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chapter summary: The remaining X-Men come up with a plan to change their present; send Logan back in time to change the past.
word count: 17.1k+
pairing: Logan Howlett x fem!reader
notes: oooohhhh boy!! i've been waiting for this chapter for so long and it's finally here! i'll have more to say at the end, but for now, and i truly mean it, enjoy!!! <3
warnings/tags: takes place during 'days of future past', dofp!logan, light miscommunication, angst, light violence, blood, character death, fluff, memory loss, happy ending!
series masterlist - chapter 10
The Blackbird landed on the top of the large mountain in front of a monastery. Ororo walked out first, followed by Logan, who paused at the bottom of the stairs to light his cigar, Charles, whose chair hovered down the stairs, and Erik.
They walked to the front of the monastery as Bobby spoke, âProfessor.â
Ororo smiled, âBobby.â
âHey, Storm,â he replied, giving the woman a hug.
âHey, kid.â Logan said.
âProfessor,â Kitty called out. âYou made it.â
The group made their way inside as Kitty explained how the group had been surviving, âWarpath spots them, and I send Bishop back to warn us of the attack before it happens. Blink scouts the next site, and⊠well, we leave before they ever know we were there.â
âBecause we never were.â Bishop said.
âBut what do you mean, you were never there?â Logan asked.
Charles looked over at Logan, âshe projects Bishop back in time a few days to warn the others of the coming attack.â
âSo she sends Bishop back in time?â
âNo, just his consciousness into his younger self, his younger body.â Charles clarified.
âWow.â Logan muttered.
âThis might just work, Charles.â Erik commented.
âWhat might work?â Kitty questioned.
âThe Sentinel program was originally conceived by Dr. Bolivar Trask. In the early â70s, he was one of the worldâs leading weapons designers, but covertly, he had begun experimenting on mutants, using their gifts to fuel his own research. There was one mutant who had discovered what he was doing.â Charles explained.
âA mutant with the ability to transform herself into anyone.â Erik added.
âMystique,â Peter said.
âI knew her as Raven. We met when we were children. Grew up together. She was like a sister to me. I tried to help her, but only succeeded in driving her away. She hunted Trask across the world, and at the Paris Peace Accords in 1973, after the Vietnam War, she found Trask. And killed him. It was the first time she killed.â
âIt wasnât her last.â Logan added on.
âBut killing Trask did not have the outcome she expected. It only persuaded the government of the need for his program. They captured her that day. Tortured her. Experimented on her. In her DNA, they discovered the secrets to her powers of transformation. It gave them the key they needed to create weapons that could adapt to any mutant power, and in less than 50 years, the machines that have destroyed so many of our kind were created. But it all started that day in 1973, the day she first killed, the day she truly became⊠Mystique.â Charles finished.
âYou want to go back there,â Kitty said.
âIf I can get to her, stop the assassination, keep her out of their hands, then we can stop the Sentinels from ever being born.â
âAnd end this war before it ever begins.â Erik spoke.
âI-I can send someone back a couple weeks. I mean, maybe a month, but youâre talking about going back decades. You have the most powerful brain in the world, Professor, but the mind can only stretch so far before it snaps. It would rip you apart. Iâm sorry. No one could survive that trip.â Kitty remarked.
âWhat if someoneâs mind has a way of snapping back?â Logan asked. âWhat if someone can heal as fast as theyâre ripped apart?â
---
Logan stood by the table as Charles, Erik, Kitty, and Bobby stood nearby, the rest outside of the monastery keeping watch.
âSo I wake up in my younger body, God knows where. Then what?â
âYouâll need to go to my house and find me. Convince me of all of this.â Charles moved closer to Logan.
âWonât you be able to just read my mind?â
âI didnât have my powers in 1973. Logan, youâre going to have to do for me what I once did for you. Lead me, guide me. I was a very different man then. Youâll have to be patient with me.â
Logan scoffed, âpatience isnât my strongest suit.â
âYouâll need me as well,â Erik spoke up.
âWhat?â Logan turned to face Erik behind him.
âAfter Mystique left Charles, she came with me, and I set her on a dangerous path. Darker path. Itâs going to take the two of us, side by side at a time when we couldnât be further apart.â
Logan looked at Charles who nodded in affirmation, âgreat,â he muttered to himself. âSo, where do I find you?â
âWell, itâs complicated.â Erik said, as Logan shook his head and stopped himself from rolling his eyes.
Logan got onto the table and lied down, Kitty sitting at the head of the table, âbasically, your body will go to sleep while your mind travels back in time. Now, as long as youâre back there, past and present will continue to coexist, but once you wake up⊠whatever youâve done will take hold and become history. And for the rest of us itâll be the only history that we know. Itâll be like the last 50 years never happened. And this world, and this war⊠the only person who will remember it is you.â Kitty took a breath, âall right, Logan, I need you to clear your head and to stay as calm possible.â
âWhat? What do you mean?â
âIf your mind gets rocky, itâll be harder for me to hold you, and you could start to slip between past and future.â
âWhat if I need to get a little rocky?â
Kitty lightly shook her head, âthink peaceful thoughts?â
âPeaceful thoughts.â Logan repeated. âYou have any good news?â
âWell, I mean, you donât really age, so youâll pretty much look the same.â
Bobby spoke up, âyou wonât have much time in the past. The Sentinels will find us. They always do.â
âAnd this time, we wonât be able to run. Weâll have no escape. This is our last chance.â Kittyâs hands hovered near the sides of Loganâs head.
âSee you all soon.â Logan said.
âThis might sting a little.â
---
Logan blinked, his vision adjusting to the dim, warm glow of the lava lamp. Its lazy, hypnotic bubbles drifted in the liquid, but his mind was racing to catch up. The sharp, immediate transition from the future to⊠thisâthe past, his pastâhad his senses momentarily disoriented.
The pressure against his neck snapped him into focus. An arm was draped over his shoulder from behind, soft, warm, and familiar. He shifted his head just enough to glance at the hand resting on his chest. It was delicate, but the grip was firm, like whoever it belonged to had no intention of letting him go.
âMorninâ,â your voice came from behind him, groggy and soft. Your tone was laced with the remnants of sleep but carried the easy, teasing warmth that always seemed to put him off guard.
His heart clenched. You.
You leaned into him slightly, pressing your cheek against his shoulder as you stretched, entirely unaware of the whirlwind in his head. The past, your face, the other you. The fact that he hadnât seen this version of you in nearly 50 years.
âDidnât think Iâd need to pry you out of bed first,â you teased lightly, your hand giving his chest a playful pat before you settled again. âUsually, youâre already up before the sun, big guy.â
Loganâs jaw clenched at the nickname. His eyes narrowed at the roomâa modest hotel room with vintage floral wallpaper and creaky wooden furnitureâand the small pile of clothes at the foot of the bed. His leather jacket. Your dress. The pieces clicked into place far too quickly, but they didnât make it easier to stomach.
He turned his head enough to catch sight of you, hair slightly messy, lips curled in a lazy grin. You were radiant in a way that didnât match the world heâd just left behind. The world heâd come back to fix. And you had no idea how much heâd missed that expression.
âWhatâs with the look?â you asked, tilting your head. âDo I have something on my face, or are you just debating whether or not youâre gonna finish that cigar from yesterday?â
Logan shook his head slightly, clearing the fog. âNah. Just⊠thinkinâ.â
âYou?â you quipped. âThatâs dangerous.â
âCute,â he replied dryly, though a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.
You laughed and pulled back, sitting up against the headboard. Your expression softened when you caught a hint of the tension still lingering in his body. âYou okay? You seem⊠off.â
âYeah. Iâm fine.â He swung his legs over the side of the bed, sitting on the edge to gather himself. âJust didnât sleep great.â
âYou tossed and turned a lot,â you agreed, though your concern didnât waver. âAnother bad dream?â
Logan didnât answer immediately. The memories of the future, the Sentinels, the war, and your other death pressed heavily on him. Instead, he grunted noncommittally and stood, grabbing his jeans from a chair nearby.
âYâknow,â you said behind him, watching as he pulled on his shirt, âmost bodyguards donât get that much real estate in their bossâs daughterâs bed.â
Logan froze for a beat before throwing you a glance over his shoulder. âMost bodyguards donât sneak them outta her own wedding either, darlinâ.â
You grinned mischievously, leaning your head back against the headboard. âGuess that makes us even.â
He shook his head but couldnât stop the chuckle that escaped. You havenât changed a bit.
Before either of you could say anything more, there was a sharp knock on the door. Loganâs entire body tensed, his senses sharpening instantly. He sniffed the air, picking up the distinct scents of sweat, leather, and gunpowder.
âStay here,â he said lowly, grabbing his jacket and stepping toward the door.
âLogan, whatââ
âI mean it,â he said, cutting you off with a firm glance. The tone in his voice told you not to argue.
He moved toward the door, his hand hovering over the knob as his other reached behind him for the small knife he kept tucked into his waistband. He opened the door slightly, just enough to peer through the crack.
Two men stood in the hall, dressed in dark suits. Their faces were sharp, unfamiliar, but their eyes carried an unmistakable menace.
âCan I help you?â Logan asked gruffly.
âYeah,â one of them said. âWeâre here for the lady. Her fatherâs lookinâ for her.â
Logan didnât hesitate. He slammed the door shut and locked it, spinning back toward you. âGet down,â he barked.
âWhatâs going on?â you asked, but the urgency in his voice made you scramble off the bed.
The door shuddered as one of the men kicked it. Logan growled low in his throat, adrenaline surging as his hands instinctively balled into fists. Bone claws erupted from his knuckles with a sickening snikt, and he turned toward the door just as it splintered inward.
Your sharp gasp filled the room, but there was no time for questions. Logan launched himself at the first man, driving his claws deep into the guyâs shoulder. Blood sprayed across the room as the second man raised a gun, but Logan was faster. He yanked his claws free and swung, knocking the weapon from the manâs hand before driving his claws into his stomach.
It was over in seconds, but the aftermath left the room in chaos. Logan stood over the bodies, his breathing heavy, his shirt streaked with blood. His claws glistened in the dim light, and as he turned toward you, his expression softened.
âLoganâŠâ you whispered, your voice shaking. Your eyes were wide, fixed on the bone claws still protruding from his hands.
He hesitated, then retracted them with a shudder, the wounds on his knuckles sealing themselves almost instantly. âI can explain,â he said gruffly.
âYouâyou justâŠâ You couldnât find the words.
âY/N,â he said, stepping toward you carefully. âI need you to trust me.â
You stared at him, your mind racing. The man you thought you knew had just turned into something else entirelyâbut it wasnât fear that kept you rooted in place. It was the way he was looking at you, desperate, protective, like heâd go through hell just to keep you safe.
âIâŠâ You took a shaky breath. âI trust you.â
Loganâs shoulders sagged in relief, though the tension in the room didnât dissipate. He grabbed a bag from the corner of the room and tossed it toward you. âWe need to move. Now.â
Before you could question him further, he bent down, rummaging through the manâs jacket pocket to snag the keys before heading for the door. You hesitated, your mind still racing to process what you had just seen. The claws, the blood, the sheer force he used to take out armed menâit was like something out of a nightmare. But Logan wasnât the nightmare. He was the only constant in this whirlwind you called your life.
