still twitching with aftershocks. "You're so fucking perfect, taking everything I give you."

He collapsed on top of you, blanketing your smaller form with his larger one. For a moment, they simply lay there, catching their breath as the afterglow washed over them.

Slowly, Eren pulled out, his softening cock slipping free from your well-used cunt. He immediately felt the loss, the emptiness that came with not being connected to you.

With gentle hands, he rolled you onto your back, gathering you close. Eren nuzzled into your neck, pressing soft kisses to the sweat-slicked skin.

"I love you," he murmured, the words a raw confession. "Love you so fucking much, baby. Gonna spend the rest of my life proving it to you if you'll let me."

He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his green eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation. But all he found was love, trust, and a tentative hope.

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desideriumwriter · 2 days ago

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Anyone But You | Chapter 14

Summary: You avoid the tension between you and Fred, you end up sobbing again, and make a decision that you're not sure if it was a mistake.

CW: crying, kissing, yelling

WC: 1.8k

A/N: a shortie but it's the moment you all have been waiting for! somewhat

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You really didn’t mean to stay this many days at the burrow. But you surprisingly didn’t miss your bed all that much. And you were having fun.

Angelina had gone home before lunch, Lee was staying for one more day, and Harry was staying for the rest of break as per usual.

You felt bad for him.

You had shared the same loss, but you felt worse for Harry than anyone else. He was the one to see Cedric die. Then he had to go and battle a dark wizard, and bring the corpse back with him.

Remembering that he was younger than you made it worse, dealing with all that at fourteen obviously is going to take awhile to recover from.

It seemed that the both of you tried not to dwell too much on it, not wanting to think about it, and using this time at the Weasleys as a way to distract your thoughts from that event.

Harry didn’t want to remind you of what happened and you didn’t want to remind Harry of what happened. You still asked how one another were doing and responded to each other in small group conversations at the table. But really no more than that.

Anyways, you’re trying not to dwell on it. This a vacation, you should be happy.

You did your best to act normal around Fred, trying to act as if you haven’t cried in his arms twice, and slept in his bed twice, sharing the bed one of those times.

The hardest thing to ignore was that feeling in your stomach any time he was near to you.

You're not sure when it started, nor how long you’ve been ignoring it. Maybe months? That’s quite terrifying, you won’t think about it too much.

The day was simple. You ate breakfast, watched both of the twins along with Lee and Harry play Quidditch, the twins already using the beaters bats you got them. Lee offered to switch places with you, seeing if you’d like to play a round with everyone. You refused, terrified you wouldn’t be able to dodge a ball in time or fall off your broom and end up with a broken arm.

You all went inside eventually, talked, watched TV, ate lunch, talked some more, watched TV some more, watched everyone play Quidditch some more, ate dinner, talked more.

Nothing very exciting happened most of the day, except when Lee was able to hit George right in the nose with a scone from the other side of the table.

Also, you were actually able to make conversation with the twins without getting annoyed every other minute. That was new.

Other than that, nothing super important happened for most of the day.

Once you went upstairs to change, you realized that you underestimated how many days you’d stay when you packed your bag.

You were out of fresh pajama shirts, you weren’t in the mood to wear the same shirt you’ve chosen to sleep in the past two nights.

It wasn’t ideal, but you just decided to keep on the shirt you had on all day and sleep in that, changing into a new pair of pajama pants.

Leaving the room and passing the twins room, you noticed a light on and the door was cracked open, it’s usually shut.

Peaking your head in carefully, you saw Fred standing and hunched over on his desk, focused as he wrote something on a piece of paper. Probably a new idea.

Pushing the door open a bit more, it squeaked and you cringed at the sound. Fred’s head slowly looked to where you were. He smiled.

“Will you be joining me in my bed again tonight?” He teased, a sarcastic suggestive tone in this voice.

“You got lucky last night, don’t push it Weasley.” You stepped fully into the room, crossing your arms. Fred noticed and looked down at your shirt, his eyebrows creasing inwards for a moment.

“Is that the same shirt you’ve worn today?”

“Oh, yeah. I ran out of sleep shirts. This will do for now.” You shrugged, moving a hand to play with the hem of your shirt.

Fred didn’t say anything, he went over to his dresser and opened the top drawer, the wrong drawer. You got a glimpse of his boxers and immediately looked away. He slammed in shut with panic in his eyes, then clearing his throat as he opened the one underneath.

He pulled out an old shirt, it had a faded logo of some band he liked when he was prepubescent.

“Here, you can use this for the night.” He held out the shirt for you, you took it with a hesitant hand.

Looking down at it and rubbing the finger over the fabric, you bit your cheek. Feeling guilty all of sudden, about so much.

“Fred, why are you being so nice to me?” The words tumbled quickly out of your mouth, sounding painful.

“What?”

“I’ve been so horrible to you, all these years I've been so bitter and mean. Yet, you just let me in. You never held an actual grudge against me. I don’t get it.” You looked up at him, laying the folded shirt on the dresser next to you.

“Y/N, I don’t understand what you’re saying.” He stepped closer to you. He was so close. So close.

“Why can't you just be mad at me? Why can't you hate me the way I’ve hated you.” You whined, shoving him slightly, praying you would finally scare him away, make him despise you.

Fred held your arms once you tried to push him away again, rubbing your thumbs over your wrists, and weakly saying your name.

“I could never hate you.” Fred spoke softly, you let out a breath of frustration and dropped your hands from his light grasp, wishing he would just tell the truth. He already was.

“I don’t know why. Maybe it’s ‘cause I understood, I am annoying and I am a bit of an arsehole sometimes with my pranks.” He chuckled and you let out a breathy laugh.

“I just don’t know Y/N, I just can’t hate you.”

“Godric, why are you doing this to me Fred?” You groaned, dropping your head to his chest, leaning against him.

“I don’t know. I can’t help it.” Fred shook his head as he gently placed his hands on the sides of your face, holding it up to his gaze. You clenched your teeth together.

Can't help what? Can’t help what, Fred? You wanted to push so bad, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. Scared to know his response.

His eyes were glazed over, and he took in a shaky breath. You stared at his soft lips, the sides of lips curled down.

He looked so fucking beautiful. You hated him for it.

And you didn't know why you did it. All you knew was that in that moment, while staring into his infuriating eyes and glancing down at his lips that were curled into a frown, you wanted to kiss him.

Air rushed out of his lungs as you did. It was strange, you expected anger, definitely regret, but all you felt was satisfaction.

Fred took a second before he pushed back into the kiss, his hands still cupping your face. Yours ran through his hair.

That yearning, the strange feeling of waiting you both held in your bodies for so long finally felt relieved as your lips opened and closed around each other.

You’d slept in his bed last night, now you were practically making out with him. What the hell were you doing?

Fred was the first to pull away, his chest heaving and swollen lips. Fred didn’t look regret-filled either but he also didn’t look ecstatic or happy.

He looked…unsure, which was exactly how you felt.

His eyes darted all along your face, taking in your features, analyzing them, trying to figure out what your puzzling expression was.

Though you knew what you wanted to do, you wanted to kiss him again. You leaned in then stopped yourself, pushing yourself completely away from him.

“Oh no. No, no, no.” You mumbled repeatedly to yourself, stress taking over your face as you pressed the balls of your palms against your eyes. “What am I doing?”

Fred whispered your name, disappointed at your sudden denial. You stared at him with puffy eyes, the lamp showed the shine of a tear that fell down his face. The guilt was eating at you now.

“Fred…we can’t. I can’t….I just. Fuck.” You rubbed your hands down your face, nearly running out the room and down the steps. Fred followed suit but stopped at the doorway of his room. Watching you dart away once again, you didn’t stop moving until you were outside.

Fred stepped back and rubbed a hand against his cheek, then using two fingers to wipe his watering eyes.

You sat on the wooden bench outside, your back against the table connected to it. Hunched over with your head in your hands.

With no idea of what you were doing, what you just did, and why you ran out on Fred, you moved your hands from your head to your face.

You were a complete idiot. A complete and utter asshole for what you were doing. You’ve begun to mess with Fred’s head as much as he’s been messing with yours.

You wouldn’t blame him if he held a forever grudge against you for this, you’d understand if he began to resent you.

The door leading into the kitchen creaked open. You brought your head up slowly, even though you really didn’t want to. Knowing who it would be.

“Hey.” Fred had his hands tucked into his pockets, a painfully awkward look on his face. He couldn’t meet your eyes. “You okay?”

“I don’t think I deserve to be asked that.” You let out a breathy laugh. Fred puffed out his bottom lip and shrugged. Moving to sit down next to you on the bench.

The two of you sat in silence, you sat up fully, resting your hand in your lap and fiddling your fingers.

“I didn’t mean to run away like that. I just wasn’t sure what to do.”

“I get it, there was a lot happening in one moment.” Fred lied, he honestly didn’t get it. He wondered why you couldn’t just come to your senses with your feelings.

“It was rude of me though. I’m just not sure about anything really.” You sighed.

Fred rested his hand over yours in a sympathetic way.

“How about we just stay here, as friends? It’d be really nice to call you my friend after all these years.” He chuckled. “I’m just glad we’re not at each other's throats anymore.”

“Yeah. Yeah we can be friends.” You nodded slightly, voice hoarse when the words came out.

“Okay.” A weak grin took over his face.

“Okay.”

It’s hard to stay as friends when you’ve already kissed him.

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cherriesnfangs · 3 days ago

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“ Is it that sweet ? i guess so “

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ESPRESSO

re4r! leon s. kennedy x agent!reader

cw - nsfw ( MDNI ) , minor deaths , blood/spit

up blood , touch starved leon, hair pulling ,

fem! reader, exhibitionism , both parties are

consenting .

this is my first fanfic so please let me know

on how i did , my love <3

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BANG !

a loud noise that permeated throughout the hallways of the abandoned and worn down factory on the island that him and his assigned partner were on but he was currently in another room — looking for his things because when he got knocked out and someone or something stole his gear so he was defenseless for now but not entirely .

stumbling in front of the mysterious woman , the plaga infected villager before turning around and yelling out curse words in spanish before multiple rounds of shots began firing at the villager to make sure they wouldn’t be standing for very long . the villager ended up on the ground but it looked up at her with its piercing red eyes with the dark colored veins that were prominent within its eyes and it was met with a bullet to the head , its blood splattering everywhere amongst the dirt ground of the village outpost . the woman looked at the dead body as it squirmed and writhed underneath the heel of her shoe and she heard a plethora of squeals and squelches that came from the dead villager body and saw multiple tiny tendrils come out from the crevice of its neck .

disgusted , she brought out her combat knife that was custom made to her likeness and she brought the knife to the tendril that was seeping out through the crevice of the once dead villager who now was about to have its head explode but she managed to kill it in time . standing upright and dusting the imaginary dust that happened to be on her pants and looked at the body before averting her gaze back upright in the decrepit hallways of the castle of ramón salazar , the worshipper of lord saddler , the creator of los illuminados .

footsteps now emitting in the background as they began to do a subtle shuffle against the factory grounds with shards of glass crunching underneath the boot of the mysterious person behind the woman , turning her head to look at him from the corner to see on whom it was but it was nobody than the person that she was assigned to help on the mission to retrieve the president ‘s daughter from the sinister cult ‘s grasp .

leon s. kennedy .

the blonde haired man looked down at the villager before it was reduced to nothing but a thick black smoke and it disappeared into nothingness and he looked at the woman right next to him . you . one of the other assigned dso agents that were supposed to help him in his rescue mission , asked by the president himself to have him and you rescue ashley graham , his daughter that happened to be kidnapped by the cult and brought back to spain on one of the remote islands . you take a quick glance to gaze straight forward before stepping first , the soles of your combat boots crunched above the broken shards of glass and made squishes and splats with the small water puddles that were within the factory grounds .

the other dso agent tilted his head upright , his blonde locks now resting against his forehead and his lips pursed into a thin line — the man pressed forward and following in suit after you as you two turn a corner , something caught his eye .

his gear but his jacket wasn’t to be seen so he deemed that one of the villagers had stolen it in the process when he was in the other room with the other guy that happened to let him out of the chains after he ran off . leon raised his leather fingerless gloved hand to his temples before rubbing them subtly — mostly out of slight impatience and irritation due to one of his personal favorite jackets were stolen but he quickly brought himself back together quickly before she could notice that he was slightly irritated and he brought himself back together with the same poker face that was mistaken by everyone that he was already mad .

leon saw the door that was holding his stuff captive , he furrowed his eyebrows and tried to maneuver the door but it became fruitless . he looked around to see if there was another way until he heard a whistle calling his attention and he looked in the direction that the whistle called to get his attention , you happened to stand in another part of the factory that had broken walls and rusted metal pipes sticking out from the broken off walls of the factory . in different corners stood in idle were barrel debris that were previously smashed in by you and grabbed the handgun ammunition from the barrels that only gave her 10 — which would do you good for now until you meet back up with the merchant to see if there was any bullets that he had in stock .

leon followed in pursuit and he made his way around the barriers that had rusted pipes sticking out precariously . once the two assigned dso agents made it around to the other side of the room that held his utility belt captive along with his gun and harnesses , he noticed a yellow wheel crank that was attached to the other door and thought that it could be used to open the other side of the door . leon took a quick glimpse at his things before turning the wheel in clockwise motion while the door was lifting up . once he stopped , thinking that it’ll stay opened — the door started to slowly drop down but he couldn’t take chances so he looked at you , who was scanning out the area of the room that you two were in and he whistled you over .

“ hey , can you hold the wheel so i can rush back and get my things ? “ he asked , the tones within his voice seemed to be a bit gruff but it was just how he normally talked so it wasn’t something new to react about . you looked at the wheel before giving a silent nod and walked over to the blondet and took a hold of the wheel , your hands subtly brushing up against his own gloved hand before he had time to pull away as you turned your attention to the wheel before looking at him through the corner of your eye and giving him a subtle nod in silence .

“ i’ll hold this while you go get your things , don’t worry . i got it over here if any villagers come up . “ you spoke , holding the wheel in place so the door wouldn’t slowly descend and blocking leon ‘s chances to get his utility belt back from inside of the room . the blondet gave a small nod , knowing that you got it from the other side and he turned on his heel and walked back towards the room , stepping over shards of glass and he took a subtle glance at you from the corner of his eye in a quick glance because he didn’t want you to see that he was staring at you and he averted his icy blue eyes towards his fingerless gloved hand and looked at it for a moment .

‘ her skin is soft .. ‘ he thought to himself , his mind wondering if it was just your hand that was soft and his thoughts began to process things a tiny bit further before he blinked out of his thoughts before they turned against him and started to show suggestive imagery . “ hey — kennedy , we don’t got all day and we got to rescue ashley . “ you exclaimed from the other side of the room that held his things captive for now because you continued to hold the wheel crank so the door didn’t descend back into its original place . leon furrowed his eyebrows slightly and gave them an eye roll to take a glance at a corner of the ruined factory — green herb was sitting on top of crates , juxtaposed upright and a subtle wind through the cracks of the opened walls of the abandoned factory made its leaves shake and do a subtle dance .

the blondet went over and grabbed the herb and stuffed it into his pockets , soon would be crafting a mix of his red herb that he kept on pockets because his luck whenever it came to red herb instead of the other two colors were more common than he’d thought that he’d been . coming into the room , he grabbed his utility belt that held all of his items and heard a small click from the belt emitting a soft noise that was able to be heard because of how eerily quiet the factory was — it was quiet that you can possibly heard the little scurries of rats moving along or a subtle breeze of the wind coming into the broken walls of the factory .

seeing that leon made it into the room , you released the yellow crank wheel that brought the door down slowly and brought your hands together and brushed them off and watched the man put his utility belt around his waist . “ you should be able to get through now , leon . “ you spoke and turned around , checking how much ammunition you had left from killing the villager that was reduced to black smoke from minutes ago as your locks draped and hung in mid air, framing your face before you swipe your revolver to the side , the barrel forcing its way back into the gun and your eyebrows knitted together before stuffing your hands into your pants , pulling out a fresh box of handgun ammunition .

hearing the subtle clinks of the bullets being inserted into the chamber , leon adjusted his belt and opened the steel bar door and pressed forward with you following in suit . the smell of rust , blood , decay and other unknown things were evident within the abandoned factory on the island that you and leon were told that ashley graham or code name — “ baby eagle “ was on this island and in a church somewhere but until then — you had to pass by some landmarks so it was memorable , at least . the subtle crunch of glass and the squelching of crimson colored blood was made underneath the soles of your combat boots and leon ‘s shoes as to make the atmosphere seem less tense with unsettling noises — but hey ! what do you got to lose ?

as the two of you made your way out of the exit of the abandoned factory , the mysterious man who had a black cloak but a dark forest green bandana that was covering most of his face except for his eyes and right next to him seemed to be an old fashioned type writer with a black stand up torch with a mesmerizing purple flame that emitted some light around its edges and shone down some lights that danced along with the sparkles of the colored fire as the sound created a satisfying crackle .

“ let’s do some business , ey ? “ the mysterious cloaked man asked and stood with a wooden desk table in front of him with a faded crimson and gold designed table cloth and an old fashioned table lamp as he placed his fingerless gloved hands amongst the table and stared at the both of you two , opening his cloak to show a litter of deadly firearms , ammunition , resources and first aid spray along with some guns that were hiding underneath the cloak and the man stuffs his cloak back to its original state before staring at the two of you . you quirked an eyebrow before shoving your handgun into your gun holster and brought out the amount of peseta ‘s that you’ve managed to find — 15 , 000 peseta ‘s in a small pleather pouch and the man looked at you with a subtle hint of amusement .

“ why don’t you take a look at that ? i got some good things on sale for you two , strangers . “ he spoke , his voice with the hints of gruffness through the dark forest green bandana that was precariously wrapped around his face besides his eyes and patiently waited to see if you were wanting to sell , trade with spinels or buy anything from what he has in stock but in the long run — you ended up buying more gunpowder and resources to make your handgun ammuntion and a few bottles of first aid spray — giving some to leon because he wasn’t sure if he picked up any peseta ‘s on the way to the merchant ‘s little temporary store and with whatever of the peseta ‘s you had left , you ended up giving them to leon so he can repair his combat knife .

after having a temporary stop at the merchant ‘s stand , you and leon turned to see a gate that needed a key to get it open , much to your dismay . out of the corner of your eye — you notice a crate that was poorly painted with reflective yellow paint and your curiosity got the best of you , walking over and avoiding the giant heaps of old and damaged wood planks with concrete debris getting mixed up within the giant heaps , lifted the sole of your boot and kicked it , out came dropping a small bag of peseta ‘s . kneeling down and picking them up , you avert your gaze to the blondet who seemed to stare down the way and noticed a wooden gate . doing a subtle jog to catch up to the other agent , the two of you walked up to it after previously defeating a tendril infested villager who was welding an axe . you brought your pistol back into the holster and was about to open the doors until leon beat you to it .

pressing with the palms of his leather fingerless gloves and leaning forward to open the doors , subtle grunts were audible and you maneuvered past him . “ such a gentleman . “ you spoke with your head turned to look at him but not entirely and staring to catch a glimpse of him through the corner of your eye , the blondet rolled his icy blue eyes to another corner and pressed forward with you , him following in suit . seeing a plethora amount of wooden beams and huts on each side and some villagers held their flaming arrow cross bows in hand , not noticing you or leon coming into their place .

your eyebrows furrowed slightly and you went nearby leon and you looked at him through the corner of your eye with your lips pursed slightly , “ get ready — it looks as if they aren’t rolling out the red carpet for the both of us . “ you spoke and noticed handgun ammunition on a crate but it was grabbed by leon before you could’ve grabbed it — drawing out your pistol and your hand delicately placed on the wooden walls of the gorge where the villagers had built shacks and wooden platforms to support them within the safety of the gorge . leon drew out his pistol and saw a small amount of villagers , the two of you took a glance at each other before giving a subtle nod and stepping out from where you two were you previously were hiding to avoid their lurking gaze so you don’t get ambushed and possibly killed in action .

after multiple rounds of bullets and multiple splats of the tendrils that would’ve come out of their once alive bodies that were taken over to bounce back and try to see if they can kill you or leon off but it all went fruitless because him and you managed to kill off the last of the villagers that were attacking you and flying throwing axes at the two of you . you wipe the blood off of your mouth that managed to get on you after you used your own tactical knife that was custom designed to your liking . leon watched from the corner of his eye as his dirty blonde locks fell in front of his face for a few moments and he raised his head up .

remaining silent, the dirty blonde haired man opened his barrels of his handgun only to notice that he’s slowly running out and the cloaked mysterious man who was generous enough to sell you things and new guns didn’t seem to be anywhere near in sight so he’s going to have to go on a manhunt for gunpowder and resources if he wants more handgun ammunition for his gun . leon turned to look at you and he decided to clear the air and started speaking , “ find the hexagonal key . “ he spoke gruffly and began searching through the wooden huts that stood amongst the wooden bridges and ground within the gorge . you watched him disappear into one of the houses until he was further in .

turning your back , you carefully walk across one of the wooden bridges that seem to be steady with how many dead villager bodies were precariously strewn across it because of how many bullets were going through their skin, piercing their flesh as some blood splatters manage to make it onto your cheek . you take notice of this and bring your fist up and wipe it — smudging it within the process but hey . at least it’s off for now so you don’t have to worry about the president’s daughter becoming scared if you were going to turn into one of them .

examining one of the houses on an upper level , you walk in and find two barrels with reflective yellow paint that was poorly painted and set in juxtaposed . you take notice of the miniature log cabin and you bring your foot up and smash the barrels together , watching them crumble to the ground and out pops handgun ammunition and small sacks of gunpowder . within the other log hut , leon wasn’t so lucky when it comes to herbs or resources — he mostly had found gunpowder or red herbs and very few green herbs but he was stuck in thought and he was staring at his gloved hand and where his calloused hands grasped over yours gently back in the abandoned factory and at how soft your hands were and his eyebrows seemed to furrow in subtle frustration . he couldn’t get over the subtle touch of your hand and it led to him wanting more .

shaking his head in one movement to the side , he grumbled incoherent cuss words underneath his breath but he looked in front of him on the small white vanity that had paint chipping in all the places and making it collect dust in front of him that had a green herb in front of him and a singular bag of small resources , sitting juxtaposed atop the white paint chipped vanity in front of him . he grabbed them and used his red herb he previously found and made a mixed herb and stuffed it into one of his cargo pant pockets . leon looked around for a moment to gather his surroundings to see if there was anything he needed to collect before he left the house .

unfortunately for him , there wasn’t much left except for the plaga symbol drawn in a deep shade of red with a blue medallion hanging in mid air with a gold plaga symbol in the middle . leon brought his gun up but it already shattered before he could shoot it , quirking an eyebrow as he turned around to see you stuffing your gun into your gun holster . leon eyed you up and down for a quick moment and he shoved his gun back into his holster . “ mind telling me next time that your gonna try and shoot me ? “ he quipped in a gruff tone, you rolled your eyes to the side . “ you were taking too long to shoot at a medallion that was in your eye sight already now cmon i’ve managed to find the key that we need for the gate that’s nearby the abandoned factory . “ was all you had spoken to him and you began taking your leave out of the log hut .

leon watched you walk out of the log hut and he hesitated but he was about to reach his hand out to grab yours but you walked out before he could have the chance to . reluctantly , he followed out of the log hut and he watched you climb down a ladder and dropping down the rest of the way there as he grabbed onto the ladder and slid down it with his boots touching the edges of the ladder as he slid before jumping off at the last few steps on it , landing safely as he looked at you with a nod of approval . the two of you traversed through the terrain of the gorge and pushed back towards the abandoned factory so you can insert the hexagonal shaped key in the hole and you can pursue on the mission to find the president’s daughter , ashley graham . the air began to go crisp as a subtle wind began to blow , your locks were being blown with the wind in the direction but only a small amount of them .

leon ‘s dirty blonde locks also blew within the wind as the two of you began trailing towards the abandoned factory after visiting the gorge to find the key for the gate . once the two of you made it back , the cloaked man with the purple lit torch was nearby and he looked at the two of you .

“ well , well . “ he spoke gruffly , “ welcome back , strangers ! got many good things on sale and it looks like you’ve finished a request , well done you two . “ he spoke enthusiastically even with his gruff and hoarse tone beneath the surface of his bandana wrapped around his nose and mouth . you looked at leon for a moment before stepping up to the merchant , with a good amount of peseta ‘s and things to sell to him from what you’ve found at the gorge and in return , both you and leon got a good amount of beautiful , shiny pink spinel that dazzled within the suns rays as you looked at it for a moment — her reflection casting in the gemstone ‘s pink exterior and a hint of sunlight shone on the pink spinel as she raised it up in the air to make sure that it was real .

luckily enough for you though , it was a real spinel . you and leon split the reward down by the two of you— since leon had gotten the most of the blue medallions, you gave him four while you kept the three pink spinels . while you were busy with the merchant and looking through his wares and items that he had , leon was distracted by looking at the gate but then he looked at the key then your hand . your soft and gentle touch meant everything to the man , unbeknownst to him . leon was a touch starved man ever since he went to raccoon city . he craved for others touch and he wouldn’t acknowledge it unless someone ‘s hand or arm accidentally would brush up against him then he’d consistently chase after that feeling again— longing for that same touch until he gets satisfied then he leaves .

but when it comes to you— you were mostly too into the mission because the president had asked you and leon personally to find and retrieve his daughter from one of the vacant islands on the coast of spain where a sinister cult by the name of los illuminados had kidnapped her and planned on using their “gift” to infect her and have control over the united states . leon was lost in thought and he couldn’t hear the sounds of your voice and the merchant ‘s calling out to him as it was all a blur , like he was tuning out everything to make him feel better . “ Leon ! “ you called out slightly louder as you stood in front of him and it seemed to click that you were calling out to him as he blinked and looked back at her . “ what “ he spoke gruffly, leon didn’t register that he was zoning out for a few moments but the merchant in front of the two of you quirked an eyebrow , “ are you alright , mate ? “ the merchant questioned and leon gave a quick nod. you remained silent and you stared at him for a moment but you ended dropping it .

throughout walking amongst the dirt grounds of the village and the abandoned factory, leon inserted the hexagonal shaped key and cranked it while the gates opened slowly— after he did just that , it was your turn and you pushed open the door and saw more factory rubble laying amongst in corners and some in the way but they weren’t too big and pillars that were broken at the top that had rusted pipes sticking out of it as the two of you progressed through , killing every villager you’ve managed to spot and within the distance— there stood two barrels that were poorly painted with the same yellow reflective paint, sitting juxtaposed in a corner and it was your turn to break them . lifting up the sole of her shoe — she smashed the both of them with one quick hit and fragments dropped down and scattered around where she busted the barrels and green herbs and peseta’s came out of it .

leon heard the sound of the barrels being busted and he turned to look at you , seeing that they were now broken and it made him wonder about you and him once you two get out of here safely with ashley graham and heading back to the united states . would you like to hang out afterwards ? would you like to probably hang out eventually more often than just one hang out ? maybe even a relationship? the questions remained unanswered and unasked for now because he didn’t know if you also thought of him like that . but boy , was he wrong .

you knew that when it came to missions, you were serious and determined because you didn’t want anything to bother you when your on dangerous missions such as this because of the sinister cult with its members currently hunting you and leon down at every chance they spot you , but outside of the missions and outside of headquarters if they decide to be nice to you and give you a few weeks off so you can prepare for the next mission— you were more sociable and showed more emotion unlike you when it came to being in missions . you and leon adamantly pressed forward in search of ashley graham but you were now told that she was residing within a church that you needed to find a key for because ganados had hid it across the lake .