âY/N,â Loganâs voice broke through your haze. He was standing by the door, his tone sharp but not unkind. âLetâs go. Now.â
You shoved a few belongings into the bag, still half-dressed from sleep, and moved quickly to his side. âLogan, what the hell is goinâ on?â
âIâll explain later,â he said, keeping his voice low and his gaze locked on the hallway as he peeked out. âFor now, weâve gotta put some distance between us and whoever else your fatherâs sent after you.â
Your stomach twisted at the mention of your father, but you followed him out of the room, clutching the strap of the bag tightly. âHow did they even find us?â
âDonât know. Donât care,â Logan muttered, leading you down the narrow hallway. His shoulders were rigid, his entire body coiled like a spring. âWhat matters is keeping you outta their hands.â
The two of you reached the stairwell, and Logan paused at the top, scanning the area below. He tilted his head, his nostrils flaring as he sniffed the air. Whatever he smelled didnât seem to calm him, but he motioned for you to follow anyway.
You descended the stairs as quietly as you could, your bare feet barely making a sound against the worn carpet. âLogan, seriously, you need to tell me whatâs going on. Those⊠claws, or whateverââ
âNot now, sweetheart,â he interrupted, his voice tense but firm. âWeâve gotta focus on getting outta here.â
You bit your lip, frustration bubbling under your skin. This wasnât the first time Logan had dodged your questions, but after what youâd just seen, you werenât about to let it slide for long.
The two of you slipped out a side door into the cool morning air. The parking lot was mostly empty, save for a few scattered vehicles. Logan made a beeline for a black sedan parked near the edge of the lot. He unlocked the door and ushered you inside without a word.
âLoganââ you started as he slid into the driverâs seat, but he cut you off again.
âBuckle up,â he said, starting the engine.
You shot him a glare but did as he said, snapping the seatbelt into place. Logan peeled out of the lot, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly as his eyes flicked between the road and the rearview mirror.
For a few minutes, the only sound was the hum of the engine and the faint thud of your heartbeat in your ears. You watched him closely, noting the way his jaw clenched and his knuckles turned white around the wheel.
âAre you gonna tell me whatâs going on now?â you finally demanded, crossing your arms. âBecause I think I deserve an explanation after that little⊠display back there.â
Logan let out a slow breath through his nose, his eyes still on the road. âItâs complicated.â
âNo kidding,â you shot back. âStart with the claws. What the hell are they, Logan? And donât tell me theyâre some kind of freak weapon because I saw them come out of your hands.â
He glanced at you briefly, his expression unreadable. âTheyâre a part of me,â he said simply.
You blinked, taken aback by the matter-of-fact tone in his voice. âWhat do you mean, âa part of youâ? Like, you were born with them?â
âSomethinâ like that,â he muttered.
You stared at him, waiting for more, but he didnât elaborate. Frustration bubbled over, and you leaned forward, grabbing his arm. âLogan, Iâm serious. I need answers.â
He sighed, his shoulders sagging slightly as he finally looked over at you. âIâll tell you everything, sweetheart. Just not right now. Right now, weâve gotta focus on getting somewhere safe.â
âAnd whereâs that?â you asked, your voice softening slightly.
âA place I know,â he said, turning his attention back to the road. âWeâll head north, get outta the city, and figure it out from there.â
You frowned, unsure whether to trust his vague assurances. But the look in his eyes, the raw determination mixed with something you couldnât quite placeâit was enough to quiet your doubts for now.
âFine,â you said, leaning back in your seat. âBut you owe me the truth. All of it.â
Logan smirked faintly, though it didnât quite reach his eyes. âYouâve always been a tough one, huh?â
âDamn right,â you muttered, crossing your arms again. But despite your defiant tone, a small part of you couldnât help but feel a flicker of something elseâsomething warm and familiarâwhen he called you tough.
You didnât notice the way his grip on the wheel tightened at your response or the way his jaw clenched ever so slightly. To you, this was just another chaotic morning in the whirlwind of your life. But to Logan, it was a painful reminder of how many mornings like this heâd lost with you.
---
You tapped your fingers on your thigh, still waiting for Logan to come out of this mansion, which looked like it had seen better days.
You groaned as you tilted your head back, adjusting yourself in the car seat. It had been a while since Logan left the car and went inside, almost 2 hours. You would know, youâve been watching the clock.
Finally, Logan stepped outside and briskly walked to the car door, opening it for you. âJesus, what took so long?â You asked, as he grabbed your bag from the backside and guided you into the house where two other men were, one with glasses, the other with long curly hair. âLogan-?â
âYouâre staying here.â He stated.
You stopped dead in your tracks, your eyes narrowing at Logan. âWhat?â you demanded. âYou said weâd figure this out together. You didnât say anything about leaving me here.â
Logan ran a hand through his hair, already looking stressed. âPlans changed, darlinâ,â he said, his tone calm but firm. âCharles and Hank are cominâ with me. Weâve got somethinâ to take care of, and itâs safer if you stay here.â
âSafer? Logan, this place is the size of a damn castle!â You gestured around the massive entry hall, frustration spilling over. âYouâre just gonna leave me here by myself? What if they come for me again? What am I supposed to do then?â
âYou wonât be alone,â Charles interjected, his tone measured but polite. He glanced briefly at Logan, as if trying to gauge how much to say. âThis house has a number of protections. Youâll be secure here.â
âSecure from who?â you fired back, your eyes darting between the two men. âYou all keep throwing words around like âsafeâ and âprotected,â but you wonât tell me from what!â
Logan stepped closer, his voice softening. âY/N, I know youâve got questions, and I know this ainât easy, but trust me. If I thought for a second there was a better way to keep you outta harmâs way, Iâd do it.â
You stared at him, trying to ignore the way his voiceâthe way he called you by nameâseemed to ease some of the tension in your chest. But it wasnât enough. âYou always do this,â you muttered, crossing your arms. âYou make decisions for me like Iâm some fragile little doll. Iâm not helpless, Logan.â
âI know that,â he said quickly, his gaze locking onto yours. âBut that doesnât mean Iâm gonna take chances with you.â
âYouâre unbelievable,â you muttered, shaking your head. âAnd where exactly are you going thatâs so important you canât tell me?â
Logan hesitated, his jaw tightening. He glanced at Charles, who gave him a slight nod. âWeâve gotta stop someone,â Logan finally said, his voice low. âSomeone whoâs about to make a big mistake.â
âThatâs it?â you asked, your frustration rising again. âThatâs all youâre gonna give me?â
âThatâs all you need to know right now,â Logan replied. He reached out, his hand brushing against your arm. âLook, I promise Iâll explain everything when I get back. But for now, I need you to trust me.â
You stared at him, your chest tight with a mix of anger and something softer, something you didnât want to name. âFine,â you said at last, pulling away from his touch. âBut donât expect me to be happy about it.â
Logan smirked faintly, though his eyes were serious. âWouldnât expect anything less.â
Charles cleared his throat, stepping forward. âY/N, I understand this is a lot to take in, but I assure you, this is the safest course of action for now. Hank and I will only be gone for a short while.â
âYeah,â you muttered, glancing at him briefly. âYou better be.â
Logan nodded at Charles, then turned back to you. âThereâs food in the kitchen, and plenty of space to stretch out. Donât open the doors for anyone but me or them. Got it?â
You rolled your eyes but nodded. âGot it.â
Logan hesitated for a moment, as if he wanted to say more, but then he turned and followed Charles and Hank toward the door. You watched them leave, the sound of the heavy door closing echoing in the empty mansion.
For a long moment, you stood in the middle of the entry hall, clutching your bag and trying to process everything that had just happened. Finally, you let out a heavy sigh and slung the bag over your shoulder.
âGuess Iâm on my own,â you muttered, heading deeper into the mansion to figure out how the hell you were supposed to pass the time in this massive, empty house.
---
It didnât take long for you to get bored, even in a place as massive as this. From what you gathered during your first walkthrough, this mansion had likely been a boarding school at some point. The classrooms, rows of bedrooms, and an enormous kitchen all hinted at its past. But now, it was eerily quietâlike a castle frozen in time.
You wandered aimlessly, peeking into rooms and finding nothing but empty desks, dust-covered books, and a growing sense of restlessness. The longer you roamed, the more your mind churned over Loganâs sudden departure. You didnât want to admit it, but his absence had left a voidâa nagging worry that you couldnât shake.
You sighed, stopping in front of a wide window overlooking the overgrown courtyard. What am I even doing here? you thought. Your fingers tapped against the windowpane as you chewed the inside of your cheek. Maybe you shouldâve pushed harder for answers instead of letting Logan sidestep your questionsâagain.
The faint hum of a clock ticking in the hallway was the only sound accompanying your thoughts. It wasnât enough to drown out the memories of Loganâs claws unsheathing back at the hotel or the unspoken tension in his voice when he said, âyou wonât be alone.â
âGreat,â you muttered under your breath, turning away from the window. âStuck in the middle of nowhere with nothing but cryptic warnings and empty rooms.â
You wandered back to the kitchen, hoping to find something to pass the time. The fridge was surprisingly well-stocked, and you made yourself a quick sandwich. As you ate, your gaze drifted toward the doorway, half expecting Logan to stride through it with that familiar scowl on his face.
But the doorway remained empty.
With a groan, you pushed the plate away and leaned back in the chair. âThis sucks,â you muttered.
The silence pressed against your ears as you sat there, tapping your fingers on the table. You couldnât help but think back to Loganâs expression when heâd left. There was something in his eyesâsomething heavy, like he was carrying more than just the weight of keeping you safe. He always did that, didnât he? Took on the burden for everyone else, even if it meant shutting you out.
You stood abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor. No more sitting around like a damsel in distress, you decided. If Logan was off dealing with whatever âbig mistakeâ heâd mentioned, youâd figure out how to occupy yourself in the meantime.
---
A while later, you found yourself back in one of the old classrooms. The chalkboards were dusty, and the desks were in varying states of disrepair, but it was oddly comforting in a way. You sat down at one of the desks and fiddled with a piece of chalk, drawing random lines on the board in front of you.
The quiet of the mansion felt oppressive. Every creak of the old wood or groan of the structure made your heart skip a beat. You werenât sure if it was just your imagination playing tricks on you or if there was something more sinister lurking in the silence.
You sighed, leaning back in the chair. âWhyâd you leave me here, Logan?â you muttered to yourself. The question hung in the air, unanswered, like so many others heâd dodged over the months.
As you stared at the lines youâd absentmindedly drawn, you thought back to your father. His control over your life had been suffocating, but thisârunning, hiding, fearing what might come nextâwas a different kind of prison. Logan had promised to protect you, but how could he if he wasnât here?
A sudden noise in the hallway snapped you out of your thoughts. You froze, the piece of chalk slipping from your fingers and clattering onto the desk.
âLogan?â you called out, your voice trembling slightly. There was no response.
You rose slowly from the desk, your heart pounding in your chest. The sound came againâcloser this time. It wasnât the creak of the old mansion settling. It was deliberate, like footsteps.
You moved toward the door, peeking into the hallway. It was empty, but the faint sound of movement reached your ears from somewhere deeper in the house.
âLogan?â you tried again, your voice firmer.
Still nothing.
Clutching your jacket sleeve tightly, you stepped into the hallway, your bare feet silent against the worn wooden floors. The air felt colder somehow, and the shadows seemed to stretch longer.
You made your way toward the source of the noise, your pulse quickening with every step. Part of you wanted to turn back, to lock yourself in one of the rooms and wait for Logan to return, but you couldnât shake the nagging feeling that something wasnât right.
As you rounded the corner, you saw them. Men in dark suits, their faces obscured by the dim lighting. There were at least four of them, moving methodically through the mansion as if they knew exactly where to look.
Your breath caught in your throat. They werenât here by accident.