After finding three gas cans filled with gas liquid for the motor boat that was near the wooden docks, you and leon made it back to the boat— it looked like a piece of shit but it’ll do for now . getting in the boat, you sat at the front of it and looked to your right to see a finite number of spears and it made you look out into the large body of water , you saw a small ripple underneath the brown murky water and that caught your eye but you couldn’t make it out on what it was but what caught you off guard was the sudden jumping of a motor and you rapidly turned around to see leon trying to jump start by pulling it out and watching it go back into the motor as he banged it slightly, doing the same motion again until it started to kick up into high gear with the gas running through its motors before using the motorboat and running out into the large body of water .

“ hmm .. how romantic of you to take me out on a boat ride , ‘eh leon ? “ she asked , a slight tease was laced within her voice and you leaned your elbows on your kneecaps and leon rolled his eyes but he gave a dry chuckle, “ very . “ he spoke with a one liner , you held your same smirk but it quickly dropped once you felt the water ripple underneath you with large waves coming through, almost getting into the motorboat and you turned around to see if there was anything in the water . what seemed like a few minutes , a large roar emitted from the water and out came a large sea monster and your eyes widened slightly but you looked at the spears and grabbed them , you turned to look at leon, “ i’ll hit and you steer! “ was all you said and once the monster popped out of the water, you threw a spear at it which subconsciously was attached to the boat without you or leon knowing until you saw a line being attached to one of it. all of a sudden, the motorboat jerked and it followed where the sea monster was going.

being almost thrown off the boat, you landed against leon’s chest, landing with a harsh grunt and a grit of your teeth as you looked up at leon who did the same thing that you did. steadying your posture and trying to make your way by returning to the front of the boat so you can but leon grabbed you and held you tight as the boat jerked to the side, following the sea monster was swimming rather rapidly. your back was pressed up against his chest and it only got worse as it followed the monster within the lake or .. the name that was on the wooden sign when you two passed it labeled lago from earlier . you managed to get your grip and you got away from leon ‘s chest and made your way to the front, making sure to stand completely still whenever the boat turned into a different direction when it was jerked to the side .

standing your ground and raising a spear, you waited til the monster would’ve been out of the water before you’d hit him entirely . after what had deemed to be like half an hour and being jerked to the side and almost hitting trees that happened to spawn immediately out of the water and protrude its dead tree branches out and with leon managing to steer the boat out of the way so you two wouldn’t get hit and the motor boat wouldn’t have broken apart , the monster managed to sink to the bottom with a plethora amount of sharp spears protruding from the confines of its skin that you aimed and shot at the monster— crimson red color then started to come out from the bottom of the lake . you thought it was over until you felt a strong taste of iron at the back of your throat, you scramble up to your feet and peer over at the side of the boat and cough up blood, spitting it up and coughing as blood mixed with saliva drips down to your chin and you look at the palm of your hand— seeing blood on the palm of your hand . you didn’t have any energy left but you guessed leon didn’t either because he did the same thing that you did and the both of you passed out on the boat , feeling nothing but subtle and gentle rocking of the water .

after what seemed like an hour— you stirred awake, regaining consciousness and remembering that you passed out on the boat, feeling a rush of a headache and feeling a small taste of iron from the blood you spit up, you groaned and sat up . feeling a body semi on top of you that only made you propped up on your elbows and you saw leon’s body that was laying haphazardly on top of you as he still remained unconscious . you look at his features for a moment and hear his soft and subtle breathing , taking in his features— she brushed a bit of his dirty blonde locks out of his eyes and she stared at him for a moment but when she saw him suddenly opening his eyes, she quickly pulled away her hand away from his dirty locks and looking out into the body of water . you narrowed your eyes and try to take a glimpse of your surroundings as leon mutters out a soft groan out in subtle pain because of the sudden sensation of coughing up blood and going unconscious because of the unknown , what exactly ? he doesn’t know why they coughed up blood but leon thought that it was from the jerking of the boat being pulled and how hard of sharp turns they did with the monster pulling the motorboat .

but you were thinking as to why you started acting like this— even though, you two were literally in the middle of the lake together. in a boat and you still needed to get back to the church so you can rescue the president ‘s daughter from the church and get this rescue mission done and over with so you can go back to your house / apartment and rest up til they decide to call you back for your next dangerous mission that’ll probably last days, weeks or even months— depending on how dangerous it is . leon rubbed his temples before getting up slightly and moving his hands unknowingly to the sides of your body with his free hand as to prop himself up before he went back to sitting down and steering the motor boat and try to find the key for the church gate—

“ uhhh.. leon? “

hearing your voice seemed to snap him out of his thoughts as he looked down at you, only to see that you were staring up at him but leon just stared right back at you as he eyed you up and down with his same furrowed eyebrow look— something was screaming at him to get off of you and apologize but.. there was another part of him that was telling him to have your gentle touch on his body again because he will never tell you but he was craving your touch again . leon just ignored your question and he just stared at you with his icy blue eyes, staring into your orbs as he made his eyes half lidded .

“ uhhh.. sorry for this suddenly.. there’s not really much space on the boat . “ he tried his best to play it off because he didn’t want to tell her the real reason as to why he’s on top of her .

you eyed him up and down while he was on top of you because you didn’t know if he was telling the truth or not but you tilted your head up and you instantly knew what was going on . there was differently more space but it was slightly limited because of the two wooden seats in the back and in the front but you averted your gaze back onto the dirty blonde haired man— you performed a smug expression written across her features . “ not enough space.. huh? “ she tilted his chin up to make him quit staring at her and avert his attention to how big the boat really was . leon subtly leaned into the touch of her fingers caressing his chin but he quickly snapped out of it as much as he could but he remained on top of you before looking around to see at how much room there was on the boat that was remaining still atop the body of water .

after removing her fingers from his chin, he flickered his blue orbs down to look at you for a quick moment before narrowing his eyes. “ do it again. “ he gruffly asked and you quirked an confused eyebrow but you realize what he meant and she brought her palm back up to his chin and gently caressed it , thumb brushing over his chin and she saw the slow close of his eyes , he leaned into her touch . if this man was a cat , he’d definitely be purring right now because of her soft and gentle touches that he was eating up so graciously and he eventually lowered himself down onto her body, getting in between your legs and stuffing his face into the crevice of her neck, smelling the subtle notes of your perfume and he wrapped his arms around your upper body . remaining stiff for a quick moment but she eventually wrapped her arms around his neck and back, drawing circles and other unknown shapes and words into the shirt of his back .

after realizing a few moments of a welcoming but subtly eerie silence have passed, you’ve come to realize that there was a small feeling of lips on the crook of your neck. you look at leon from the corners of your eyes and stare at him for a moment as he continues to pepper soft and gentle kisses to the flesh of your neck . since you two didn’t really have much of a label— it was just strictly colleagues who work for the same department . but in leon’s eyes, he saw you as someone who he thought he would possibly settle down with and maybe become even more than just “colleagues. “ but maybe as friends? no. way more than friends because you two were already familiar with each other , he knew your name and last name— where you mostly go to your favorite coffee shops because you would talk about them nonstop at how their coffee is .

peppering subtle kisses to the flesh of your neck, eventually leaning in closer to grab at your hand and cup his cheek while doing so , she stroked his cheek with her thumb and her breath became hitched as he began sucking on a sensitive spot on her neck but something within you clicked. you and leon were out in the middle of the lake . where ganados can see what your doing with binoculars . your cheeks began to flush and you look down at leon— trying to see if you can get him to stop .

“ leon— leon . you should stop because we’re in public.. and out in the middle of a lake where they would see us …“ you breathed out but he looked around from when he pulled away from the crevice of your neck as he looked down at you and he gave a dry but breathy chuckle that sounded like a soft tickle of the throat and he leaned down to your ear .

“ i guess we’re giving them a free show . “

was all he spoke before he returned to the safety of your neck, nuzzling in between your jawline and the crevice of your neck . he continued to leave subtle notes of hickeys and kisses on the skin of your neck, her breath starts to hitch with each soft hickey he created on your neck . you lifted your head up so he can gain more access to your neck , your cheeks had started to become flush because of the kisses and hickeys leon has started to create amongst your neck and placing them precariously in various different spots . remaining with the subtle hitching of your breath , you wrap your arms around him as to make an attempt to pull him closer into the crevice of your neck .

with your attempt, leon did the thing you were making an attempt to have him push further into the crevice of your neck as he kept your legs spread apart with him being in between them . after what seemed like a good few minutes, he pulled away from your neck and caught a glimpse of his work— your neck was covered in hickeys and kisses flushing from the underside of your jawline and down to your collarbone , some hickeys ranging in light shades of red while some of them ranged in a mauve color— heavily sucked . your cheeks remained flushed in color as you turned to look up at him as your eyes looked half lidded . leon gave a dry chuckle and he leaned back down but he stopped in place and kept his icy blue orbs on yours— like asking for consent because he didn’t want to continue unless you gave him consent .

you looked at him and nodded, giving him your consent but then you remembered that you two were still on a boat . within a lake . you shot your self up, almost hitting yourself heads against each other but he managed to pull away quickly before that would’ve happened out of quick instinct— leon quirked an eyebrow as he looked at you as to why you quickly sat up, you looked at him with a slight head tilt .

“ we can’t do it within the middle of the lake— can we at least go somewhere in private ? “ you ask, looking around for the nearest private place as leon followed your gaze to a nearby cave and he thought about it but sighed softly,

“ sure , let’s head over there . “ he spoke gruffly and sat near the engine of the boat .

within one of the wax filled caverns that had the detail as of melting wax and some altars were hidden in small dips within the cave — some villagers were watching over the giant altar itself with torches and pitchforks as to make a futile attempt to find the two agents that were sent to reclaim the president’s daughter before lord saddler infected her with las plagas and sent her back to infect the president and then infect the united states . within a small corner of the cave , subtle smacking noises were heard and noises of suckling were heard but with the sounds of cave noises and occasional noises outside of the cave from the lake and nature surrounding the area— it was blocked off thankfully .

you continued sucking leon ‘s dick and you remained on your knees , regardless of the rocky terrain of the cave but to your aide, there was a soft piece of rock from where you and leon stood that didn’t seem to be within the villager ‘s peripheral vision . as you continued to move your head up and down in a rotation position — leon emitted soft groans and breathy sighs as he watched you through half lidded eyes sucking him and very well , his lips occasionally parted to release soft groans that emitted from his throat as he placed his hands on the wax dripping covered wall , his fingerless gloved covered hands gripped on whatever he managed to grab so he didn’t have to grip on your locks and cause you discomfort and pain .

“ just like that .. your doing such a good job . “ he murmured softly with his gruff tone of voice and looked at you through half lidded eyes as he stared at you from above through his eyelashes . you responded well to praise and continued moving forward and backward before placing your hands on his black cargo pants covered thighs and gripping them slightly as you took him deeper into your throat . her locks were now sticking to her face from how humid the air was getting . your eyebrows knitted together as you proceeded and leon lets out a sharp breath before keeping his gaze on you while you take his dick in your mouth generously .

“ i’m almost there , just keep going a little bit longer . “ he muttered to you and one of his hands that were previously on the wall grasped at the back of your head gently, gripping some of your locks out of instinct because of how close he was getting to cumming down your throat .

feeling his gloved hand grip at your locks on the back of your head gently , you continued to move forward and backwards as your grip on his black cargo pants were starting to tighten . more audible noises of slurping and sucking were becoming evident within the space you two were sharing amongst each other and a thought was screaming at the back of your head, telling you two to be quiet because of potential villagers or ganados drawing in closer to you two so you didn’t want to get caught by them but the thrill of being caught was equally more exciting — even if it was by the plaga infected villagers .

“ i’m getting closer . “ he warned within his gruff voice and with him gripping onto your locks with the back of his hand slightly , he knew that he told himself to not push your head down because that’ll be rude to you but he couldn’t help himself , especially if you were sucking his dick like a champ . leon ‘s eyes fluttered closed and he leaned his head backwards , emitting more breathy moans and groans and making sure to keep the noise down because he didn’t want to catch the attention of wandering villagers nearby . his blonde locks strayed away from his face and tilted his head back , he bit down on his bottom lip before releasing it as he turned his head down to look at you and see how you were holding up while sucking his dick .

after what seemed about a few minutes of endless movements of moving your head forward and backwards along with sucking and slurping noises that were evident within the spot that you two were currently residing in . leon then lets out a sharp but shuttering breath as he brought the back of your head closer to the hilt of his dick and kept you still — feeling the warm feeling of his cum trickle down your throat , your hands grip tighter on his cargo pants . your eyes fluttered shut tightly and with him cumming down your throat made it hard to breathe but only slightly as you had to take heavy intakes of breathing through your nostrils . she eventually pulled off of his dick after slurping his cum down her throat and she swallowed what was left of it as leon began taking heavy breathing with his eyes shut closed but he opened them slightly to peer down at you through his eyelashes while his eyes remained half lidded .

with the deafening silence and the occasional sound of heavy breathing , leon brought you upwards so you can stand upright so you didn’t have the occasional feeling within your knees that you were about to give out because of the rough terrain of the rock , pebbles and cracks within the rocks and the occasional smooth feeling of the wax that was pressed up against your back . you looked at him and you felt him press up against you and he remained silent but you can tell what he was waiting for . all that it took was a simple nod and you brought your hands to your pants and already soaked panties , pooling them at the bottom of your ankles but leon was starting to get slightly impatient . he leaned his head down towards you as some of his dirty blonde locks dangled from the top of his head , the two of you were now touching foreheads and his eyes gazed upon your features but his eyes lingered a bit longer on your lips .

within the back of leon ‘s mind , something was screaming at him to kiss you but he was refraining unless you made the move first because he didn’t want to seem like the guy to be desperate for a kiss . you noticed his lingering gaze upon your lips . your soft and plush lips looked inviting to him but he remained still with his forehead touching against yours . his fingerless gloved hands were brought down to your hips and he used one of his hands and pushed your panties out of the way and he lined up his dick to your dripping pussy . you take a sharp breath as he just grinded up against your clit . he continued the teasing and the occasional grinding up against your clit , feeling the wetness emanating from your pussy .

with your breath hitching subtly , your cheeks began to flush more and you flutter your eyes closed , not explicitly saying it or admitting it but you were starting to get impatient with how much he’s been teasing you for what seemed like an antagonizing amount of time which felt like an eternity of endless faux thrusting to your pussy but leon ‘s cheeks began to flush slightly without turning into any color but he kept his head tilted down towards you, his forehead leaning against your own as his dirty blonde locks began to intertwine with yours and he eventually gave up on the teasing and he lined himself up and slowly inserted himself into your dripping pussy . with the slow but swift movement — with leon letting out a breathy groan as his eyes fluttered shut at the warm and comforting feeling of your pussy, you let out a shaky moan but that was quickly covered by leon ‘s fingerless gloved palm because he could’ve sworn he heard a noise and unfortunately for the two of you, he was right as he heard footsteps directly above . silently cursing at his but an idea popped into his head as he grabbed your hips while he was still inside of you and he turned to look at you .

“ jump . “ he asked you and you reopened your eyes to look at him through your half lidded eyes and obliged , jumping and he swiftly caught you as he wrapped your legs around his waist and pressed your back flush against the wax dripped hole that the two of you were in as he kept his hands holding up underneath your thighs and to provide additional strength , he saw a makeshift seat and he placed you down on the seat but just to be making sure that you didn’t slip off , he kept his hands wrapped underneath your thighs and he looked at you through his dirty blonde locks .

“ remember to be quiet , we don’t wanna get caught . “ he muttered before leaning his head into the crevice of your hickey covered neck and to your shoulder blade as to silence his groans and moans so none of the torch welding of pitchfork holding villagers would come in and try and kill them while they were like this . you let out a shaky breath but you kept your arms around leon and waited for him to move and get fully adjusted to his size since he was buried to the hilt inside of you . after feeling comfortable, you nodded while remaining your eyes closed but once leon saw your nod, he began to move forward and backwards in a rotating movement . leon silencing his soft and breathy groans to the crevice of your neck and you remained with your eyes but closed but you reopened them but only half way til they were half lidded and you kept one of your hands over your mouth to make sure as an added step into not getting caught by ganados .

with each movement he made inside of you, you released a shaky and breathy moan into the palm of your hand , making sure to keep your legs wrapped around his waist tightly but not too tight to the point it’ll cause him discomfort . leon kept moving in and out and making sure to hold you firmly in place and the soft subtle noises of skin slapping was evident within the hole you two were residing in for now . leon continued thrusting inside of you while his hot breath was emanating from his nostrils and gently caressing the skin of your neck . you shiver at the contact but you kept the palm of your hand around your mouth to keep your moans and whimpers at bay so the wandering villagers nearby .

leon ‘s breath started to become more hoarse and he started to make his thrusts more quicker , making sure to keep his fingerless gloved hands around your thighs and waist so you didn’t slip off of the makeshift wax seat you were currently sitting on to keep you dormant for now . his thrusts continued to get quicker as skin slapping against skin was starting to become slightly louder in between you two and the hole you two were currently in , his heavy balls smacking against your inner thighs from how quick his thrusts were becoming but what caught you two off guard was a sudden loud rumble of footsteps and voices— all shouting and chanting words and leon quickly halted his thrusts and wrapped a hand around your already covered mouth as his eyebrows furrowed, remaining silent while staring up at the ceiling of the hole you two were in as you two heard a plethora of footsteps stepping from above the both of you as you avert your gaze to the ceiling of the hole you two were in until an idea popped in your head and you held a mischievous expression across your features .

while you were about to act upon your idea, leon was more focused about not getting caught by the villagers even though he started it out in the middle of the lake . you pulled leon ‘s hand away from your mouth and you brought yourself away from him , his dick slowly leaving your pussy with a soft and wet pop! you were missing the feeling of being full but leon looked at you with a furrowed but raised eyebrow look as he watched her push him onto the wax makeshift seat, he lets out a soft grunt but his mouth was instinctively covered by yours as you crawled onto his lap, straddling his thighs with yours own as he brought his hands to your ass and he looked up at you with a his signature curious look that was mixed in with his all time knitted eyebrow look but his eyes remained half lidded . you lowered yourself down back into him, you let out a shaky breath and you let yourself get comfy as you slide your combat boots underneath his thighs . she gripped his shoulders to gain more stability as you began moving up and down . your breath was becoming shaky with each movement and your eyes closed as you continued bouncing on his dick, his hands still gripping your ass as to make sure you don’t accidentally fall off . the chanting whispering and the amount of footsteps were still above you two but you decided to be risky .

you continued to riding on his dick, you leaned your head into the crevice of his neck to silent your moans and whimpers . leon continued releasing huffed grunts and silent groans as you continued bouncing on his dick while ganados were up above . evident sounds of skin making soft sounds of smacking against skin were slowly starting to become noticeable in between the two of you as you kept fairly quiet as to make sure that ganados doesn’t hear you two from down below . you continue to let out soft but quiet moans as you continue riding him . you would eventually want to go more quicker than your pace now but leon already had beaten you to it .

leon , with keeping up with his thrusts, he continued to thrust upright and his fingerless gloved hands on your ass . you continue with riding him as you toss your head back with your hands still upon his shoulder blades, you continue releasing out some soft whimpers and low moans as you remain to stay quiet but leon on the other hand— he had other plans, his thrusts went more rougher and quicker and his breathing was starting to grow more intense and heavier . leon removed one of his hands and grabbed your locks tightly, pulling your hair back as his thrusts began to get more rougher and quicker and you accidentally let out a loud moan before covering your mouth instantly , eyes widening and leon ‘s hips stilled for a moment and his icy blue orbs turned to look up at you through his eyelashes but he held his signature half smile and he continued his thrusts— rough and more quicker than the last .

your hand was covered over your mouth to contain your moans and you lean your head forward to lay your forehead against the crevice of his neck as to better hide your moans there as you hear the footsteps up above you two still for a second before walking away as they search for the mysterious noise that was heard randomly out loud . with ganados out of the way , leon ‘s thrusts grew more sloppier and desperate as he began huffing and his grip on your ass and hair tightened .

“ i’m close . “ he warned with a gruff tone of voice and he tried to pull you off of his dick so he didn’t accidentally release inside of you but you kept firm on his lap, staring down at him and you held a soft mischievous but pleading look . “ you can release inside— i’m on the pill . “ she murmured out softly and in a hushed tone just in case if any wandering villagers happened to be nearby with their pitchforks and dynamite . leon closed his eyes for a moment and looked back up at you for a moment before returning his rough and rapid thrusts— them eventually growing sloppier as his breath began to hitch and he released your hair and snaked his forearms around your waist as to hold you tightly. he began thrusting upwards into you rather quickly and his heavy balls were smacking against your ass . you continue to let out loud moans into the palm of your hand , so you didn’t attract any villagers near where you two were located . her head was tossed back and your hands lay splayed across his tee shirt clad chest . with his thrusts getting more sloppier , more desperate and erratic . leon kept his forearms wrapped around your waist in a bear hug like fashion and he snapped his hips upwards into you and he lets out a loud groan while in return , you released a loud moan once his hips snapped up towards you and bringing you to the hilt of his dick, feeling something warm slowly oozing into your pussy as you leaned against leon ‘s shoulder and your lower body twitched and shook slightly as you two remained within the pose as you two tried to catch your breaths .

remaining your head leaning against his shoulder blade , her chest began rising up and down slowly as to regain some of the energy back that you two depleted together . leon ‘s chest was rising up and down against hers while to take a moment to catch a breather after the intimacy that happened between you and leon . he brought up a gloved hand to your chin and gently caressed it before tilting it to make you look at him as he leaned and pressed his lips against yours . her eyes widened slightly because she wasn’t expecting to be receiving a kiss from him but you ended up returning the kiss . her eyes fluttered closed as you brought your hands and cupped his cheeks and caressed his cheeks gently with your thumbs , leaning in to the kiss slightly before pulling away slowly and earning a soft smack , staring at him through half lidded eyes as he slowly chased after your lips and encased them with his own softly . obliging with his request , you leaned back into the kiss and did your same ministrations ; cupping his cheeks and caressing them in the palms of your hands and your thumbs .

after pulling away, there was a soft smack that was evident and the pair stared at each other for a few moments and she began smiling a dopey smile , they basked in the afterglow of sex that they’ve just now finished , “ never would’ve thought you’d see me like this , leon . ” she quipped slightly , her eyebrow quirked upright to make her expression more smug but leon gave his signature pissed off look but he closed his eyes within the process before giving a dry chuckle and a half lopsided smile as some of his dirty blonde bangs came across his forehead and you reached up and brushed them out of his eyes before he reopened his eyes . “ i didn’t hear you complain . ” it was his turn to quip and he leaned back in for another kiss before you denied him of that by pushing his face away gently and you gave a snicker , “ okay there lover boy , we got a mission to finish and the presidents daughter to rescue . ” you speak in a quipped matter of fact like tone .

leon emits a dry single chuckle before lifting her off of him and tucked his now soft dick back into the confines of his black boxers and cargo pants . you pull up your panties and cargo pants and clicked back your utility belt holding your handgun holster and knife sheath on the side of your hip and hearing the similar click of the utility belt around the hip , you turn your head to look at leon before reaching up and brushing his hair to make it more neater , doing the same to your hair , you brought yourself back into the mission mindset and exited the hole with leon , following in suite .

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redemption : resignation letter. l Javi Gutierrez

❤️‍ broken hearts seek redemption ❤️‍

Summary: when he came home and he wasn't alone

Warnings: a little bit of angst, but mainly fluff, one small kiss

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first part is here >>resignation letter<<

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broken hearts seek redemption [masterlist]

You weren't expecting any guests that day. It was a rainy, cloudy day. The small apartment you had been renting for a few weeks was your new haven, although you hadn't quite settled in yet.

When you heard the doorbell ring, you dragged yourself in that direction, a little surprised.

"Good morning!" a young guy grinned at you "I have something for you, ma'am."

"For me?" but before you could say anything more, the guy handed you a large bouquet of flowers. "I'm sorry, but this must be a mistake..."

The delivery guy pulled a note out of the bouquet and handed it to you. It was your name, you couldn't deny it. Before you could ask anything, the guy bowed and quickly ran down the stairs.

"Strange..." you mumbled to yourself, closing the door.

You didn't have a vase, so you filled a jug with water and put them in there. The bouquet was beautiful, and the sweet and fresh scent quickly began to spread around the room.

There was nothing more on the note, that you were still holding in your hand, than your name. It was weird...

However, you didn't have time to think about it for long. Another bell made you jump.

This time another man stood behind the door, a little older than the previous one, and the large bouquet of flowers in his hands looked impressive.

"Morning!" he greeted you "I have something for you, ma'am."

"That's a mistake!" you said quickly "I already got the bouquet. A moment ago, there was a young guy here and he..."

The man reached for the note attached to the delivery and showed it to you. Again, you saw your name written in nice handwriting.

"I think everything is correct. It's for you!"

More flowers were placed on your table, this time in one of the pots. You wondered if you should go to the store for some vases, but again you heard the bell.

And again you saw, already a different man, who insisted that the flowers he brought were for you. Within an hour you lost all the pots and two large mugs that served as vases.

Your apartment was starting to resemble a flower shop, and you counted almost fifteen bouquets. All of them were impressive and beautiful, all of them had your name on the tag.

You started to jump nervously at every sound of the doorbell, and you literally snatched the bouquet out of the last courier's hand saying "Yes, I know! For me!"

A loud "Fuck!" escaped your lips with another knock on the door. But you didn't expect that person to be there.

Javi Gutierrez.

He stood right in front of you, with an elegant shirt slightly unbuttoned at the neck, his hair combed, and his devilishly beautiful eyes staring at you.

"Hi, hermosa." he greeted uncertainly.

"Javi..." you mumbled, folding your arms across your chest and leaning against the door frame. "I figured it was you..."

"Really?" he raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Since when?"

"About the fourth bouquet, but I was sure by the sixth." The shy smile of a child caught in mischief appeared on his lips. "What are you doing here? How did you even find me?"

"I have friends who are good at finding people, hermosa. Besides, it's Thursday." You raised your eyebrows. "Thursday Movie Night? Don't tell me you forgot. I already brought popcorn and wine, and your favorite ice cream and..."

Despite your heart beating like crazy at the sight of him, your mind wouldn't give up. You shifted from foot to foot and cleared your throat.

"Javi... I don't work for you anymore. You know that, right? I left you my resignation." you said. He grimaced as if you reminded him of a dentist appointment.

"I know, but... I canceled it!" he stated, and you widened your eyes at him.

"You can't do that! It was a formal letter."

"I know you didn't really want to do it. I know you, hermosa! And you know me better than anyone else. Let's just say you took an extended vacation." You rolled your eyes. "Will you let me in? I'd like to talk to you, but the hallway isn't the right place for that."

You wondered for a moment if you should do that, but Javi was staring at you so pleadingly that you finally moved over to make room for him.

"Just be careful. Someone decided to make a botanical garden in my apartment." You mumbled.

"Wow! I didn't expect that." he laughed quietly looking around the room.

"Me neither."

He handed you a box of ice cream and with a sigh you went to put it in the freezer. His footsteps indicated that he was walking around your apartment, it was a strange feeling to see him again. You told yourself that you had cured yourself of what you felt for him, but your heart clearly thought otherwise.

"Veronica knows you're here?" you called into the apartment and closed your eyes waiting for an answer.

The footsteps stopped.

"Hermosa..."

There was more to that description than the sweet nickname Javi gave you. Longing and guilt, all of that could be felt in his tone of voice.

You took a deep breath. You were already sure that he sent you those flowers and showed up at your door because he definitely wanted to invite you to the wedding, and Veronica would certainly be a beautiful bride.

"I have so much to explain to you..." he said as you walked out of the kitchen, your arms tightly wrapped around your chest, "I have to explain and apologize."