You turned quickly, intending to retreat and find a place to hide, but it was too late. One of the men spotted you, his sharp eyes locking onto yours.
âSheâs here!â he barked, and the others turned toward you immediately.
Panic surged through your veins as you broke into a sprint, your bare feet barely making a sound against the floor. You didnât know where you were running, only that you had to get away.
âStop her!â one of them shouted, and the sound of heavy footsteps followed you.
You darted into another hallway, your mind racing. You needed a plan, a way out, but the labyrinthine mansion offered no clear escape routes.
A hand suddenly grabbed your arm, yanking you backward. You let out a startled cry, struggling against the grip.
âLet go of me!â you screamed, kicking and clawing at the man holding you.
He grimaced but held firm, dragging you toward the others. âStop fighting, or this gets messy,â he growled.
âLike hell it does,â you spat, managing to stomp on his foot hard enough to make him loosen his grip.
You broke free, stumbling forward, but another man was already there. He grabbed you by the waist, lifting you off the ground despite your thrashing.
âLet me go!â you shouted, your voice echoing through the empty halls.
âEnough!â a voice barked, and the men froze.
A figure stepped out of the shadowsâan older man with a cold, calculating expression. You recognized him immediately. One of your fatherâs men.
âMiss Y/N,â he said smoothly, his tone dripping with false politeness. âYour fatherâs been worried sick about you.â
âBullshit,â you snapped, glaring at him. âHe doesnât care about me.â
The man chuckled, a low, menacing sound. âWhether he cares or not isnât really the issue, is it? You belong to him. And heâs decided itâs time you came home.â
âOver my dead body,â you shot back, your voice defiant even as fear coiled in your chest.
The manâs smile widened, and there was something cruel in his eyes. âIf thatâs what it takes.â
You struggled harder, but the men holding you were too strong. They began dragging you toward the exit, your cries for help swallowed by the vast emptiness of the mansion.
In that moment, a horrible realization settled over you. Logan wasnât here to save you.
And this time, there was no escape.
---
The room was dim, lit by a single, flickering bulb swaying overhead. The scent of mildew clung to the air, mixing with the metallic tang of rust from the pipes along the walls. You blinked groggily, your head pounding as the events leading up to this moment replayed in your mind.
Interrogation, then murder. Thatâs how these things went. You knew it, had known it since you were a child sitting quietly at the top of the stairs, listening in on conversations you werenât supposed to hear. The Romano family didnât forgive betrayal, and neither did your father.
Your wrists ached where the rough ropes dug into them, tying you to the chair. The metal groaned beneath your weight as you tried to shift, testing the bindings. No give. You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat making it hard to breathe.
From the shadows, the men emerged one by one, their faces a mix of familiarity and dread. You recognized some from your fatherâs estateâmen who had once tipped their hats to you out of respect, now staring at you like a wolf pack eyeing its prey. Among them was Clyde Romano, his sharp suit immaculate despite the grim surroundings.
âWell, well,â Clyde drawled, adjusting his cuffs as he stepped closer. His cold eyes gleamed with a mixture of triumph and disdain. âYouâve been a busy little runaway, havenât you?â
âFuck you, Clyde,â you spat, your voice steadier than you expected.
He smirked, leaning in until you could feel his breath against your cheek. âBold words for someone in your position. But thatâs always been your problem, hasnât it? Too much mouth, not enough sense.â
One of the men chuckled darkly, and you shot him a glare sharp enough to cut.
Clyde straightened, motioning for the others to spread out. âSee, Y/N, this couldâve all been so simple. You play the good little bride, marry into the family, and keep your mouth shut. But no. You had to run. Had to embarrass your father. And me.â
âEmbarrass you?â You barked out a bitter laugh. âOh, Iâm sorry. Were your fragile little feelings hurt because I didnât want to be your trophy wife?â
Clydeâs smile faltered, his jaw tightening. He nodded toward one of his men, who stepped forward and struck you across the face. Pain exploded along your cheek, sharp and hot.
âWatch your mouth,â Clyde hissed.
You turned your head back slowly, your vision swimming. Blood trickled from the corner of your lip, but you smiled through it, defiant. âThat all youâve got?â
Clydeâs expression darkened, and he stepped closer, gripping your chin roughly. âYouâre real brave for someone who doesnât have a way out.â
Your stomach twisted at the truth of his words, but you refused to give him the satisfaction of seeing fear in your eyes. âBetter to die standing than live on my knees,â you shot back.
âYour boyfriend isnât here to save you, sweetheart,â he said casually, his tone laced with mockery. âWhat was his name? Logan?â
Your heart clenched at the sound of his name, but you kept your face blank.
âHe left you,â Clyde continued. âJust like everyone else will. Because youâre not worth the trouble.â
âThat so?â you bit out. âThen why are you here?â
He stopped, looking over his shoulder with a smirk. âTo clean up the mess you made.â
Clyde stepped back, giving a subtle nod to one of the men. The air seemed to thicken as the man pulled a knife from his belt, the blade glinting in the weak light.
Your breath hitched, but you didnât look away. If this was the end, youâd meet it head-on, with your head held high.
âAny last words?â Clyde asked, his tone almost bored.
You swallowed hard, the weight of everything pressing down on you. The memories of Loganâs rough hands holding yours, his gruff voice calling you darlinâ in that way that made your chest ache, his eyes softening in those rare moments when he let his guard down.
You thought of him nowâmiles away, caught up in something you couldnât begin to understand. If he were here, heâd fight. He always did. But this time, you were on your own.
âYeah,â you said, your voice steady despite the tears threatening to spill. âGo to hell.â
Clyde tilted his head, unimpressed. The man with the knife stepped forward, and you clenched your fists, bracing yourself for the inevitable.
The blade gleamed, catching the light one last time before it plunged toward you.
And then, there was only darkness.
---
Logan paced the bedroom; he had known something was off the second they got back. For one, you were nowhere in the mansion and your bag was sitting on the couch in the rec room.
Hank hesitantly stood by the doorframe for a few moments before speaking, âthereâs a theory in quantum physics that time is immutable.â Logan paused his pacing as Hank continued, âitâs like a riverâyou can throw a pebble into it, create a ripple, but the current always corrects itself. No matter what you do, the river just⊠keeps flowing in the same direction.â
Logan let out a small scoff, the corner of his mouth twitching upward in a fleeting smile. âThe B-theory of time.â
Hank blinked, his brows furrowing. âYouâre familiar with it?â
Logan shrugged, leaning back against the wall, his arms crossed. âYeah, Iâve heard it before. Someone once tried explaining it to meâsomething about all moments in time existing simultaneously. Past, present, future, all laid out like pages in a book.â He tilted his head, his gaze hardening. âDidnât make it sound any less screwed up.â
Hank tilted his head slightly, caught off guard. âThatâs a fairly accurate summation, Logan. Iâm⊠surprised you retained that much.â
Loganâs lips twitched again, but his eyes darkened with a tinge of something that looked like regret. âGood teacher,â he muttered, his voice low. His mind flicked back to the quiet hours spent with you in the rec room at the mansion, your voice steady as you explained the theories of time and space with the kind of patience that used to drive him insane. âGood teacher,â he repeated, softer this time.
Hank didnât press the matter, though curiosity lingered in his expression. Instead, he adjusted his glasses and continued. âRight. Well, the theory suggests that no matter how many changes we attempt to make, the timeline has a way of self-correcting. That ripple you caused? Itâll still flow back into the current, Logan. Thatâs why itâs imperative you stay focused on the larger missionâon stopping Mystique beforeââ
Logan cut him off with a sharp wave of his hand. âI know, McCoy. Believe me, I get it.â His voice was rougher now, frustration creeping into his tone. âBut I canât just stand here and do nothing. Sheâs out thereâaloneâbecause of me.â His jaw clenched, the muscles tightening like a vice. âI shouldâve stayed with her.â
âAnd then what?â Hank countered, his voice measured but firm. âThrown yourself headfirst into whatever danger awaits her without a plan? Gotten yourself killed before you even had the chance to stop Mystique? Would that have helped her, Logan? Or anyone else?â
Logan exhaled harshly, raking a hand through his hair. He hated when Hank was rightâhated it even more because staying put went against every instinct he had. Heâd lost you too many times before, and the idea of it happening again, here in this warped timeline, made his chest feel like it was caught in a vice.
âLook,â Hank said after a pause, his tone softening. âYouâre not doing herâor yourselfâany favors by acting recklessly. We need you tomorrow at the hearing. Mystiqueâs actions will set off a chain reaction if we donât intervene, and that means we need all hands on deck.â He gave Logan a pointed look, then hesitated before adding, âBesides, the Y/N I met didnât strike me as someone whoâd go down without a fight.â
Loganâs gaze snapped to Hank, sharp and unyielding. âWhatâd you say?â
Hank shifted uncomfortably. âI mean⊠she was a little out of her element, sure, but she seemed resourceful. Strong-willed. Determined. Sheâs not just going to sit around waiting to be rescued, Logan.â
Loganâs shoulders relaxed slightly at Hankâs words, though his face remained guarded. He knew youâknew that fire inside you, even in this lifetime. Youâd been through hell and still managed to crack that crooked smile, to tease him when he was too gruff for his own good. If anyone could find a way out of a bad situation, it was you.
But that didnât mean he wasnât worried sick.
âSheâs got guts,â Logan muttered, almost to himself. âToo much, sometimes.â
Hank adjusted his glasses again, watching Logan closely. âThen trust her to hold her own until we can deal with this together. Running off now would be counterproductive and, frankly, reckless.â
Logan let out a low growl of frustration, but he didnât argue further. Deep down, he knew Hank was right. If he ran out of here now, heâd jeopardize everythingânot just the mission, but the fragile thread of hope that had brought him to this point.
Still, the ache in his chest wouldnât subside. It never did, not when it came to you.
âSheâd better be okay,â he muttered, more to himself than to Hank. âOr Iâllââ His voice caught, and he shook his head. âNever mind.â
Hank didnât respond immediately. He just watched as Logan sank into the chair by the window, his gaze distant.
For now, all Logan could do was wait.
---
Logan woke up to the sun shining through green curtains as he lay on his side, clutching his pillow. He turned over to look at the holographic clock on the other side of the bed, a stack of books on the table along with a single pen.
âThe first time, ever I saw your face.â
He sat up, groggy as he looked at the familiar gold doorknob.
âI thought the sun,â Logan stood up and opened the door as a school bell rang and a kid walked out of their room. âRose in your eyes.â He saw Bobby standing against a door frame as Rogue walked out and grabbed his hand, the two of them glancing over at Logan before walking away.
Logan walked by a classroom where Kitty was at the head of the room, a hologram in her hands, âBuckminster Fuller is a great example of an architect whose ideas were very similar to those of a utopian future. He would build structures that would work with nature, versus against it.â
He looked down the hall as Beast walked past him, clad in a brown suit, âmorning, Logan. Late start,â he chuckled, as Logan watched him walk by.
Logan then walked down the stairs, seeing students converse with Storm. He continued his way down the stairs and into the open area, seeing familiar red hair leaning against the Professorâs open door.
Jean turned to look at him, âhey, Logan,â she softly called out as he glanced her way and back down the other hallways.
He saw a group of students walking huddled together before splitting apart briefly as you walked past them.
Loganâs breath hitched as you walked past the group of students, your hair catching the light streaming through the mansionâs tall windows. You didnât notice him immediately, too focused on the stack of papers in your arms and the pen tucked behind your ear. He froze in place, his heart pounding like it hadnât in yearsâdecades, even.