And then Javi started talking, the words pouring out of his mouth like a waterfall. He told you about Lucas, about Nicolas Cage, about some FBI or other agents, about the kidnapping, about the scenario and about the arrest that took place later...

Your eyes widened more and more. You waited for the moment when he finally said "I was joking, hermosa!", but Javi was so involved in his story that it had to be true.

"And Veronica?" you asked when he finally let you speak.

"Lucas knew that you were very close to me, closer than anyone else, and that I cared about you, and...and..." he swallowed loudly. "I couldn't risk, hermosa... Veronica was supposed to help me. I wanted him to believe that you meant nothing to me."

"She was fucking convincing." you muttered under your breath.

"Right? She was the one who suggested that you go away for a while."

"Javi, I resigned from work. Was that part of your brilliant plan?"

"I don't think so..." he replied, a bit confused "Your letter was really depressing."

"It was formal. Professional."

"So emotionless! That wasn't you, hermosa!"

In a few long steps and small maneuvers between the bouquets standing on the ground, Javi stood in front of you. He seemed so unnatural in this apartment and with such nasty weather outside. Skin kissed by the sun, curly hair and sweet brown puppy eyes staring at you. He kept pulling at all your strings, you couldn't kid yourself that it was different...

"I left because I felt hurt." You said quietly, you wanted him to understand you, to feel what you felt "You were always close to me and I fell in love with you. And you... I knew I had no chance with Veronica. She was beautiful and a perfect match for you."

"She's a very nice girl." Javi shrugged "But she has one flaw." You raised your eyebrows waiting "She's not you. And you are... You are everything, hermosa! I wanted to protect you from Lucas, I didn't want to hurt you. You know I'll never..."

You knew that. Javi would never hurt you on purpose.

"This is all madness..." you mumbled, shaking your head in disbelief.

"Listen..." Javi stepped even closer, his large, warm hands smoothing your shoulders. "You know I never... You're really important to me. Not as an employee, although you do that brilliantly. But you're also my friend, my soulmate... I think that..."

"Stop here." Your hand on his chest stopped what he was about to say. "This is too much, Javi. I know you meant well, but... You hurt me."

"Then let me fix this, please. Come back with me, go back to your job and let me win your heart like you deserve..."

Your head was a mess, but your heart had already made up its mind. You saw the relief in Javi's gaze as you finally nodded. A huge smile appeared on his lips.

In an instant his arms wrapped around you in a tight hug, he kissed you on the cheek and picked you up spinning you around.

"Hermosa! You won't regret it."

"Javi! You're crushing me!"

"Sorry!" he put you down clearly embarrassed "I'm just so happy! I'll help you pack or I'll have someone else do it and you..."

"Thursday Movie Night." Your words tore him from his train of thought "Javi, we can't miss this, can we?"

He frowned, thinking about it. On the one hand, he wanted to take you home right away, but he didn't want to overwhelm you again. Finally, he nodded.

"Si, we wouldn't want to miss this."

You made some popcorn and you both sat down on the couch, Javi chose a movie for you. It was nice. Having him next to you again, feeling the warmth of his body, hearing his chuckles or funny comments. When you snuggled into his side, your eyelids getting really heavy, he kissed your forehead lightly.

You were already asleep when he could finally say what you were holding him back from saying.

"Te amo, hermosa... You're everything."

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ribbonsncherries · 1 day ago

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ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒰𝓃𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝒮𝑒𝒶𝓉˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥

Student!Dean Winchester AU x student! reader

A/N: I still have a grudge over the person who took my seat this semester, like MOVE. btw with the end, I didn't know how to end this story sooo come up with a better ending in your head I bet it's much better than mine.

Summary: Everyone knows that if someone sits in the same spot for more than a day in class then that is their seat for the rest of the semester. So when Y/N comes to class she finds a surprise, and the competition for the seat begins.

Warnings: Language

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@anitalenia

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@supernovagifs

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Another day another lecture. Y/N was exhausted from work the night before. So she was late to class, she’d been late before so she quickly got dressed had some cereal, and drove to school. When she came in she saw a guy with darkish blonde hair, little bits of freckles on his face, and the immediate smell of leather from his jacket. Y/N with a smile said, “Hi, excuse me, this is my seat.” She said in the most respectful tone to convince him to move.

Dean faced her and looked up and down at her then turned his head behind him and pointed at the empty seats “Go find another one sweetheart there are no assigned seats here.” He smirked before going back to his notes. Y/N’s mouth was slightly open. She marched back to the row behind him and sat down. Her seat didn’t feel right. Her seat was perfectly in the middle where she could see everything and be able to see no matter how tall a person is. Now this guy who took her spot’s hair is in the way. She grumbled as she took her notes constantly moving her body side to side to see what the professor was writing.

The next day came around and Y/N managed to get her seat in time by being 20 minutes early to class. Ridiculous, she knows that. But this seat is the best in the class and there’s no way she’s giving up without a fight. The lecture hall started filling up with the usual students. But Dean arrived 10 minutes early after Y/N. So when he saw the seat was taken Y/N looked down at the door and smirked. Dean growled in anger and sat down in the row behind her. “Bitch…” he muttered under his breath. Y/N looked behind her “It’s Y/N at least get my name right.” She said before returning to her work.

After the next couple of days, the fight for the chair turned…a little more competitive than it needed to be. Dean was known for his pranks on Sam. So he decided to use his master gift of pranks and use it on Y/N for the glory seat in the lecture hall. So when class ended and everyone left, Dean wrote down that the class was switched over to room 403. So he smirked as he left the class. And at room 403 he wrote a little note for Y/N.

The next day Y/N woke up early and got to class 20 minutes early like usual. When she saw the note on the board she went to room 403 which was a long walk from her regular lecture class. So when she reached the room her face dropped

‘Dumbass -Dean’

Y/N knew his name now. But that was the least of her worries. She ran out of the class and back to her regular lecture hall where she saw Dean smirk at her and wink back at her. She had a mad face and walked to the seat behind him. “Fucking asshole.” She muttered. “Looks stupid in that jacket.” She muttered as she dug her pencil into her notebook causing the led to crack.

One time as Y/N was walking to class she saw Dean was right beside her. They both made eye contact as one walked faster than the other and at that point been almost running. Allison being such a talented actor almost fell to her knees as her arms went to her lower torso. “Ahh!” She muttered like she was in pain. Dean’s smile immediately dropped as he went to her in worry and crouched down. “Hey! Hey, you ok?” He asked helping her up. Allison smiled and immediately ran “idiot!” She yelled as she ran for the seat laughing.

Then after a few weeks, it got…extreme. Both Dean and Y/N set up pillows in front of the lecture hall and covered themselves with blankets. “What time is your alarm?” Y/N asked smugly.

“5:45.” “Well I’ll set mine for 5:40.” She smirked. Dean immediately yelled out “Siri, change the alarm to 5:50!” Y/N looked back in anger. “Siri set the alarm for 6:00!” “Siri, disable Y/N’s phone.” Her mouth was wide open “You can’t do that! Siri self-destruct!” Their feud was like it wasn’t going to end. They kept going at it until Y/N just had enough.

Y/N was late for class and she competed with Dean so much she forgot to wash her jacket. It was so cold outside and in the lecture hall. So she grabbed whatever long sleeve she had left and went to class. She saw Dean at the seat with a smirk. She came up to him “Listen, I’m done. Just take it, it’s yours.” She mumbled while shivering. Dean's smirk faded as his eyes followed her to go to the seat behind him. Which they called the loser seat since whoever didn’t get the chair would sit there behind it. Dean had so many layers on him so he took off his jacket and walked behind her. He dumped his jacket over her shivering body.

She looked behind her and looked at him. “Now you’re the stupid one with the jacket.” He said as he smiled remembering what she said about him those first days. Y/N’s face turned red, she thought he didn’t hear her. “Sorry about that by the way…” she said awkwardly. “Thanks.” She muttered as she adjusted the jacket to fit better. She had to admit she felt much warmer. So when Dean returned to the seat. He couldn’t help but feel upset. Why did he feel bad, he won, and after weeks and weeks of competing for the seat why did he feel worse?

When class was over Y/N returned the jacket to him “Thanks, I was freezing in there.” She said. Dean smiled as he put it back on her. “It’s freezing out here, just make sure not to dirty it, it’s a bitch to have it dry cleaned.” He said as he grabbed his backpack and walked away. Y/N sat there still shocked. She put on his jacket properly. And when she put it on she immediately smelt the genuine leather, wood, and men’s cologne he always wore. Y/N had to admit he was somewhat cute. His emerald eyes and his cute little freckles on his face. It’s almost like she wanted to kiss- wait what the hell was she thinking?

As she began doing her chores at her apartment she kept looking at the leather jacket that was hanging, it annoyed her that she couldn’t stop thinking about him.

As for Dean, he couldn’t stop thinking about her. Whenever he talked to Sam it was always about the competitions, every single topic Sam tries to tell, Dean always tries to make some connection to Y/N or the seat competition. “Dude shut up, I get it. You poured water on the seat and got her butt wet. You told me…20 times.” Sam said. Dean’s face dropped “Hey it was funny.” He defended. “Just admit you like her,” Sam told him in a reliving tone.

“I don’t like her.” Dean smiled. “Dude no, she’s a crybaby about a seat.” “So were you!” Dean looked down and agreed to himself he was a crybaby too. “Dude, you talk about her all the damn time.” Dean leaned back on his bed, where he and Sam were talking. “Dude no I don’t.”

“Y/N woke up so early for this, Y/N was hurt so I thought she needed help, Y/N is smart for choosing that seat, Y/N this, Y/N that. Just admit it!” He said hoping to bring his brother to his senses. “Fine, ok I thought she was hot, plus that added spunk in her caught my attention more,” Dean admitted. Sam could only smirk. “See big brother it wasn’t that hard.” He cooed at Dean. “shut up.” he said back.

Y/N gave up. The perfect seat was gone. She wasn’t a sore loser so she just let him have it. She got his leather jacket he let her borrow then her bag and made her way to class. When she arrived she saw Dean sitting next to the chair they fought for with his bag on the seat like he was saving it.

“Hey, thanks for letting me borrow it, I promise nothing happened to it while I had it,” she said handing Dean back his jacket. Dean smiled and put it back on, he smelled her perfume mixed with his cologne that was lingering on the jacket. “Thanks.” he smiled back as he got back to his notes. Y/N stood there still wondering why the seat was not taken. “Why aren't you sitting in the good spot? Isn’t that why we fought for so long?” she smiled. Dean looked at her and chuckled, “Well, you had it first, my mom taught me better than to steal a lady's seat. So by all means sit.”

Y/N smiled as Dean took his bag off the chair and placed it on the floor. As she sat down and gathered her things on the desk to begin working, Dean looked at her “Did you have fun at least… know with this thing happening?” Y/N giggled, “I did have to admit some parts were funny, but it was not funny when you stuck gum on the chair. It took me hours to take it all off.” she said. “I'm sorry, but you gotta admit it was funny.” he laughed. This was the first time he noticed her. He notices her hair, her eyes, her clothes, the little keychains on her backpack, and the colors on the highlighters she has. “I’m Dean, Dean Winchester,” he said with his hand out for a handshake. Y/N smiled as she took her hand in his, “Y/N L/N.” “Well Y/N I officially call a truce,” he said. Gripping even harder on her hand. “And I officially call an agreement.” she smiled.

“Do you wanna go to lunch after class? There's this diner and trust me every seat is good.” Dean asked her smiling. Y/N’s face grew pink and she nodded her head. “Sure.” she agreed. Who knew a guy Y/N grew to dislike became someone she could tolerate and maybe even like at this school. And it was all because of a chair.

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rwshfordgirl · 2 days ago

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can we be each other's company?

summary: on a rainy day in london, jude decides to take advantage of his free day before joining the national team and makes a surprise visit to his friend's house. pairing: jude bellingham × reader a/n: i'm inactive due to college activities :( i hope you like it

no weather forecast warned me about the storm that hit today. but then again, how does a person who lives in london leave the house without an umbrella? i got home soaking wet and very angry with myself.

my mom laughed when she saw me walking past her in the living room "you're going to get sick if you keep getting caught in the rain like that." she reminded me that this wasn't the first rain shower of the week. what a horrible week, i just wanted to never leave the house again and i wish jude was here, he would laugh at me but would hug me afterwards. and i would definitely cry in his arms just because i took a shower in the rain twice in a week.

i threw my things on the floor as soon as i entered my room and almost fainted when i heard a loud male voice in the room. "tough day, beautiful?" jude bellingham was in my room just as i asked in my mind, the heavens heard me. he was standing in front of my window and i ran to hug him. "why didn't you tell me you were coming? does my mother know you're here? why didn't she tell me?" jude was wet "and spoil the surprise?" he smiled "go change your clothes" he said.

i went to the bathroom and changed my clothes at the speed of light. it's been so long since i've seen jude and he's one of my best friends.

when i got back to the room, he was lying on my bed and he motioned for me to lie down next to him. and that's what i did, i lay down there on top of his left arm.

"i missed you, you won't see me play anymore and hardly sends me messages." i turned my face so i could look in his direction. "talk to my college professors and my boss, they are the reason behind it." i said "i was feeling lonely without you." he said "i doubt it, your spanish friends must have stayed with you." i said "not for a second." he replied. "okay then, if you say so."

if my mom opened the bedroom door right now, she'd see us in this position and set off fireworks in here. she keeps saying that jude and i are a couple and that i don't want to admit it.

but i laugh when she says that, who would have thought that he and I could be a couple? well, maybe i imagined it sometimes, in the silence of the night when it's just me and the little voice inside my head. i would like to give jude little kisses and... thinking about it now, we already behave like a couple, there really is just no kissing part.

"shut up" i said mentally before getting out of bed. "i need to record a video with you, record this rare moment" i said as i picked up my phone. jude sat on the bed and i approached him, again.

"after two months, mr. bellingham decided to show his face here." i said as i put my arm around his neck. the player looked at me and his face became expressionless. and suddenly, i was surprised by jude's kiss. i went to heaven and came back. jude bellingham kissed me. not on the cheek or forehead like he usually does, jude's soft lips touched my glossed lips.