You glanced up just as you passed him, pausing mid-step when your eyes met his. There was warmth in your gaze, that familiar spark heâd seen so many lifetimes ago, but this time it wasnât tinged with hesitation or confusion. It was easy. Natural.
âThere you are,â you said, a small smile gracing your lips as you adjusted the papers in your arms. âI was about to come looking for you. Late morning?â
Logan stared at you for a beat too long, the sound of your voice wrapping around him like a long-lost melody. He blinked, clearing his throat and trying to push past the lump that had formed there. âYeah... guess so.â
Your smile widened, though your brow furrowed just slightly. âYou okay, Lo?â you asked softly, stepping closer.
He managed a nod, though his throat felt tight. âYeah, just... uh, still waking up, I guess.â
You tilted your head slightly, studying him in that way you always used to when something seemed off. âWell, if youâre awake enough, maybe you could help me wrangle some of the kids for class?â You gestured toward the papers in your arms. âI need to grab a few more things, and Lauraâs been trying to skip out on physics again. You didnât even budge when the alarm went off this morning, but youâre lucky Scott owed you a favor, so he covered your history classââ
You didnât get to finish your sentence when Loganâs arms wrapped around you, his hold firm but not crushing. His head burrowed into the crook of your neck, and for a moment, everything around you seemed to pause. You blinked, startled, the stack of papers in your arms wobbling precariously before you instinctively steadied them against your chest.
âLogan?â you asked softly, your voice tinged with concern and confusion. âWhatâs going on?â
He didnât answer right away. His breathing was heavy, his body tense against yours as though he was clinging to somethingâor someoneâhe thought heâd lost. The warmth of his presence, his scent of leather and pine, was familiar, but this intensity was new.
You let the silence hang for a moment, your free hand instinctively lifting to rest on his shoulder. âLo,â you tried again, your tone softer now, laced with the kind of patience that only years together had nurtured. âTalk to me.â
Logan pulled back slightly, just enough to look at you, but his hands remained firm on your waist. His eyes were wild, scanning your face like he was searching for proof that you were real. For a fleeting second, you caught something raw in his expressionâsomething vulnerable.
âYouâre here,â he muttered, almost to himself. His voice was hoarse, as though he hadnât spoken in days. âYouâre⊠really here.â
Your brows knitted together as you tilted your head, trying to piece together what could have possibly spurred this reaction. âOf course Iâm here,â you said with a small, hesitant laugh, your hand sliding from his shoulder to his cheek. âWhere else would I be?â
Before Logan could respond, the unmistakable sound of small, hurried footsteps echoed down the hall. A high-pitched voice followed, cutting through the moment like a pebble skipping across still water.
âDaddy!â
Logan froze. His hands fell away from your waist as a little girl with dark hair barreled toward the two of you, her pigtails bouncing with each step. She clung to Loganâs leg without hesitation, looking up at him with the wide, innocent eyes of someone who knew no fear or doubt.
Gabby.
The name surfaced in Loganâs mind like a fragment from a dream, though it came with no contextâno memories to anchor it. He stared down at the child, his breath catching as she grinned up at him.
âDaddy, I found you!â she declared triumphantly, like it was a great accomplishment. âLaura said you were being slow again.â
You chuckled softly, crouching down to ruffle Gabbyâs hair. âWhat did we say about calling your dad slow?â you teased gently, though there was no real reprimand in your tone.
Gabby giggled, leaning into your touch. âOnly when itâs funny?â
âExactly,â you replied with a smirk before standing again and glancing at Logan, who still hadnât moved or spoken. âLo, you okay?â you asked again, your concern deepening.
Loganâs gaze flicked between you and Gabby, his chest tightening. The ring on your finger caught the light as you moved, and for the first time, he noticed itâthe familiar band of gold heâd carried for over a century.
His heart stuttered. Youâre wearing it.
âLogan?â you pressed, stepping closer again. Gabby, still holding onto his leg, tilted her head in confusion.
Logan swallowed hard, forcing himself to push past the whirlwind in his mind. âYeah,â he rasped, his voice strained but steady enough. âIâm fine.â
You didnât look convinced, but you didnât push him. Instead, you nodded toward the stack of papers in your arms. âYou sure? Because if youâre about to have an existential crisis, I need you to hold off until after you help me track down Laura. Deal?â
Logan blinked, your teasing tone pulling him out of his daze. He managed a weak chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck. âYeah. Deal.â
Gabby tugged at his pant leg, her face scrunched in determination. âDaddy, can we get pancakes after? Laura said sheâd eat ten, but I bet I could eat twelve.â
You snorted softly, looking between Gabby and Logan with an amused smile. âYouâre not actually gonna let her eat twelve pancakes, are you?â
Loganâs lips twitched, but the smile didnât quite reach his eyes. âWeâll see,â he said gruffly, his mind still miles away as he tried to make sense of everything.
You gave him another look, your brows furrowing slightly, but you let it go for now. âCome on,â you said, shifting the papers in your arms. âLetâs get this day started.â
As you turned to lead Gabby toward the stairs, Logan lingered for a moment, his eyes fixed on the gold band on your finger. His thoughts churned, the weight of the moment pressing down on him like a heavy fog.
He needed answers. And he knew exactly who to talk to.
---
Logan pushed open the door to Charlesâs office without knocking, his usual roughness softened just enough by the turmoil bubbling beneath his skin. Charles, sitting calmly at his desk with his hands folded, looked up with a raised brow.
âLogan,â Charles greeted, his tone patient but curious. âI wasnât expecting you so early. Is everything alright?â
Logan stepped inside, closing the door behind him before glancing over his shoulder. He needed to make sure you hadnât followed. When he was satisfied, he turned back to Charles, his jaw tightening.
âNo,â Logan said simply. âWe need to talk. Now.â
Charlesâs brow furrowed, and he gestured to the chair in front of him. âPlease, sit. Tell me whatâs troubling you.â
Logan ignored the chair, pacing instead. âI woke up this morning, and Iââ He dragged a hand down his face, struggling to find the words. âChuck, I ainât supposed to be here. This⊠this timeline, it ainât mine.â
Charlesâs expression shifted, his calm demeanor replaced with something more serious. âI see,â he said carefully. âGo on.â
âYou remember what Kitty did,â Logan said, stopping to lean on the edge of the desk. âSending my mind back to â73, to fix everything. To stop the Sentinels.â
âYes,â Charles replied, his voice steady. âAnd you succeeded, Logan. The world youâre in now is a result of that success.â
Loganâs laugh was bitter, shaking his head. âThen why the hell donât I remember it, huh? Why do I remember⊠all of it? The Sentinels. The Phoenix. Y/Nââ His voice cracked, and he looked away, his fists clenching. âShe died, Chuck. In my timeline, she died. Jean, too. All of you.â
Charles regarded him quietly, his hands still folded. âLogan, the mind is a complicated thing. Itâs possible that in the process of returning you to this point in time, fragments of your original timeline have remained intact.â
âFragments?â Logan scoffed, pushing off the desk to pace again. âChuck, this ainât fragments. I remember it all. I remember her dying six times, dammit. I remember the look on her face when sheââ He stopped himself, his breathing ragged.
Charlesâs expression softened. âLogan, this is your life now. Whatever timeline you came from, whatever you remember, itâs in the past. This is your reality now. Y/N is alive. Jean is alive. You have a family, a home.â
Loganâs hands curled into fists at his sides. âYeah, but it ainât mine. This ringââ He held up his own hand with his own ring, the band of gold catching the light. âI didnât put it on her finger, Chuck. Some other version of me did. And I donât know how to be him.â
Charles leaned forward slightly, his voice gentle but firm. âThen perhaps itâs time you learned. For her. For your family.â
Logan stared at him, his chest tight. He wanted to argue, to push back, but the truth of Charlesâs words settled heavy in his gut. Heâd fought so hard to change the future, to make sure you and everyone else had a chance at a better life. Now that it was here, he didnât know how to live in it.
He rubbed a hand over his face, exhaling shakily. âWhat do I do, Chuck?â
Charles smiled faintly. âYou take it one day at a time, Logan. And you start by going back to her.â
---
You stood in the Professorâs office, your arms crossed, the faint cherry gloss on your lips catching the sunlight through the large windows. You tilted your head slightly, studying Logan as he leaned against the desk, his expression unreadable but tense.
âSoâŠâ you began, your voice soft but steady, âyouâre from a different timeline? One where none of this happened?â
Logan exhaled heavily, running a hand through his unruly hair. âYeah, sweetheart. Thatâs about the size of it.â
Your gaze flicked between him and Charles, who sat calmly behind his desk, his hands folded in front of him. âAnd in that timelineâŠâ you hesitated, your voice faltering slightly. âWhat happened to me?â
Loganâs jaw tightened, his eyes briefly darting away from yours before he forced himself to meet your gaze. The weight of his memories hung between you, unspoken but palpable.
âYou didnât make it,â he admitted, his voice low and gravelly.
The room felt colder, the air heavier as his words settled over you. You shifted slightly, gripping your own arms as if to steady yourself.
âBut not this time,â Charles interjected gently, his calm voice breaking the silence. âThis timeline is different, Y/N. You survived, as did many others who didnât in Loganâs original timeline.â
You turned to Charles, your brow furrowing. âHow? How is that even possible? Timelines arenât just malleableââ
âThey are when someone like Kitty Pryde is involved,â Charles replied, his tone steady but kind. âLogan changed the future, which altered the past. But it seems his mind retained the memories of his original timeline when he was brought back.â
You looked at Logan, your head spinning as you tried to wrap your mind around what they were telling you. âSo⊠youâre saying that everything I rememberâall the years weâve been together, raising Gabby and Lauraâtheyâre real, but to you, theyâreâŠâ
âNew,â Logan finished for you. He pushed off the desk, his hands going to his hips as he paced the room. âTo me, darlinâ, thisââ he gestured vaguely at the mansion around him, ââthis is all brand new. The last thing I remember before waking up this morning was beinâ in 1973, tryinâ to stop Mystique from killinâ Trask.â
Your lips parted, but no words came out. The Logan standing before you was so familiar, yet so⊠not. He was the same man youâd spent decades with, and yet he wasnât.
âYouâre still you,â you said finally, your voice barely above a whisper.
Logan stopped pacing, turning to look at you. His gaze softened slightly, the hard edges of his frustration melting away. âYeah,â he said gruffly. âStill me.â
âBut you donât remember Gabby or Laura,â you said, a pang of sadness creeping into your voice. âYou donât remember us.â
Loganâs expression twisted with guilt. âNo, sweetheart,â he admitted. âNot the way I should. But Iâm tryinâ. I swear to you, Iâm gonna figure this out.â
You stepped closer to him, your glasses sliding slightly down your nose as you looked up into his eyes. âYouâre not alone in this, Logan,â you said softly. âWeâll figure it out together.â
He stared at you, his throat tightening at the unwavering trust in your eyes. Slowly, he reached out, his large hand brushing against yours before taking it fully. âThanks, darlinâ,â he murmured, his voice rough but sincere.
Charles cleared his throat gently, drawing your attention. âThe bond you two share has persisted across lifetimes,â he said. âIt is not surprising that it remains strong, even now.â
You glanced back at Logan, your fingers still entwined with his. âI guess itâs just one more thing weâve survived together,â you said with a faint smile.
Loganâs lips quirked upward, just barely. âYeah,â he said. âGuess so.â
But as the three of you stood there, Logan couldnât shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of a much bigger challenge. For now, though, he let himself hold onto your hand, grounding himself in the one constant heâd always known: you.