"i've been wanting to do this for a while now." he admitted. i put my phone aside and brought our lips together once more. "i'm glad you did." i said.

kissing jude had been in my plans for a long time and apparently kissing my mouth was also in his plans. i was dating when i met jude and he was the person who supported me the most after the breakup, it was there that we practically became best friends. i don't think he approached me with ulterior motives, things just came up over time.

"i think we should try, you know?" he said "i agree" i said "you know i like being with you, i like talking to you, i like hearing you talk and i hate not seeing you for a long time. i wish you could stay like this forever, stuck to me all the time." he vented "we can't just be friends." he admitted and i nodded "couldn't agree with you more, baby jude."

#football imagine #football blurb #football one shot #football x reader #footballer imagine #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagines #jude bellingham fluff

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plaidpajamallama · 1 day ago

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(You scared me) RHEA RIPLEY X JEY USO

Chapter 15

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Rhea was walking around backstage at SmackDown.

She was being cautious, of course. Naomi had invited her to the show. She looked for the locker room. Naomi had told her to meet her in

She walked in, seeing Jade Bianca and, of course, Naomi sitting around talking.

Naomi immediately jumped up, seeing her in the doorway. Hi, how are you doing?

Hey, I’m good.

She led her over to the benches they were all sitting on.

She sat next to Naomi, feeling a little awkward.

How are you feeling, Rhea? Bianca asked

I’m feeling a little better. I wish I was cleared.

Well, I think B handled Liv for you, Jade said, hitting Bianca arm playfully.

That girl was working her last nerve; someone had to hit her, she said, putting her hands up in defense.

I appreciate it, Bianca. She said with a smile.

Maybe you knocked some sense into her, Naomi chimed in.

So what’s been up to Rhea with your time off? Jade said, grabbing her water bottle.

Nothing much; they have been watching me like crazy. Like I’ll get jumped in my own home or something.

Bianca gave her a look, they? Who’s they

She smiled to herself. Me and Jey are dating.

Wait for real! She said sitting up.

Good for you, girl, get yours! Jade said, giving her a high five.

Wait, how long had this been happening? Bianca said, lying down on the bench.

A couple of months technically, but we only been dating for a couple of weeks now.

Damn Naomi You didn’t know Jade said

I just found out a couple of days ago, when we’re in the UK, I had my suspicious

My brother is an idiot when it comes to keeping things a secret, especially when it comes to you, she said, playfully poking her.

She smiled at the thought of him

Oh, so he’s the reason your here tonight had to come support your man. Jade teased

I mean, he does look good in red, plus I haven’t seen him in a couple of days, so

They all let out a collective Oh! Causing her to laugh

I bet he looks even better out of the red too. Jade said, cocking her head.

I mean, those tattoos are nice to look at.

They talk for the rest of the show after it ended, Rhea went to find Jey.

It didn’t take long for her to find him. He was standing outside by one of the exit doors.

His hands rubbing his temples; he always did that when he was stressed.

She ran up to him, giving him a hug. Hey, are you alright?

Yeah, I’m good. He said, giving her a kiss, It’s good to see you.

It’s good to see you too. I missed you.

Well, I got you something.

You did! What is it?

You have to wait and see.

Why tell me you got me something and not give it to me?

I mean, I got something else I can give you to, he said with a grin.

I mean, I’ll take both of your offerings. I’ll never say no to that, she said, tracing her fingers down his chest.

Girl, you trying to get me in trouble at work.

Then let’s go. I don’t want you to get in trouble now, she said, grabbing his sunglasses off his head and putting them on hers.

Damn girl! You don’t have to tell me twice.

He put his arm around her as they walked to their car.

As they walked up, he saw someone standing by his car.

He looked around, seeing if he saw anyone else. becoming more alert to his surroundings as they got closer.

Rhea squeezed his hand tighter, pulling him back.

Who’s that? She pointed at the person standing by their car.

I don’t know. I know who I hope it’s not, tho.

As they walked closer, he noticed there were two people standing there.

Hang on, he said, letting go of her hand. He walked up to the car.

He yelled out, getting their attention.

As they turned around, he noticed it was Jimmy and Naomi.

The fuck you doing, man! Sitting by my car in the dark and shit man!

We have been waiting here for 20 damn minutes. What took you so long, uce?

Ok, both of you calm down. Naomi said, putting a hand on Jimmy's chest.

He sucked his teeth. I swear if your here to talk about Sami man

No, I still don’t trust him, but no, that’s not why I’m here.

So then what do you want?

He felt a hand grabbing his; he knew who it was; he didn’t even have to look

She asked Naomi what was going on.

He looked down at her, nothing. It’s okay.

Jimmy had a weird look on his face. He looked over at Naomi, then back at them.

So what do you want? It’s late and I’m tired, so hurry up.

Uce I get your upset, but don’t go blowing up at Roman like that; it's not going to do us any good.

He shook his head. He doesn’t get to talk down to us anymore, especially right now.

He made a face. What does that mean?

He’s not on top anymore; he doesn’t get to act like he’s better than us.

He threw his hands up. Jey, come on.

I meant what I said; he got one more chance, and then I’m done. I’m here for you, not him.

That got Jimmy's attention.

I’m not going through all that shit again, man.

Jimmy sucked his teeth. I get it; trust me, I do. I’m just saying he’s not going to change overnight.

He ran a hand over his face, alright whatever.

They were all quiet for a moment.

Naomi broke the silence. Ok, we should get going. Come on, baby. She grabbed Jimmy's hand.

Alright, bye, he said, dapping him up.

Bye, see you around. bye Naomi

Bye; see you both later. They walked off.

He let out a loud sigh as he opened her door.

He shut the door, getting in the car.

You okay? She said, grabbing his shoulder.

Yeah, just God, he said, letting his head hit the headrest. Let’s just go. I don’t want to talk about it right now. I just got back. I just want to focus on you. He put his hand on her thigh.

Plus, you still got a gift to open.

Huh, I do, don’t I, she said in a teasing voice.

You do a very good gift, I might add.

I feel like you are not talking about my gift anymore.

I mean, I can give it to you, can’t I? That’s a gift, isn’t it? He moved his hand to her inner thigh, making her shift in her seat. Jey baby

Yes, babygirl, he said as he moved his hand up and down her thigh and rubbed it against her pussy.

Causing her to cross her legs

He continued to tease her till they got to their hotel.

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He grabbed their bags out of the truck. He came around, opening her door.

Thank you, baby. As she stepped out of the car, she grabbed his shoulder for support as she felt her knees get stiff.

He asked if she was okay with a grin on his face.

Yeah, I’m ok; let’s go.

Before she could take another step, he picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder.

Jey Put me down! She kicked her legs. Jey!

Shh, babygirl, you can scream all you want in a minute. He said, smacking her on the ass.

She bit her lip as it sent chills down her spine. God, maybe he should leave more often if he was going to act like this every time.

Luckily, the hotel lobby was pretty empty beside the hotel staff.

Her face was bright red. God, this was so embarrassing being over his shoulder like this, but it also was hot. He just threw her over his shoulder like it was nothing.

When they made it to their room, he dropped their bags on the ground.

He put her down on the desk, kissing her.

She immediately fell into it, putting her hands in his hair.

As they made out, he picked her up, taking her pants off, and throwing them to the side.

He sat her back down, napping at her neck.

The cold air hit her pussy, causing her to bite her lip. He rubbed his hand against her pussy, making her moan.

Babygirl I barely even touched you, and your already so wet for me.

He moved her underwear out of the way, pushing two fingers into her Fuck Jey! She bit his shoulder to muffle the sound of her moans as he thrust them in and out of her

She wrapped her legs around him as he picked up speed, making her moan louder. Fuck please!

She felt that familiar heat pooling in her stomach.

Please, what baby?!

She grabbed at his shirt.

I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what you want, baby.

She used her feet to push down his pants down to his thighs. Jey! Please just… Just fuck me.

You want me to what, baby, I can’t hear you

Fuck me Please just fuck me! She yelled loud enough for the people in the next room to hear, but she didn’t care; all she cared about was him.

He picked her up, carrying her over to the bed.

He laid her down, taking off his clothes.

She threw off her shirt along with her bra and underwear.

He flipped her around so she was on her hands and knees.

He thrust into her in one swift motion. grabbing the bass of her neck.

Is this what you wanted babygirl?!

Yes! god, yes!

She let her head hang. Each thrust was fast and deep, hitting that special spot, making her moan.

Your so hot like this baby; let everybody know your mind. He smacked her on the ass. making her yell

God, he felt so good. Each thrust brought her closer and closer.

Fuck Jey im... im

Cum for me, babygirl

A couple more thrusts pushed her over the edge.

Her body shuddering as her orgasm rips through her

She fell down to her elbows, trying to catch her breath.

his hips snapping forward one last time as he finds his own release.

He fell beside her, breathing heavily, trying to catch his breath. Damn girl!

She chuckled as her body relaxed. God, that was...

He smiled We’re not done yet, baby.

She giggled as he grabbed her, pulling her on top of him kissing her.

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This is my first time writing smut so be nice and if you have any tips haha let me know 🖤

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kissorkill16 · 2 hours ago

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Warning: A Hello Neighbor Fanfic

By JJ

Summary: Nicky's first warning.

Nicky sat in his room, kicking his legs in the air as he listened to his parents arguing downstairs in the kitchen.

"Lu, please! The man lost his wife and kids, just one visit wouldn't kill you.", said his father.

"Absolutely not, Jay!", said his mother. "I don't care if he brought us cookies our first month of living here. He's been acting up ever since the car crash incident, and ever since those missing posters were put up."

"You know you sound just like Nicky right now.", said his father, sounding annoyed.

Hearing that, Nicky sighed and rolled his eyes.

He was getting tired of hearing their argument, so he grabbed a jacket and climbed out of his window. He put the jacket on once he was outside.

He turned his head to across the street from his house, and he saw Mr. Peterson getting into his car. The car turned on and started moving out of the driveway, and Nicky hid behind a bush as he watched the car go down the street.

Once the car was far enough so Mr. Peterson couldn't see him through the rear view mirror, he ran after the car.

Nicky followed Mr. Peterson's car to the Golden Apple Amusement Park.

He hid behind a tree as he watched Mr. Peterson get out of his car, and then he went to his trunk and took out a toolbox and a shovel. As he walked to the front of the gate and broke the door open, he quietly followed behind him, hiding behind nearby concession stands or trees or bushes whenever he turned around to see if anyone was there.

He followed him to a large rollercoaster, and he hid behind a concession stand that used to sell candy.

Mr. Peterson grabbed onto one of the rollercoaster carts, and started breaking down the cart off of the track. When he got it off, he started taking apart the cart, breaking it down piece by piece.

"What the heck is he doing now?", asked Nicky. But he instantly shut his mouth when he realized he said that aloud.

Mr. Peterson turned around for a split second, and Nicky ducked down behind the stand he hid behind. When he peeked back up, he saw that Mr. Peterson was...gone.

Nicky immediately panicked.

If he wasn't there, then he could be anywhere else in the park! He's probably near him right now. And if he was near him, then Mr. Peterson would probably know it, since he has senses unlike any other human being.

He slowly crept out from behind the stand, he looked left and right to see if he was nearby. He didn't see anyone, and he let out a sigh of relief.

Nicky began walking to the front of the gate, but just before he was about to grab the fence and climb it, he felt a large, muscular arm wrap itself around his waist and hoist him over someone's shoulder.

Mr. Peterson.

Immediately, Nicky began to panic. He started flailing around, kicking the man in his side with his knees, but Mr. Peterson was too strong.

"PUT ME DOWN!", he screamed, "LET ME GO! HELP! HELP, SOMEONE HELP ME! ANYBODY!"

Mr. Peterson put him down, but Nicky didn't have a chance to run before Mr. Peterson pushed him against something hard and wooden. Then Nicky felt something wrap around him, trapping him against the wooden surface he was stuck by.

When he opened his eyes, he found that Mr. Peterson tied him to a tree.

"It's late, Nicholas.", said the man, "You're not supposed to be here."

Something about his tone of voice really pissed Nicky off. Mr. Peterson was talking to him like he was scolding him, like a parent with their teenager when they were out too late.

"Neither are you, hypocrite.", Nicky snapped back at him.

Big mistake. Mr. Peterson took Nicky's chin and held it in a firm grip as he made him turn to look at him, "Don't use that tone with me, young man.", he growled.

Nicky felt his blood run cold.

When Mr. Peterson let go of his face, his cheeks hurt from the firm grip.

"You've turned up at my house uninvited so many times before, and each time, you were able to get away.", said Mr. Peterson, "I must admit, it felt nice that you came to visit a lonely old man like me. But you could have at least asked for permission before you broke into my house."

Nicky looked down at his shoes. Mr. Peterson said that last bit so sternly, and for some reason, Nicky felt ashamed. Like he was a little kid that just got caught trying to take cookies from the cookie jar late at night.

But he shook his head and looked at the man with stubborn eyes. "Let me go, now.", he said.

Mr. Peterson let out a condescending laugh. "And why should I do that? Give me one good reason why I should let you off the hook?", he asked.

"Because I know that you're hiding them somewhere in your house. Aaron and Mya. And if they ever find out you killed me, you'll be in big, fat trouble.", said Nicky.

"Kill you? Why would I -..."

The man turned around and thought to himself. He had just figured out that Nicky thought he killed his kids, and he knew he should just tell him that he didn't kill them,...but on the other hand, it felt good to toy with the little boy once in a while.

So he didn't say anything, he just turned back around and shrugged.

"Alright, fine. I'll let you go.", said Mr. Peterson, then he leaned down to meet Nicky's level. "But I'll only let you off with a warning."

He held Nicky's chin in his fingers, in a softer grip this time, but it still kept his eyes on him.

"If I ever get my hands on you again, don't expect me to let you go next time.", he growled. "I'll keep you somewhere your fake friends or your neglectful parents won't ever be able to find you."