---
Laura stared across the table at Logan, her sharp eyes taking in every detail of his face as if she were trying to find something different, something off. Meanwhile, Gabbyâs bright voice filled the dining room.
âAnd then, they just grow back their limbs! Like, if an axolotl loses a leg or even its tail, itâs all, poof! Fixed!â Gabby made an exaggerated explosion motion with her hands, her fork clattering against her plate. âIsnât that cool, Daddy?â
Logan blinked, dragging himself out of his thoughts. âUh, yeah, kid. Real cool.â His voice was gruff but softer than usual as he glanced at her. Gabby beamed, apparently satisfied with his half-hearted response, and took another bite of her pancake.
âDad doesnât even know what an axolotl is,â Laura said flatly, her gaze never leaving him.
Gabby gasped, scandalized. âLaura! Of course he does! Heâs Daddy! He knows everything!â
Logan scratched the back of his neck, an awkward chuckle slipping out. âWell, I wouldnât say everythingâŠâ
Laura narrowed her eyes slightly, leaning back in her chair. âYouâre acting weird.â
âLaura,â you said gently, walking into the room with a cup of coffee in hand. You leaned against the doorway, your glasses slipping down your nose just a touch as you looked at your daughter. âBe nice.â
âSheâs not wrong,â Logan muttered under his breath, but you caught it and shot him a warning look.
Laura crossed her arms, clearly unimpressed. âHe didnât even laugh at Gabbyâs joke about Momâs coffee yesterday. Thatâs how you know somethingâs wrong.â
You hid your smile behind your mug. âTo be fair, it wasnât a great joke, Gabby.â
âIt was hilarious!â Gabby protested, slapping her hands on the table for emphasis.
âSure, sweetie,â you said with a chuckle, walking over to Logan. Your hand found his shoulder as you leaned down slightly. âWhy donât you two finish breakfast? Weâll be right back.â
Logan shot you a look but didnât argue as you guided him out of the room, your hand lingering on his arm for a moment before you let go. You didnât stop until you were in the hallway, far enough from the dining room that the girls couldnât hear you.
âYouâre gonna have to stop looking like a deer in headlights every time Gabby says something,â you said quietly, your tone soft but firm. âSheâs going to figure it out if you keep that up.â
Logan let out a long sigh, leaning against the wall. âIâm tryinâ, sweetheart. Itâs justâŠâ He trailed off, running a hand through his hair.
âOverwhelming?â you finished for him.
âYeah. That.â He rubbed the back of his neck, his eyes meeting yours. âI donât know how to do this. Any of this. I donât remember gettinâ married or havinâ kids. And now, Iâve got a eleven-year-old givinâ me the third degree and a five-year-old who thinks I hung the moon.â
âTheyâre your daughters, Logan,â you said softly. âAnd they adore you. Just⊠be yourself. Youâve always been a good dad to them. That hasnât changed.â
Logan looked at you, his expression a mixture of uncertainty and determination. âAnd you?â
âWhat about me?â you asked, tilting your head slightly.
âHow do I do right by you?â His voice was low, the vulnerability in it catching you off guard.
You stepped closer, your hand brushing his. âYouâre already doinâ it,â you said, your voice barely above a whisper. âWeâll figure this out together. Just like we always do.â
He let out a low huff, leaning his side against the wall, âwell, if I have to hear one more word about an axolotl and their gills, I might lose it.â
You leaned into the wall, mimicking Loganâs stance, your lips twitching upward as you adjusted your glasses. âActually, axolotls have both gills and lungs, so they can breathe underwater and directly from the air. But they rely on their gills more than their lungs because theyâre primarily aquatic. Oh, and their gills are those frilly things you see sticking out of their necksâexternal gills, which are super rare in vertebratesâŠâ
Loganâs eyebrows rose slowly, and a wry grin began to tug at the corner of his mouth as your words spilled out faster than you seemed to realize.
âAnd did you know,â you continued, your voice picking up slightly as you adjusted your glasses again, âthey stay in a juvenile state their whole lives? Itâs called neoteny, andââ
Logan finally let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. âAlright, darlinâ, I get it. Youâre where Gabby gets it from.â
You paused mid-ramble, your brow furrowing as you looked up at him. âGets what?â
âThe whole talk a mile a minute about stuff that makes the rest of us feel like idiots thing,â he teased, his tone gruff but warm. âShe starts goinâ on about somethinâ, anâ itâs like watchinâ a little tornado of facts. Now I know where she gets it.â
Your cheeks flushed slightly, a mix of amusement and bashfulness flashing across your face. âI donât talk that much.â
Logan arched a brow, his grin widening just a touch. âSure, sweetheart. Keep tellinâ yourself that.â
You huffed, pushing lightly against his chest with the back of your hand, though your lips tugged into a reluctant smile. âYouâre impossible.â
âYeah, but youâre still stuck with me,â he teased, his tone laced with an unexpected softness.
For a moment, you both stood there in the hallway, the din of breakfast chatter echoing faintly behind the door. Loganâs eyes lingered on you, the faint cherry gloss on your lips catching his attention again as sunlight streamed in through the nearby window.
âI really mean it, darlinâ,â Logan said after a beat, his voice dipping into something deeper. âYouâve got no idea how much I appreciate you holdinâ this together. All thisâŠâ He gestured vaguely, his expression faltering for a second. âItâs a lot to take in.â
Your smile softened, and you reached for his hand instinctively. âWeâve been through worse, Logan. Together. We always find a way.â
Loganâs gaze dropped to your intertwined hands, the touch grounding him. âYeah,â he murmured. âAlways.â
Before the moment could settle further, Scott and Jean walked past the two of you, entering the kitchen. You grabbed Loganâs hand, âcâmon, I want you to see somethinâ.â
You pulled Logan to the doorway of the kitchen, motioning for him to stay quiet. His brow furrowed, but he didnât resist as he leaned slightly into the frame beside you, peeking into the room. Scott was at the counter, pouring himself a fresh cup of coffee, while Jean stood nearby, polishing an apple against her sleeve.
âWhy are we standinâ here likeââ Logan began, but you held up a finger to shush him.
âWait for it,â you murmured, a mischievous glint in your eyes.
From behind the island, Gabby and Laura crouched in near-perfect silence. Gabbyâs face was alight with glee as Laura whispered instructions, holding a small device that looked suspiciously like something Jones might have helped them cobble together.
Logan squinted. âWhat the hell are theyââ
âShh!â you hissed, suppressing a grin as Laura pressed a button on the device.
The coffee maker on the counter suddenly sputtered and hissed, steam pouring out in dramatic bursts as it began to shake. Scott froze mid-sip, frowning at the machine.
âWhat theââ Scott leaned in cautiously, placing his mug down.
With a loud pop, a stream of glitter shot out from the coffee maker, spraying directly onto Scottâs chest and face. His entire upper body sparkled in gold and silver flecks as he stumbled back, coughing in surprise.
Gabby popped up from behind the counter, arms thrown in the air triumphantly. âSuccess!â
Laura stood beside her, a small, satisfied smirk tugging at her lips. âGlitter bomb: 100% effective.â
Logan stared, wide-eyed, as Scott wiped at his face in a futile attempt to rid himself of the glitter. âGirls,â Scott said, his voice low and measured in a tone that suggested he was summoning all of his patience, âwhat did I say about tamperinâ with the coffee maker?â
Gabby, undeterred, pointed at him dramatically. âYou said donât do it. But you never said we couldnât improve it.â
Jean bit into her apple, turning slightly away to hide her laughter behind a hand.
âYou let them do this?â Scott asked, glaring at her.
âI let them? Scott, theyâre your nieces,â Jean said smoothly, not bothering to hide the amusement in her tone.
âTheyâre your nieces too!â Scott protested, but Jean just shrugged, taking another bite of her apple.
Logan let out a low chuckle beside you, shaking his head. âTheyâre somethinâ else.â
You grinned, nudging him lightly with your elbow. âTheyâre just like you.â
Logan raised an eyebrow, leaning closer. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âOh, you know exactly what it means,â you teased. âYouâre as much of a troublemaker as they are. Donât think I havenât seen the pranks youâve pulled.â
âPranks? Me?â Loganâs expression feigned innocence, though the corner of his mouth twitched in amusement. âSweetheart, I donât know what youâre talkinâ about.â
âRight,â you drawled, clearly unconvinced. âYouâve just coincidentally passed on all your mischief genes to Laura and Gabby?â
Logan let out a soft laugh, his gaze flicking back to the kitchen where Gabby was now dancing around Scott, singing, âUncle Scott is the glitter king!â at the top of her lungs.
Laura crossed her arms, clearly pleased with her handiwork. âDonât worry. Itâs biodegradable glitter,â she said in a tone that suggested she didnât actually care about Scottâs glitter predicament but wanted to seem magnanimous.
Scott groaned, his voice rising in frustration. âYou two better clean this up. And my shirt. And myââ He gestured vaguely at his glitter-covered face.
Gabby giggled. âSure, Uncle Scott. Right after breakfast.â
Scott turned to Jean for backup, but she just shrugged again. âYouâll be fine, Scott. Youâve been through worse.â
âNot worse than this,â Scott muttered darkly, picking at a gold fleck on his visor.
You stifled another laugh as Logan crossed his arms, watching the scene unfold with an almost paternal fondness. âThey really only prank Summers?â
You nodded, grinning. âEvery time. Jeanâs always off-limits, but Scott? Fair game. Laura says it builds his character.â
Logan shook his head, still smiling. âKidâs got my sense of humor, all right.â
âSee?â you said, leaning closer to him. âTheyâre just like you.â
Logan glanced down at you, his expression softening as his gaze lingered. âGuess Iâve got a lot to live up to, huh?â
âYou already do,â you said quietly, your hand brushing against his. âMore than you know.â
Before Logan could respond, Gabbyâs excited voice interrupted. âMommy! Daddy! Did you see? Uncle Scottâs a walking disco ball!â
You turned just as Gabby bolted toward you both, her small arms outstretched. Logan instinctively crouched to catch her as she launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
âDid you like it, Daddy?â Gabby asked, her face bright with anticipation.
Logan hesitated, his arms tightening slightly around her as he glanced at you for guidance. You smiled, nodding almost imperceptibly.
âYeah, kid,â Logan said finally, his voice gruff but warm. âYou got him good.â
Gabby beamed, hugging him tighter before pulling back to look at him. âLaura says we should do water balloons next time. But I think paint bombs would be cooler.â
Logan chuckled, standing with her still in his arms. âLetâs not get ahead of ourselves, Gabby.â
Gabby laughed, leaning her head against his shoulder. You watched the two of them, your chest tightening at the sight of Logan holding her so naturally, even if his memories of her werenât there yet.
Logan caught your eye, his expression unreadable but intense, as if he were trying to piece together the life he couldnât remember but was already a part of.
For now, you just smiled, stepping closer to place a hand on his arm. âCome on,â you said softly. âLetâs get back in there before Scott recruits you to clean up his glitter.â
Logan let out a low chuckle, his grip on Gabby firm as he followed you back into the kitchen, the warmth of the moment settling around the three of you like a quiet promise.
---
Jean sighed and stepped away, her hands falling from Loganâs temples as she crossed her arms. âIâm sorry, Logan. Thereâs not much else I can do.â
Logan remained seated, his elbows resting on his knees as his hands clenched together. âSo, thatâs it? Nothinâ? Not even a flicker?â
Jeanâs expression softened, but there was a hint of frustration in her voice, more directed at herself than him. âYouâve got a wall in your mind, Logan. One I canât break through without risking your memories now. If I push too hard, I could do more harm than good.â
He let out a low growl, the sound rumbling in his chest. âFeels like Iâm livinâ someone elseâs life. Like it ainât mine.â
âYou are living your life,â Jean insisted gently. âThis is you. Youâre just missing⊠the journey that got you here.â
Logan ran a hand down his face, leaning back in the chair. His gaze drifted to the floor, but his thoughts were miles away. He could feel the weight of everythingâthe ring on your hand, the way Gabby called him âdaddy,â Lauraâs quiet smirk when she saw him, the way you looked at him with such love and familiarity. It wasnât foreign; it was right. But it was also wrong because he didnât remember any of it.
Jean knelt beside him, her voice quieter now. âYouâve built something beautiful here, Logan. Something you fought for, even if you canât remember how. Maybe instead of chasing whatâs missing, you should try to live in whatâs here.â
Loganâs jaw tightened, his mind battling with itself. Before he could respond, a voice broke the heavy silence.
âLogan?â Your voice was soft but steady from the doorway.
His head snapped up, and for a moment, the tension in his shoulders eased. âHey, darlinâ.â
Jean rose, excusing herself with a subtle nod toward you. As she passed, she gave your arm a gentle squeeze, her own way of offering support, before disappearing down the hall.
You stepped inside, watching Logan closely as you approached. âHow are you feeling?â
âLike my headâs been through the ringer,â he muttered, trying to muster a smirk but failing. âJean couldnât find much.â
You perched on the arm of the chair, your hand instinctively reaching for his shoulder. âItâs okay,â you said softly, your thumb tracing small circles over his flannel. âYou donât have to remember everything all at once.â
He let out a dry laugh, shaking his head. âThatâs just it. I donât remember any of itâmarryinâ you, findinâ Laura, havinâ Gabby. None of itâs mine.â
Your heart ached at the rawness in his voice, but you squeezed his shoulder gently. âIt is yours. Maybe not in the way you think, but itâs yours, Logan. Weâre yours.â
He looked up at you then, his eyes darker, clouded with something you couldnât quite name. âYouâre takinâ this awful well.â
You smiled faintly, brushing a stray curl away from his forehead. âI told you when we got married, remember? That no matter what happens, Iâm not going anywhere.â
âDonât remember that, either,â he admitted gruffly, though there was a flicker of warmth in his voice.
âWell,â you teased lightly, trying to ease the tension, âlucky for you, I do.â
Loganâs hand came up, his fingers brushing against yours where they rested on his shoulder. He didnât say anything, but the weight of his grip spoke volumes.
You brought him into your side, his head resting below your collarbone on your chest, and a small, bittersweet smile crept onto your lips. âItâs kinda ironic if you think about it.â
Loganâs voice was muffled against you, but there was a familiar gruffness to it. âWhat is?â
âThis,â you said softly, one hand brushing through his hair while the other traced idle circles on his shoulder. âYou remember all those lives I donât, and now weâre here, and Iâm the one who remembers⊠but you donât.â
Logan let out a humorless chuckle, his arms tightening around your waist. âYeah, darlinâ, real funny.â
âIronic,â you corrected, the corner of your mouth twitching upward, though the ache in your chest lingered. âNot funny.â
Logan exhaled deeply, his breath warm against your collarbone. âGuess I deserve that, huh? All those times, I remembered you, and now youâre stuck rememberinâ for me.â
You stilled your hand for a moment, then leaned back just enough to make him look at you. His eyes were darker than usual, shadowed with frustration and something deeper you couldnât name. âYou donât deserve this, Logan,â you said firmly. âDonât ever think that.â
He searched your face, his jaw tightening as he swallowed hard. âFeels like I do,â he murmured. âEvery time Iâve lost you⊠itâs been my fault somehow. Every damn time. And nowââ He cut himself off, shaking his head as though trying to dislodge the thought.
âAnd now,â you said, finishing for him, âyou havenât lost me.â
Loganâs gaze softened, his thumb brushing unconsciously over the fabric of your shirt where his hand rested on your waist. âNot yet.â
âNot at all,â you said, your voice steady. âYouâve got me, Logan. Iâm right here.â
His lips twitched, but the smile didnât quite reach his eyes. âFor now.â
You sighed, cupping his cheek and guiding his gaze back to yours when it started to drift. âLogan. Stop. Weâve been married for nearly twenty years. I know this is⊠a lot. Itâs a lot for me, too. But you donât have to figure it all out today, or tomorrow, or even next week.â
He huffed a small laugh, his hand moving to rest over yours. âYou always this patient?â
âOnly with you,â you teased gently, though the warmth in your voice was genuine. âSo donât make me regret it.â
âWouldnât dream of it,â he said, and for a moment, his smirk was almost real.
You smiled back, letting the silence settle for a few beats before Loganâs arms tightened around you again, pulling you closer. His head rested against your chest, his body warm and solid against yours, and for a moment, you just held him.
---
Footsteps thundered across the broken ground, and then he was there. Logan dropped to his knees beside you, his hands immediately reaching for you, shaking you gently but urgently. âSweetheart, no, noâopen your eyes,â he pleaded, his voice cracking as his hands moved from your face to your shoulders, searching for signs of life.
Your body was limp in his arms, your chest still, your face losing color.
Loganâs breaths came in short, harsh gasps as he pulled you against him, cradling you like you might slip away entirely if he let go. âY/N,â he whispered, the single word a broken prayer, an unbearable weight of grief choking him. His hands shook as they smoothed over your hair, as though trying to coax you back to him with touch alone.
He didnât notice Ororo land nearby, didnât register her sharp intake of breath as she took in the scene. Her hand came up to her mouth, her eyes wide with horror, but she didnât approach. Behind her, Bobby and Kitty stood frozen, their expressions stricken, but they too stayed back. Even Peter, with his usual strength and calm, had no words.
Logan didnât care that they were there. Didnât care about anything except the motionless weight in his arms. He rocked you slightly, his forehead pressing against yours as his ragged breaths turned into choked sobs. âYou werenât supposed toâdamn it, you werenât supposed to do this,â he growled, his voice breaking as he fought against the tears burning in his eyes. âNot this time. Not again.â
Logan pressed his lips to your forehead, his hands shaking as they cupped your face. âCome on, darlinâ,â he whispered, his voice soft and cracked. âYouâre stronger than this. Youâre too stubborn to leave me. Justâjust come back.â
The others stood frozen, unable to move, unable to interrupt the devastating scene unfolding before them. Ororoâs hand clutched her chest, tears streaking down her face as she turned away, giving Logan what little privacy she could in this moment of unbearable pain.
But Logan didnât notice. He couldnât notice. His world had narrowed to youâthe unbearable stillness of your body, the haunting silence that surrounded you now.
He didnât let go, even as the destruction around them finally began to settle, the last vestiges of Jeanâs power fading into nothingness. His arms tightened around you, his forehead pressing to yours again as he whispered brokenly, âIâm sorry. I couldnât save you. Iâm so damn sorry.â
Time seemed to stand still in the worst possible way. For the first time in his long, painful life, Logan felt completely and utterly powerless. The ring heâd carried for over a century burned like a brand against his chest, a cruel reminder of all the promises heâd never been able to keep.
Logan buried his face against your neck, his voice raw as he whispered, âI was gonna tell you. About the ring. About everything. Youâyou deserved to know.â His thumb brushed over your cheek, as if he could will the life back into you.
He pulled back, his tear-streaked face contorted in anguish as he gazed down at you. âI love you,â he said, his voice breaking on every syllable. âIâve loved you through every lifetime, and Iâll love you in the next one, too. But please, sweetheart, donât make me wait again. Not this time. Please.â
His hands trembled as he touched your cheek again, his thumb brushing over your skin like it might bring you back. âI love you,â he repeated, his voice hoarse. âIâll always love you.â
But you didnât move. Your chest didnât rise. You were gone.
Loganâs breath hitched as he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your foreheadâone last desperate, lingering moment of tenderness. When he pulled back, his gaze swept over your still features, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and devastation.
Behind him, Ororo, Bobby, Kitty, and Peter stood at a distance, their faces drawn with grief. None of them moved to intervene. They knew better than to intrude on this moment, on Loganâs anguish.
The air felt impossibly heavy as Logan shifted, gathering your lifeless form into his arms. His movements were slow, deliberate, as though handling something too precious to break further. He cradled you close, his head bowing as he let out a shuddering breath. The others watched as he rose to his feet, every muscle in his body screaming in protest, though he showed no sign of it.
âLoganâŠâ Ororo began softly, stepping forward.
He didnât acknowledge her. His eyes were locked on you, his focus unwavering. Without a word, he turned away, carrying you toward the bridge. There was no Blackbird to take them homeâJeanâs power had obliterated it along with so much elseâbut Logan didnât seem to care about the logistics. His only concern was you.
---
Logan jerked awake, gasping, his body tense and drenched in cold sweat. The dim light of the bedroom barely illuminated his surroundings, but he didnât need it to know where he was. The warmth beside him, the faint scent of your cherry lip gloss lingering in the airâthose were enough to remind him. This was 2023. You were alive.
He turned his head to look at you, his breathing still uneven. You were curled on your side, your glasses resting on the nightstand, your hand loosely clutching the blanket. Peaceful. Alive.
âLogan?â your voice, soft and drowsy, broke the silence. You stirred, sensing his distress even in your half-asleep state. âWhatâs wrong?â
He swallowed hard, running a hand down his face. âNothinâ, sweetheart,â he murmured, his voice rough and unconvincing. âGo back to sleep.â
But you sat up anyway, your hair slightly mussed, your gaze focusing on him even without your glasses. âYou had another nightmare, didnât you?â You reached out, placing a gentle hand on his arm. âWas it⊠bad?â
Logan closed his eyes, exhaling shakily. He wanted to lie, to brush it off and tell you he was fine, but the weight of the memory still clung to him like a shadow he couldnât shake. âYeah,â he admitted finally, his voice barely above a whisper.
Without hesitation, you slid closer to him, wrapping your arms around his torso. âItâs okay,â you murmured, resting your head against his shoulder. âIâm here.â
His body stiffened at first, the vulnerability of the moment making his instincts scream to pull away, but then he let out a shaky breath and folded you into his arms. The solid warmth of you against himâthe weight of your presenceâwas like a lifeline, anchoring him back to the present.
âI dreamed about⊠losinâ you,â he said after a long moment, his voice low and raw. âItâit was like I could feel it happeninâ all over again.â
Your heart ached at the pain in his tone, but you didnât pull back. Instead, you tightened your hold on him, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. âYou didnât lose me,â you whispered. âIâm right here, Logan.â
His arms tightened around you as though he needed to remind himself you were real. After a few moments, he pulled back just enough to look at you, his eyes searching your face like he was memorizing every detail. His hands came up to frame your face, his thumbs brushing over your cheeks.
âI gotta hold you,â he said, his voice gruff but almost pleading. âJust let meââ His words faltered, and he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was desperate yet tender, like he was pouring all the fear and love in his heart into the connection.
You kissed him back without hesitation, your hands resting on his chest. But when he pulled back only to kiss you againâthis time slower, deeperâyou pulled away slightly, just enough to catch your breath. âLogan,â you murmured, your voice gentle, âare you sure youâre okay?â
His forehead rested against yours, his breath warm against your lips. âJust lemme kiss you, please,â he said softly, his voice almost breaking. âNeed to feel you. Need to know youâre here.â
Tears pricked the corners of your eyes, but you nodded, your hands sliding up to cup his face. âIâm here,â you whispered, pressing your lips to his again, reassuring him with every touch that you werenât going anywhere.