"Don't say that!"

Mr. Peterson backed up a little at the boy's sudden outburst. "What's the matter, Nicholas? Are you scared?", he condescendingly asked.

Nicky had to bite back a snicker. "No. I meant don't call my friends fake, and don't call my parents neglectful.", he said, his voice firm.

Mr. Peterson raised his eyebrows and nodded. "Wonderful. Just another thing to tease him about.", he thought. He went behind the tree and started undoing the ropes, when he was finished, he started walking away.

Nicky rubbed his arms as he heard the distant voice of Mr. Peterson.

"Goodnight, Nicky! Get home safe! I'm sure your parents are worried sick as they look for you!"

Nicky quickly turned around to yell back at the man, but he was gone.

But he didn't care anymore, he just wanted to get home and go to bed.

He zipped up his jacket and ran to the fence, climbing over it as he thought to himself.

"You won't ever get your hands on me again, old man. I always get away."

#hello neighbor #welcome to raven brooks #theodore peterson #nicky roth #jay roth #luanne roth #my fics #hello neighbor fanfic

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lulubeanie · 6 months ago

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Psychonauts dream.. Compton was there and hanging out with Ford :]

#duck speaks #they were going through a brain that was elementary school themed (like an elementary school but if it were weird mostly)#Otto and Bob had apparently already went in but they got lost or something so they went to find them and get them out #Helmut and Lucy and Cassie were sitting this one out I think. having fun elsewhere #a lot of the dream was like. going through a the halls and looking in the rooms (while also trying not to distract the kids)#or sometimes when you went in a room it would teleport you into a seat and you'd have to answer the questions correctly to get out #if you did something wrong it would restart I think #in one of the rooms though there was a flower pot with like.#a toy flower that had been grown really tall and large so that it could reach an open ceiling panel #oh I forgot to mention that this brain would make you small. shrunk #also for some reason Compton was leading this and Ford was following and doing what he said ?#he was kinda nervous and seemed like mostly he was winging it but Ford trusted him #anyways.#they figured that probably Bob grew that plant. which means him and Otto probably went up there #when they got into the ceiling it switched to be like. a neighbor and bus drop off ?#and they were in the bus but there was no driver. Ford took the driver's place and Compton would tell him which way to go #they drove around and helped kids (one of them brought their dog on the bus and it ran out the door and Compton had to go get it back)#but Bob and Otto weren't anywhere to be seen #I think they saw another plant somewhere but I woke up before they could check it out #I hope they found them wherever that one wouldn't taken them #psychonauts #<- forgot that #this is just what my dreams are like btw #they're beautiful and vivid and colorful and they always tell me some kind of story :]#and characters love to be in them also

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kazumist · 1 year ago

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no bc i actually thought it was just gonna be one of his perma ssrs again (i have like. 3 stars on the cake one and 2 where he got soaked in water tbh) but then the line was smth like "i can't wait to spend forever with you" which made my jaw dropped bc??? WHAT????

#( spam )#and then i saw him on the table stressed #that's where it all starts crashing down bc oh my fucking god i got the jinghe ssr. i actually got it. i didnt lose the 50 50 oh my god wai #it was so funny on how i immediately got out of bed and walked around my room looking at my phone screen #like girl i was just pulling and i was SLEEPY. i was skipping my pulls too since i ran out of schips 4 a ten pull #all of my sleepiness went away when i saw jinghes icon on my fucking screen man #okay ill shut up now this is just a core memory for me

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thetangibleghost · 2 months ago

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My sleep was odd last night but I took a nap at around 5 am and had another dream about Sal Fucking Fisher. 🤦🏻 Then I woke up... And had ANOTHER ONE. Larry was also in that one.

#there was music playing like white noise with feedback sounds over it during the first one.... he stuck his tongue out... there was more too #but i cant remember #in the second one they were bith just in my head... i was in a city taking public transport and i saw my step dad. i was wearing his hat so #i gave it back to him. then left on the trolly again. i think i was in a movie theater at some point.#then i was in a hotel and a man came in my room and started walking around like he owned the place and i said “exuse me? exuse me? hello?#exuse me?“ and i woke up for a second but then one of my alters told me to go back to sleep #so then when i went back i was out side the hotel and it was like right on the edge of this farm land/woodsy area and i started walking #then i was like “im just gonna oick a direction and run.” and sal and larry were in my head and sal was like “hell yeah.” and larry was like #“idk if thats a good idea”#but so i ran down this dirt road eventually i took of my shoes. probably about three miles in #it was really scenic and beautiful. i took a turn but it turned out to ve someones deiveway so i turned around #and then a mile further there was these two guys who asked me some questions in polish? or something? idk. at first i was worried they were #angry like i wasnt supposed to be on the road but i got the idea after talking to them that they thought i was someone else or something.#they were standing in a feild with a huge sign and behind them in the corner was the biggest unrealistic haybale ever.#i looked up the road and it was mostly obscured by trees but it seemed like there was a summercamp or a spring or something at the end #of the road. but i woke up before i could even start moving towards it. i dont even know if that was actually the end #dream log #anyways im fucking haunted by video game its so embarrassing

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shellshocklove · 2 months ago

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moanin' & groanin' | logan howlett

pairing/AU: lumberjack!logan howlett/wolverine x inexperienced!female!reader

summery: working for your father's timber business isn't what you saw yourself doing, but when the wolverine comes looking for work it's suddenly not so bad – especially when he can teach you a thing or two.

warnings: this is an 18+ fic so mdni! age gap (in the way that his mutant abilities prolongs his life), swearing, use of pet names, smut, car sex, praise, a little dacryphilia, logan's got a dirty mouth, soft dom!logan, a little size kink (basically logan has a big dick), handjob, fingering, a little manhandling, unprotected sex (don't do it!!), no use of y/n

a/n: um hi! this is my first ever logan fic. i really hope i got him right! not beta read, and barely edited so any mistakes are my own. happy reading! <3

main masterlist / ao3

The pages crinkled under your fingertips as you turned another page. Over the top of your book you could see your father's men milling about, getting the timber ready for another outgoing truck. Day in and day out they worked like flannel-covered ants.

He wasn't here, your father, leaving you to hold down the fort, or office to be precise, as he ran errands. "I'll be back before lunch," he'd told you, a hand passing through the sleeve of his tan Carhartt.

The office felt bigger when he wasn't here, like his neuroticism took up twice as much space as he did himself. You looked around the room. It was small, more like a hut than anything else, raised up on cinderblocks. A tiny kitchen lined the front wall, the refrigerator had given out once this month already and something smelled like it had died in there, the white florescent light under the wall cabinets gave you a headache, and the tap drip drip dripped. The table and the mismatched chairs, your father had found at a fleamarked years ago, before you were born most likely, and they wore the wear and tear of years of use.

Every available surface was covered in papers, and the wooden shelves on the wall dipped in the middle from the weight of the binders. When you were little you'd been afraid the wood would break in two, but they were still standing (hanging?) – maybe they'd stay like that for the rest of eternity for all you knew. Your father's office had only one desk, which made your job as occasional office manager and full-time problem solver, problematic.

Your father would sit in his chair on one side, while you'd steal one of the mismatched chairs and occupy the other end. If you'd had your way, you wouldn't be working here. The timber business interested you just as much as your father was interested in the disco they played on the radio. "If it ain't the king of rock I don't want to hear it," he usually said and switched the channel.

But the town was small, and no one was hiring. The summer after you'd finished high school you'd dreamt of moving to the city, but the money had been tight and your father needed you. At least the work, if your father didn't meddle, was relatively easy: answer the phone, type out the invoices and salaries, keep an eye on logistics, and make sure whatever breaks gets fixed.

The radio hummed at a low volume, one of the singles from Tapestry, as you turned another page of your book. Leaning back in your father's office chair, you glanced at the clock over the door. He should be back by now. Just as the thought crossed your mind, the door swung open.

"Did you need something?" you asked, your book dipping down in your lap.

Logan raised an eyebrow at you as he walked into the office on heavy steps, that damn cigar hanging out the side of his mouth. "Nice to see you too, princess," he poked jokingly, tugging at his gloves, one finger at a time, and tucking them into his leather belt.

He sported the same outfit he usually wore; bootcut jeans, a white t-shirt under his flannel and a thicker wool-lined jacket. He must've been sweating in here with that on.

Autumn had claimed the trees and ground months ago, but this morning the frost had covered the ground and bit at the apples of your cheeks. Your breath had come out in swirling plumes when you'd locked yourself in this morning; the first glints of the sun peeking through the windows as it rose over the mountains. The first thing you'd done was crank the heater, and now as you approached midday, you'd shed your sweater long ago while the windows had fogged with condensation.

The smallest of frowns tugged at your brows, as a heat prickled up your neck to your cheeks. Logan made you a little nervous– not in a bad way, but in a way where your thoughts would wander in his presence, conjuring up scenarios of him and yourself in… comprising positions. Okay, maybe it was in a bad way. But who could blame you when he walked around like that?

He'd arrived only a few months ago, at the tail end of the summer, looking for work. He was strong, stronger than any of the other men working for your father, and although the work was hard, it seemed like he never tired. You didn't know much about him and he kept mostly to himself, hidden away in a cabin up in the mountain, but sometimes you'd see him down at the local bar, nursing a glass of whiskey in one hand and a lit cigar in the other. More than once you'd seen him chatting up Kayla Silverfox, and more than once you'd wished it was you in her place.

"Oof," Logan groaned as he opened the fridge, grabbing his packed lunch and closing it as fast as he could. You appreciated him for that; whatever had died in there should stay in there.

"Yeah," you said, "I'm not cleaning that again, not even for a million bucks."

"Can't blame ya."

He looked to the table for a second where the guys usually ate their lunches, before he decided to take your usual chair at your father's desk. As he sat down, you pushed the ash tray to his side of the desk, earning you a short smile in thanks as he rested his cigar. It wasn't unusual for him to talk to you on his breaks.

So, why did you heart beat so fast in your chest?

Because it was the first time you'd been alone.

"So, where's your old man?" he asked and bit into the sandwich he'd packed in an old newspaper.

"Running errands– he should be back soon…" you trailed off.

Logan hummed non-committedly. "So, you're in here sittin' pretty readin' your book while we're out in the cold slavin' away– maybe I should become the boss' daughter."

"Well, it's not easy," you sighed, feigning confidence, "and you gotta be pretty first of all," you front teeth dug into your bottom lip as you tried to hide your nervousness.

"That's true," he grinned, "I ain't got nothin' on you, princess."

Logan held your gaze with intent, and it was like something in the air shifted. It happened sometimes with Logan, like he had this power beaming from him that sucked you in. Erratic wings fluttered in your stomach, and you had to drop your gaze.

"So, how's the book?" he asked, taking another bite of his sandwich.

"Eh," you shrugged, dog-earing the page your were on, before throwing the beat-up paperback on the table. "Too many plot twists– first they're on earth, then there's this virus spreading– so they have to move all of humanity to the moon, but then there's this species that lives under the surface of the moon who they start a war with, but one of the main characters are in love with a moonie– that's what they call them– so, now they're in love and trying to stop the war and…" you shrugged again.

Logan chewed slowly as he nodded his head. "Sounds complicated," he decided, making you let out a small laugh.

"I guess so."

A grin washed over Logan's face at your small laugh, and you felt his gaze roll over you, over your exposed skin. When he looked at you like that, like a predator drooling for a meal, you felt a small damp spot stick to your panties. You watched as his nostrils widened, his jaw clenching shut as a pulsing vein protruded from his neck.

"So, science fiction," he started, clearing his throat, "Didn't know you liked that," he continued between the last bites of his sandwich

"Some kid at the library recommended it," you shrugged, "so I thought I'd try it out. And it's not like it's that far from the truth– we've got mutants."

Logan crumbled the newspaper hard and quick, the sharp sound making you jump. "Yeah," he said, and stood to his feet, "That's true."

He grabbed his burnt out cigar, and threw the ball of newspaper in the trash. You started to wonder if you'd said something wrong, but then he said, "Your father's back," and not even a second later you could see your dad's old truck pull up outside the window.

How did he even know that?

"Logan– wait," the words just fell out of your mouth before you could even think them through. He hovered by the door, raising a questioning eyebrow at you.

You could be brave– Just say it!

"Come by later would you? Before you leave for the day– I have something for you."

A gush of cold air blew in with the arrival of your father. He almost crashed right into Logan on his way out, nearly knocking him down the wooden steps. You thought you could glimpse a small nod from Logan, but he was out the door so fast you couldn't be sure.

The rest of the day went by slowly as a growing anxiety gnawed at your neck. With your dad back you slipped out to borrow the car, driving into town to pick up some lunch at the local diner. It was routine at this point, something you did without thinking, but today your thoughts couldn't stay still. You were pulling up outside the office when you realized you'd driven the whole way with the radio off.

What was even your plan?

You wished you were better at this. You could pretend, sure, put on a brave face to hide the nerves from surfacing, but how do you get a man like that to go for a girl like you?

You felt non the wiser when the sun had dipped below the mountains and he finally knocked on the office door. Your dad had left thirty-minutes earlier, stranding you at work with no way to get home.

If this didn't go well, you didn't look forward to walking home.

"What 's it you wanted, princess," Logan asked, leaning against the frame of the door with one knee popped. Your eyes couldn't help but run down the length of him – his broad shoulders, the bulge hidden below his big belt buckle, and the veins of his exposed arms as he slung his jacket over his shoulder.

"Oh, um," you tried to shake your thoughts, and you rummaged the desk for the envelope. "Here," you said as you found it, stretching your hand out for him to take it.

He pushed off the door frame with a raised eyebrow, the cold air from the open door taking with it the warmth of the office. "What's this?" he questioned, taking the envelope from your hand.

"It's your check– for this month's work," you explained.

His raised eyebrow pulled into a frown, "This is a week early," he questioned, "and I usually get these sent in the mail."

"Oh, I-I just thought I'd give it to you personally this time," you lied, fitting a shrug at the end for good measure, trying to sell how completely normal and nonchalant you were.