Time seemed to stop as you stayed like that, locked in the quiet intimacy of the moment. His hands moved to your waist, holding you securely, while yours stayed on his face, grounding him. Eventually, you pulled back, your noses brushing, your breaths mingling.
âYou wanna talk about it?â you asked softly, your fingers tracing soothing patterns along his jawline.
Logan hesitated, his eyes flickering with something raw and unspoken. âNot yet,â he admitted, his voice thick. âJust⊠donât leave me tonight, darlinâ.â
You shook your head, offering him a soft smile despite the emotion welling in your chest. âIâm not going anywhere,â you promised, wrapping your arms around him again.
---
The Blackbird hummed steadily, the low vibration underscoring the tense silence among the team. You glanced toward Logan, his expression hard and unreadable as he stared out the small window. He hadnât said much since takeoff, and you didnât push him. Instead, youâd focused on Jean, who was reviewing the mission details, and Scott, whoâd been unusually quiet.
âI can handle this,â Logan had said when you vouched for him earlier. You hadnât doubted him then, and you didnât now. But Scottâs skepticism hung heavy in the cabin, evident in every glance he shot Loganâs way.
You let out a soft breath and shifted in your seat, nudging Loganâs arm with your elbow. âHey,â you said quietly, leaning in. âYou good?â
Logan turned his head, his eyes meeting yours for a moment. He nodded, though his jaw stayed tight. âYeah, sweetheart. Iâm fine.â
You didnât buy it, but you let it go. For now.
Scottâs voice cut through the tension. âWeâre approaching the drop zone. Everyone stay sharp. This should be quick, but letâs not get sloppy.â
âSloppy?â Logan muttered under his breath. âWe donât do sloppy.â
Scott shot him a look from the cockpit but didnât respond, and you bit back a small smile despite the nerves fluttering in your chest.
---
The mission was supposed to be simple. Extract intel, neutralize threats, and get out. But as usual, things didnât go as planned.
The team moved as a unit through the labyrinthine corridors of the facility, the dim lighting casting long shadows that danced with every flicker of movement. Logan was at the front, claws out, his senses leading the way. You stayed close, your focus split between him and the others.
âJean, you got eyes on the server room?â Scottâs voice crackled through the comms.
âAbout twenty meters ahead,â Jean replied, her voice calm despite the rising tension.
Loganâs claws retracted with a snikt as he held up a hand, signaling everyone to stop. His nose twitched, and his head tilted slightly. âSomethingâs off,â he murmured, his voice low.
Before anyone could ask what, the ground beneath your feet rumbled, and the corridor ahead exploded in a burst of heat and light. You stumbled back, shielding your face, as alarms blared throughout the facility.
âDamn it!â Scott barked. âItâs a trap!â
Logan was already moving, his claws gleaming as he launched himself toward the first wave of attackers. âGet to the server room!â he shouted over his shoulder. âIâll clear the way!â
âLogan, waitââ But he was gone, a blur of fury and precision as he tore through the enemy.
You exchanged a quick glance with Jean and Ororo before taking off in the opposite direction with them. The mission had gone sideways, but there was no time to panic. Focus was key.
---
You werenât sure how long it had beenâminutes? Hours? The battle had stretched into chaos, and every step felt like a fight to stay alive. You found yourself separated from the others, the air thick with smoke and the metallic tang of blood.
Your powers buzzed beneath your skin, a familiar warning. Youâd been careful not to overuse them, knowing the toll it took, but the situation left you little choice. Cornered by a group of heavily armed soldiers, you raised your hands, time itself seeming to shudder as you concentrated.
The soldiers froze mid-step, their weapons hanging suspended in the air. Sweat beaded on your forehead as you pushed harder, distorting the flow of time around you. The strain was immediate, your body protesting as you manipulated the anomaly.
âY/N!â Loganâs voice cut through the haze, rough and urgent. He appeared out of the smoke, his claws dripping red. His eyes widened when he saw you, the flickering distortion around you making it clear you were at your limit.
âIâm fine,â you said, though your voice was strained. âGo help the others.â
âLike hell,â Logan growled, rushing to your side. His hand gripped your arm firmly but gently. âStop this. Youâre gonna tear yourself apart.â
âI can handle it,â you insisted, though your knees buckled slightly under the weight of your own power.
Logan didnât argue. Instead, he scooped you up with a gentleness that belied his strength, cradling you against his chest. The anomaly wavered, then shattered, the soldiers collapsing as time resumed. But the damage was done.
As the world around you stabilized, you felt a strange, disorienting pull in your mindâlike something had snapped and splintered all at once.
Logan froze mid-step, a strangled noise escaping his throat. His grip on you tightened as his body went rigid, his breathing shallow and erratic.
âLogan?â you murmured, your voice weak. âWhatâs wrong?â
He didnât answer. Couldnât. His eyes darted wildly as memories surged through his mindâmemories that didnât belong to the man heâd been moments ago.
A wedding. Your smile, brighter than the sun, as you held his hands. The weight of the gold ring heâd finally placed on your finger after lifetimes of waiting.
Laughter. Lauraâs tiny hands clutching his shirt as he carried her on his shoulders, her giggles echoing through the halls of the mansion. Gabbyâs wide grin as she showed him a picture sheâd drawn of the four of youâher family.
Peace. The quiet nights on the porch, your head resting on his shoulder as the stars twinkled overhead.
Love.
A life.
A family.
Logan stumbled, dropping to his knees as the memories overwhelmed him. They were vivid and unrelenting, a rush of emotion and experience that left him gasping for air.
Your hands trembled as you knelt beside Logan, panic bubbling in your chest. His body shook, his breaths coming in sharp, shallow gasps. You reached out, gripping his shoulders. âLogan! Pleaseâwhatâs wrong? Talk to me!â
He didnât respond. His eyes were wide and unfocused, darting as though he was watching something invisible and overwhelming. His claws had retracted, his hands pressed flat to the ground like he was trying to anchor himself.
âLoganâŠâ Your voice cracked, tears blurring your vision. âIâm sorryâI donât know what I didâplease, just say something.â
His breath hitched sharply, and he finally looked at you, though his gaze was distant, almost haunted. âI⊠I canâtââ His voice was rough, fractured, as though he was choking on the words. âItâs⊠I remember.â
You froze. The blood roaring in your ears was nearly deafening. âWhat do you mean? Remember what?â
Logan shook his head as if trying to clear it, but his face was pale, his features twisted with a mix of disbelief and something rawâgrief? Love? Fear? You couldnât tell.
âItâs us.â His hands reached for you instinctively, his calloused palms cupping your face. âI see you. I seeâŠâ His words faltered, and his gaze flickered like he was staring into a memory you couldnât reach. âThe wedding. Laura. Gabby. God, darlinâ, I see all of it. I feel it.â
Your heart clenched, your breath catching in your throat. âYou remember this life?â you whispered, your hands resting on his wrists.
Loganâs eyes, normally so sharp and guarded, now brimmed with something far more vulnerableâtears threatening to spill as his gaze bore into yours. âYeah,â he rasped, his voice rough, choked. âNot just bits and pieces⊠all of it.â
Tears continued to blur your vision as you searched his face, struggling to process his words. His hands stayed on your face, steady even though they were trembling slightly, and his eyes darted over yours like he was trying to memorize every detail, afraid you might vanish if he looked away for even a second.
âLoganâŠâ Your voice wavered, the weight of the moment pressing down on your chest. âYou⊠remember everything?â
He nodded, the movement jerky, uncoordinated. âYeah. Every damn thing,â he rasped, his voice thick with emotion. âI remember⊠us. Our life. Laura. Gabby. The day I put this ring on your finger.â His thumb brushed against the gold band on your left hand, his expression flickering between awe and devastation. âI remember it all, darlinâ. And itâs like Iâve been livinâ two lives at once.â
Your heart twisted, torn between relief and worry. Relief that he was remembering the life youâd built togetherâyour family, your homeâbut worry because you knew what this meant for him. Logan wasnât just remembering. He was reconciling two lifetimes, one full of loss and pain, and one where heâd finally found peace.
You cupped his face now, your hands trembling against his rough, stubbled cheeks. âLogan,â you whispered, your voice barely audible over the distant sounds of the fight still raging in the facility. âYouâre here. Youâre with me. With us. And thatâs all that matters.â
His eyes stayed locked on yours, and you could see the storm of emotions swirling behind themâgrief, guilt, love, hope. âItâs real,â he said, almost like he needed to hear it to believe it. âThis⊠all of it⊠itâs real. I didnât lose you this time.â
âNo,â you murmured, tears spilling freely now. âYou didnât lose me. Youâve got me, Logan. Iâm here. Iâm not going anywhere.â
His hands tightened ever so slightly on your face, his forehead lowering until it rested gently against yours. His breath hitched, and you felt the faintest tremor run through him. âI lost you six times, sweetheart. Six times. I held you in my arms while youââ His voice broke, and he sucked in a sharp breath like he was trying to keep himself together. âI canât⊠I canât lose you again. I wonât.â
âYou wonât,â you said firmly, brushing your thumbs over his cheeks. âYou wonât, Logan. This is our life. Our family. And youâre not gonna lose me. Not now, not ever.â
For a long moment, the two of you just stayed like that, kneeling on the cold floor in the middle of a war zone, holding on to each other like the rest of the world had ceased to exist.
Finally, Logan spoke again, his voice quieter now, though no less weighted. âI donât know how to do this,â he admitted, his tone raw. âI remember us, but I donât⊠I donât feel like the man you married. I donât feel like Laura and Gabbyâs dad.â
Your heart ached at his words, but you held his gaze, your own resolve strengthening. âYou are the man I married,â you said softly but firmly. âYouâre the same Logan whoâs been by my side for twenty years, whoâs been an amazing father to Laura and Gabby, whoâs built this life with me. I know it doesnât feel that way right now, but it will. Youâll remember not just with your head, but with your heart, too. I promise.â
He closed his eyes briefly, exhaling shakily before nodding. âI hope youâre right, darlinâ,â he murmured. âBecause I donât wanna screw this up.â
âYou wonât,â you assured him. âWeâll figure it out together.â
Another explosion sounded in the distance, and Loganâs head whipped around, his instincts kicking in. âWe gotta move,â he said gruffly, helping you to your feet. âYou okay to walk?â
âIâm fine,â you said, though your legs wobbled slightly as the adrenaline began to wear off. Logan steadied you with a hand on your waist, his touch firm but careful.
âLetâs find the others,â he said, his voice steadying as he slipped back into mission mode. But before you could take a step, he stopped, turning back to you. His hand cupped your cheek again, his eyes soft but serious. âI love you,â he said, the words rough but filled with conviction. âI just⊠I needed to say it.â
Your breath caught, but you smiled, leaning into his touch. âI love you, too,â you said, your voice trembling with emotion. âAlways.â
He nodded once, then released you, his claws sliding out with a familiar snikt. âStay close,â he said, his tone low and protective as he led the way down the corridor. And though the chaos of the mission loomed ahead, you felt a flicker of hopeâbecause no matter what, you were facing it together.
---
Once back at the mansion, the first things you saw were Laura and Gabby standing by Rogue, waiting for the others to clear the jet before you and Logan stepped off.