Logan raised a skeptic eyebrow at you, and you suddenly felt really really stupid. In your chest your heart could compete with a hummingbird's.

"Really?" he said with a smile before he dropped his chin, "Can I appreciate a little extra something in here, or…?" he trailed off, waving the envelope.

Letting out a shaky inaudible breath, you tried in your flirtiest voice, "Maybe if you give me a ride home…"

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The lights from the town below looked like stars scattered over the night sky, the yellow light of the roads connected them like on a string. You knew that Logan knew where you lived; the town was small, and even with the short time he'd spent here, it wasn't hard to get familiar. He'd stopped at the lookout point, about half-way up the mountain road. It was nice in the daytime, with a nice view of the town, the mountain and rivers, but at night it attracted a different kind of crowd: lovers. It was cheesy, and cliché, but clichés were clichés for a reason.

The Led Zeppelin tape whirled, and the music stopped.

Suddenly you felt nervous, fingers picking at a loose tread on your sweater. Logan leaned forward to flip the cassette, and his truck filled with a sound of organ, like you were back in church. When he leaned back he slung his arm over your seat. You watched how he spread his legs, getting comfortable, as his eyes found your face.

Under the wool, your heart picked up its beat.

In a brave move you shifted closer, the leather seat moaning under you, as a pleased smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. His big palm snaked around your shoulder, curling you closer to him until his lips caught your own. You only hesitated for a second before your hand found his neck, where your fingers tugged lightly at the hair at the nape of his neck.

A low growl huffed against your lips, and he deepened the kiss, pressing himself roughly against you as he licked into your mouth. You couldn't help the small whimper escaping you. His touch was rough, almost impatient, but tender all at the same time, and you felt yourself fall apart.

The air stuck to your skin, clammy and sticky with arousal and now you started to get impatient. With a loud smack you broke apart, your lips raw and spent from use as you caught your breath. A rough hand cupped your cheek, the pad of his thumb skated gently over your skin as he tilted your head towards him.

"Such a pretty little thing," he mused. His eyes had gone dark, pupils huge and filled with lust; yours must've looked about the same as they rolled down his body. He shifted closer to you, pushing you closer to the door, and you got a better view of the bulge hidden behind his jeans.

Your heartbeat pounded in your ears, clogging up the sounds around you like you were underwater, pushing at your thoughts at the back of your mind. Logan moved with such ease, each touch natural and easy, like he'd done them a thousand times. Not like you, with only your short-lived high school boyfriend under your belt.

"Hey," he shook your head gently, "Where you goin', bub?"

"I'm sorry," you whispered, a heat coating the apples of your cheeks.

He shook his head, his face surprisingly tender for someone so rough, "Tell me, baby."

"I'm just…" you trailed of, trying to find your words, "I'm a little nervous– I haven't done this much," you said, avoiding his gaze.

"That's sweet, bub." The pad of his thumb rubbed the pet name into your skin as he leaned forward to catch your lips in a soft kiss, "But I wouldn't worry that pretty little head of yours 'bout it."

His breath was hot against your own, and an ache started to spread between your legs. The hand on your cheek travelled downwards to tug at your jacket, and you parted only for a second to rid yourself of it, but before you could lock your lips with his again he grabbed at your hands.

"I'll teach ya," he told you and guided your hands to his broad form.

He let you touch him as he shucked off his jacket, your fingers dancing over the soft flannel. He was solid beneath your fingers, hard muscles from hard work. A patch of dark hair curled at his chest, peeking out beneath his white shirt, and you found yourself wondering where it lead.

Curling his hand around your wrist, he guided your hand lower; down over his chest where you could feel the solid form of him. His bronze belt buckle burned you like ice, but the heat of him as he pressed your hand to the hard bulge beneath the buckle burned even brighter.

"You feel that?" He looked you straight in the eyes. He pressed your hand down harder and you could feel the shape of him against your hand, hard and thick, and big. You barely managed a nod through the wave of heat coating your cheeks.

"That's because of you, princess." His voice was low, almost like a growl, as he started to guide your hand to rub over the thick length.

"Me?" you questioned, breathless.

"Yes, you," he chuckled, a heavy hand petting at your head. "D'you want to take it out? Stroke it f'me?"

"Please," you begged, looking at him with moony eyes through your lashes.

"So polite f'me," he mused, his hands tugging at his belt before he popped the button on his jeans. Slipping off your shoes, you crawled up into the seat, sitting back on your knees as you watched him pull at his jeans. Peeking out from under the denim, you could see a dark patch of hair.

Logan was in no rush, revealing only an inch at a time of the base of his cock, making a show of it as the tension rose. A wave of tickling arousal washed over you, and it made you brave, reaching a trembling hand forward, you helped him tug at the fabric.

At last his cock sprung free.

You felt your eyes widen at the sight, as you involuntarily squeezed your thighs together. Even with your limited experience, you knew he was bigger than most. The thick length of his cock bobbed from the weight, hanging heavy between his legs. At the tip of his fat head, a drop of precum pearled, almost invisible in the dark truck.

"Come here, bub." He widened his legs as he reached out a strong arm for you, curling you into his shoulder.

"Put your hand on it," he ordered, "like this," he grabbed at your wrist and guided you hand towards his mouth. You let him move you around, eyes blown out and wide as you couldn't take your eyes off his impressive cock.

A wet blob of spit pulled you from your thoughts, it drew the slightest frown over your face until he guided your palm, now coated in his spit, to his cock.

Under your palm his skin was silky soft, but hard and firm at the same time. You found yourself mesmerized at the sight of your hand around him as you familiarized yourself with the heaviness of him in your hand.

"There ya go–" he cut himself off with a groan as you formed a fist around the head of him. Your fingers struggled to reach around him, but it didn't seem like Logan minded much when you moved downwards smearing his spit over his shaft in an experimental tug.

"That's it, good girl, just like that."

A warmth bloomed in your chest at the praise, wrapping itself around your heart. You wanted him to say it again– to be good for him. So, you reached forward with your other hand, wrapping it around the base as the other formed a fist around the head. Another pearl of precum beaded at the tip, and you took the opportunity to skate your thumb over it, massaging it into his spit.

A growl seemed to get caught in Logan's throat, and still riding off your high that the praise had sown in you, you started to pump his cock in slow strokes. A slick sound escaped under your fists with each stroke, and you watched how his head fell back in pleasure.

"Am-am I doing it right?" you asked, voice barely above a whisper.

At the sound of your voice, Logan sat up straighter, a heavy hand falling over your back to pull you closer. "You're a natural, princess."

You couldn't contain the smile from coating your lips as he brought you in for another searing kiss. It was hot, and suffocating, and all-consuming, all at the same time. It clouded your mind, and you forgot what your hands were supposed to be doing.

Logan's hand travelled down your body, his big palm grabbing at your ass. "Take of your pants," he ordered against your lips, "Panties too," underlining his order with a couple of light slaps to the flesh.

Shuffling out of his hold, you fingered at the button of your pants, pulling at them and your panties as quickly as you could. Goosebumps prickled over your exposed skin, the air suddenly frosty without Logan's touch – but that didn't last long.

The calloused pads of his fingers trailed up your thighs, pressing down into the flesh as he pulled you closer to him. "Come sit in my lap, princess."

He didn't wait for you to move, instead he manhandled you how he wanted. Spreading his legs wide apart he fit you between his legs, your back pressed against his hot chest with his hard and leaking cock caged against your ass.

"I'm gonna touch you now, baby, okay?" his deep voice whispered in your ear.

"Okay," you peeped, heart pounding in your ears at this new proximity.

He spread your legs, putting your wet and neglected cunt on display, hooking them over his knees. When his palms danced over your inner thighs, you felt yourself sink deeper into his chest, deeper into the safe scent of pine and man.

"Need to get you ready f'me, bub– stretch this tight cunt out for my big cock," he cooed.

You ached for him, a sticky wet feeling between your legs as you wished so badly for him to finally touch you. His touch was light, but teasing, drawing circles along the thin flesh, circling closer and closer to where you needed his touch the most, before he pulled away.

"Please," you whined, grabbing at his arm.

His breath felt hot against your neck, and you could feel the grin he pressed against your skin. He let you guide him upwards to hover his large palm over your mound, but he wouldn't let you have it. Instead, he pushed at your sweater. His hand spread across the skin beneath your belly button as prickled goosebumps followed the rough pads as they ran across your skin.

"Y'gonna feel me right here, bub?" he teased, "So deep inside your tummy?"

A whine caught in your throat and you felt like an exposed nerve. Arousal pulsated throughout your body, threatening to pull you apart unless he did something soon. Your neglected cunt dripped with an ache only he could sooth.

"Yes, please, Logan," you whined, tears threatening to spill.

His thick beard scraped against your cheek, and you almost trembled from anticipation as he slid his hands downwards. He raked his fingers through the curls of your mound, and a gasp fell from your lips when he finally pushed at your clit.

A wide smile reached across your face when he started to circle his fingers, tight with the perfect amount of pressure. Your hips bucked to meet his touch, your cunt eager and dripping for more of him. His other arm clasped around your middle, keeping your still and steady in his lap as he had his way with you.

A bold finger dipped lower, running through your folds and teasing at you entrance. A slick sound filled the car as he played with your cunt, circling his fingers around your hole, dipping a teasing finger inside you just to the first knuckle, before withdrawing it just as quickly.

"Such a messy pussy," Logan murmured in your ear, the deep bass of his voice vibrating into your skin. "Listen."

The sound as he played with your pussy was obscene, lewd, and so dirty you felt a heat crawl up your chest. A breathy gasp escaped you when he finally split you on his finger, and a satisfied smile coated your lips as he started to move it inside in a steady rhythm, prodding every so often at that spongy spot inside, the spot your own finger couldn't reach.

"F-feels s-so good," you managed to stutter out.

The heel of his palm pressed against your clit with every thrust, teasing at your insides and conjuring moan after breathy moan from your lips. He guided you closer and closer to the edge, and you wanted so badly to fall. When he pulled out to slide another finger inside you, you felt a tear roll down your cheek with satisfaction.

"I can feel that pussy clenching me– you close, bub?" he poked, never stopping his fingers.

Your head rolled back, resting heavy on his shoulder as you nodded franticly, mouth parted slightly, humming out small breathy whines. You were so close, the tension in your stomach twisting and aching for release.

But then he pulled his fingers, dragging them up over your mound leaving a wet trail in your curls. You couldn't help the disappointed sigh as more tears pressed their way down your cheeks.

"Shh," he hushed you, "you're okay, bub."

Under you, you felt him move, his strong muscles flexing as he shifted you on his lap. When you felt the blunt head of his cock slide between your folds, an eagerness came upon you. You grinded against him, making a small chuckle rumble from his chest. Logan slapped his heavy cock against your folds, coating his big cock in your slick arousal.

The first stretch of him knocked the breath right out of you, the fat tip of him splitting you in half as he helped you guide yourself down on him. You had to remember to breathe, your hand fumbling for something to hold on to.

"Fuck," you whimpered, eyes wide, "I-it's so big– it's t-too big."

His hand wrapped around your middle held you in place, keeping you still on his cock as you adjusted to the first inches of him inside you.

"It's not too big, princess, you're doing so well f'me," he praised, "just a little more, bub– you can do it."

With a wet whimper you lowered yourself, taking a couple more inches of him, as Logan pressed more fluttering praise into your skin. He let you take your time, easing yourself down on him at your own pace. When your thighs were finally flushed with his, he was so deep inside you, you jolted, trying to move back up, but Logan's hands held you down. You felt him in your tummy, like he'd said, his cock reaching so deep you were shaking.

"Sit still, get used to it," he told you, as you tried to catch your breath, "You're being so good f'me."

And somehow the burning stretch of him soothed away into a pleasurable pressure, one you couldn't help but chase. With an experimental rock of your hips, you felt the fat head of him prod at your spot, making you mewl. And when you started to swivel your hips, Logan groaned in satisfaction, meeting your movement with small thrusts.

Slowly, he picked up his rhythm, strong hands shifted to dig into your hips, holding you in place for him to move you as he wished. In your ear, you heard him growl, deep and animalistic as he fucked up into you.

It didn't take long until your breath came out fast between moans as the pressure built, and built, and built.

"Logan," you moaned, tethering right on the edge.

Another growl escaped his chest, as his strong arms hooked under your legs. He pressed them tightly to your body as he picked up his pace, bucking wildly into your eager cunt. You could feel him throb inside of you, and you couldn't help but clench at the thought of feeling him spill inside you, claiming you.

"Don't stop, please, don't stop," you begged, tears streaming down your face like two winding rivers, "I-I'm gonna come."

A hand slid between your legs to rub at your puffy clit, coaxing you closer and closer with winding circles.

"Come on my cock, baby, come all over that big cock."

It was hot, and blinding. Euphoric shocks pulsed through your body, as you fluttered and gushed around his cock. Logan's grip on your legs tightened as you shook violently with your orgasm – a million stars exploded behind your eyes.

"Oh, that's it, bub, such a good girl," he praised between heavy wet pants against your ear.

Fucking you through your ecstasy, Logan chased his own high at a relentless pace, and all you could do was take it, reduced to a ragdoll in his hands. In your ear he muttered nonsense interlaced with praise, telling you how good you felt, and how perfect you were for him.

With a deep groan he pulled out quickly, tugging at himself until he spilled his thick spend on the truck floor. With bleary eyes you watched how it pumped in quick spurts, dripping down his hand and soiled the knuckles in his own sticky cum.

Behind you, Logan breathed hard, nudging his nose against the column of your neck to press soft kisses to the hot skin.

A pair of bright headlights beamed down the road, pulling you from the moment with its blinding light. Logan helped you shift off his lap, reaching to hand you your discarded clothes before he tucked himself back into his jeans.

The cassette whirled in the car radio, and you couldn't remember when the music had stopped. Logan shifted back behind the wheel and an eerie silence grew in the distance between you.

"How 'bout I take you somewhere to eat?" he posed.

You smiled, "I could eat."

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