Gabby was the first to make a move, walking at a brisk pace until Logan finished climbing down the stairs and kneeled down, âcâmere princess.â
She let out a happy squeal and ran the rest of the way, launching herself into Loganâs arms. âYou havenât called me that in ages!â
Laura walked over to the three of you, giving you a short hug from the side, âweeks, Gabby, weeks.â
Gabby removed herself from Loganâs chest, turning to face her sister, âthatâs ages Laura!â
Laura crossed her arms, her eyebrow arched in exaggerated disbelief. âItâs weeks, Gabby. Donât be so dramatic.â
Logan chuckled, low and gravelly, still kneeling on the hangar floor. His hands rested lightly on Gabbyâs shoulders as she spun back around to look at him, her big, expressive eyes narrowing in mock irritation.
âWell, sheâs right about one thing,â Logan said, ruffling Gabbyâs hair. âI havenât been callinâ you âprincessâ like I should.â
Gabby beamed, throwing her arms around his neck again. âItâs okay, Daddy. I forgive you!â
Behind them, you stood near the ramp, watching the scene with a mix of relief and warmth. Logan caught your eye over Gabbyâs shoulder, his gaze softening as it locked on yours. For a moment, it was like the rest of the world disappeared.
Lauraâs voice broke the spell. âYouâre forgiven this time,â she said with a teasing smirk as she stepped closer. âBut Gabbyâs gonna milk it for at least a week. Donât say I didnât warn you.â
Logan straightened, a hand resting on Gabbyâs back as he looked at Laura with that gruff, fatherly affection heâd perfected. âYeah, well, I reckon I can handle that.â
Gabby grinned triumphantly, glancing between her sister and her dad. âSee? Told you Iâm his favorite.â
Logan groaned, shaking his head as he rose to his feet, lifting Gabby effortlessly in his arms. âDonât start that, kiddo. I got room for both of you troublemakers.â
Gabby giggled, but Laura rolled her eyes. âNice save, Dad.â
You chuckled softly, stepping forward now that the moment felt a little less overwhelming. âAlright, you two,â you said, your voice warm but firm. âLetâs get inside. Everyoneâs probably waiting, and your dad looks like he could use a break.â
Logan gave you a small, appreciative smile, one that lingered longer than usual, like he was drinking in every detail of you standing there. He shifted Gabby to his hip and reached out with his free hand, his calloused fingers brushing yours briefly as you both turned toward the mansion.
The walk back was filled with Gabbyâs chatter, Lauraâs sarcastic commentary, and Loganâs occasional grunt of amusement. But as the four of you crossed the threshold into the warmth of the mansion, you could feel the shift in Loganâa quiet resolve mixed with the raw emotion still simmering beneath the surface.
Once the girls were out of earshot, you tugged gently on Loganâs sleeve, pulling him aside into the quieter hallway. His brows furrowed slightly, but he let you guide him, his hand instinctively finding its way to your waist.
âLogan,â you started softly, looking up at him as the distant echoes of the mansionâs activity faded. âAre you okay?â
Loganâs jaw tensed, his eyes searching yours as though weighing his answer. The soft glow of the mansionâs lights illuminated his face, highlighting the exhaustion and turmoil etched into his features. He let out a low sigh, the sound heavy with emotion, before his hand slid from your waist to cradle the side of your face.
âI donât know,â he admitted, his voice rough but honest. âItâs like... Iâve been livinâ someone elseâs life for weeks. Like it was mine but not mine, ya know? And nowâŠâ He paused, his thumb brushing gently over your cheek, his brow furrowing. âNow itâs all there. Every moment. Every damn thing. I remember our girls, our wedding, us. And itâs... itâs real. But it feels like it shouldnât be. Like itâs a dream Iâm gonna wake up from any second.â
Your heart clenched at the raw vulnerability in his voice. You reached up, covering his hand with yours, grounding him. âItâs not a dream, Logan. This is real. Weâre real. Laura and Gabby are real. Youâre their dad, my husband, and the man whoâs been by my side through everythinâ. Youâve got us, and weâve got you.â
His eyes softened, but there was still a shadow of doubt lingering in them. âFeels like Iâve been walkinâ around with a piece missinâ, and now itâs slammed back into place all at once. Itâs almost too much.â
You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head against his chest. His heart thundered beneath your ear, fast and unsteady, but his arms came around you like they always had, holding you tightly. âYou donât have to figure it all out tonight,â you murmured. âWeâll take it one step at a time. Together.â
Logan buried his face in your hair, his breath hitching as he clung to you. âI missed this,â he said, so quietly you almost didnât catch it. âEven when I didnât know what I was missinâ, I missed this.â
You smiled against his chest, your tears dampening the fabric of his shirt. âYouâre home now,â you whispered. âThatâs what matters.â
He nodded against you, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes. âYouâre somethinâ else, ya know that?â he said, his lips twitching into a faint, almost self-conscious smile. âDonât deserve you.â
âYouâre wrong,â you said firmly, your hand coming up to rest against his cheek. âWe deserve each other. And we deserve this life weâve built. It hasnât been perfect, Logan, but itâs ours. And itâs worth every fight.â
Loganâs hand slid to the small of your back, his thumb tracing lazy circles there. His gaze held yours for a long moment before he dipped his head, pressing a lingering kiss to your forehead. âThanks, darlinâ,â he murmured. âFor not givinâ up on me.â
âNever,â you said softly, a smile tugging at your lips. âNow, letâs get back to the girls. Theyâll probably think weâre plotting something if weâre gone too long.â
Logan huffed a quiet laugh, the sound easing some of the tension in his expression. âYeah, donât need Gabby cominâ up with some wild theory about why weâre takinâ our time.â
You chuckled, threading your fingers through his as you began walking back toward the living area. âSheâd have us starring in some kind of superhero soap opera.â
âKidâs got a hell of an imagination,â Logan muttered, though there was unmistakable fondness in his tone.
As the two of you reached the living room, Laura and Gabby looked up from the couch where they were sprawled out with popcorn and a movie on the screen. Gabbyâs face lit up when she saw you, and she patted the spot next to her enthusiastically. âCâmon, Daddy! We saved you a seat!â
Logan glanced at you, his lips quirking in a small, grateful smile. âThink I better take her up on that,â he murmured.
âYou better,â you teased, giving him a nudge. âIâll grab some drinks and join you.â
He squeezed your hand once before letting go, striding over to settle between his daughters. Gabby immediately curled up against him, and Laura leaned over to steal a piece of his popcorn, earning a mock growl from him.
As you watched the three of them together, laughter bubbling up from the couch, you felt a deep sense of peace settle over you. Logan might still be navigating the storm in his mind, but he was here. And with time, you knew heâd come to fully embrace the life heâd found again.
and it's a happy ever after!!
this was meant to be much shorter. actually, i originally wasn't going to include logan getting his memories back and just make that into a bonus chapter but i couldn't stand it. if it's gonna be a happy ever after i had to go all the way.
and i have i have an idea of how they found laura that does not involve the logan movie. cause, no, no, no, they are getting their happy ending.
with that in mind, again, if anyone is interested in reading about how reader and logan got married, found laura, had gabby, let me know! or, if you have any ideas of stories you want me to tell with reader and logan don't be afraid to ask! (i might have already started writing for the alternate timeline...)
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Can you do a Jeff the killer public type thing just an idea đ€·ââïž
die for me || jeff the killer
âgood God sheâs on the floor rolling her eyes at me, once i get inside sheâll wanna die with meâ
sum: after a long mission, Jeff canât help but admire your dedication to him. the longer the drive back to the mansion goes on, Jeff decides he canât wait any longer, that needs you now.
tw:smut, minors dni, 18+. public sex, filthy gas station sex, jeffâs a cocky bastard (duh), threats of violence but in a horny way, choking, etc
a/n: first fic inna minute letâs gooo, also friendly reminder i only write for afab/fem readers, that is the only thing i am comfortable writing. my rules are in my pinned post :)
Jeff couldnât take it anymore.
He always knew he was terrible at controlling impulses. From killing, to insults, to fighting. When Jeff wanted something, nothing was going to get in his way.
This time however, that just so happened to be you.
You were sitting beside him in a beat up toyota, your feet hanging out of the window as you mindlessly played on the nintendo switch Ben had lent you. The orange street lamps briefly illuminated your face every few seconds as Jeff drove past them. Your furrowed eyebrows and softer expression captivated him.
Before this mission Jeff had never thought twice about you, if he was being honest. He never paid attention to anyone at the mansion, especially not newer residents. Typically the newer ones left before he even gave them a second look. But contrary to his dismay, The Operator deemed the two of you to be a compatible duo for the task he had in mind. Jeff was not happy about this, not fearful to hide his anger when he found out the news. Jeff was aware living in the mansion required completing some task every now and then. It was apart of the unspoken contract. Usually The Operator knew better then to send someone with Jeff, given how impulsive and unhinged the killer could be.
To Jeffâs surprise, you kept up with him. You matched every move he made, your face discreetly lighting up with excitement when he made an absurd impulsive decision. You never complained or got annoyed when Jeff mindlessly made a move. You never worried about the consequences. You trusted Jeffâs judgment. That kind of respect was never given to him by any of the others, despite the fact that he was one of the oldest creeps in the mansion. He couldnât help but continue to glance at you, soaking in your features. He cursed the Earth for making it nighttime, your mesmerizing facial features hidden every few seconds.
Endless words were on the tip of the pale killers tongue, Jeff desperate to have a conversation with you. He hardly even knew your name, shit, he wasnât even sure he had the correct name in mind. What would you two talk about? How breath taking you looked with fresh blood splattered across your cheeks? How his heart thumped every-time you giggled at one of his shitty one liners? Or how you admired every time he wrote âgo to sleepâ on the walls after his killing spree? Jeff gripped the steering wheel harshly, gritting his teeth.
Why was this so difficult? Heâd never had a problem with this before. Talking to people was the least of his worries, given his appearance. That was another thing he liked about you. You never stared at him like he was some wild zoo animal. You looked at him like he was just another person. Most people, including new residents, always gawked at him like he was a fucked up science experiment. But you? Delightfully the opposite. He tried to keep his eyes on the road, shoving off his thoughts. He spread his legs just a little wider, ignoring the way his body felt ignited. He pressed against the gas pedal, pushing the ancient car to its limits. This caught your attention, causing you to put down the gaming device. You gave him a wicked grin as you rearranged your position, taking off your seatbelt.
This alarmed Jeff, his obsidian hardened gaze meeting yours.
âWhat the-, what are you doing?â He questioned, his voice sounding more concerned than he wouldâve liked. You giggled as you propped yourself to lean out of the car window, your hair brushing past you in the wind. He could hear your cheers of excitement, your head spinning as you felt like you were soaring. Jeff was mesmerized watching you, so much so his eyes were barely on the road anymore. It wasnât enough that you were so reckless, so effortlessly addicted to any possible danger. But what was sending him over the edge, were your legs. Bare and exposed, your skirt riding up your soft thighs. He swallowed as you parted your knees, revealing just enough of your black lacey panties.
Jeff had to stop himself from slamming on the brakes, his cock growing harder in his jeans. Were you doing this on purpose? Jeff couldnât tell, your laughter flooding his ears as you leaned further out of the car. If Jeff couldâve had it his way, he wouldâve bent you over the hood of the car on the side of the road and fucked you until you begged for him to stop. But he knew if anyone saw someone like him, police would immediately be involved. And if thereâs one thing Jeff hated anything more than Jane, it was the police. So instead he abruptly turned the wheel to the left, grinning in satisfaction as he located a small gas station.
Driving through the middle of no where had its perks, meaning if anyone saw him, he definitely had a chance of just killing them all and leaving. But it also meant there would only be a few people to keep you quiet from. âYou hungry or something?â You asked, your hair messy and tangled as you popped back into the car. Your cheeks were flushed red, your eyes forming with excitement at the mere idea of a proposition to do something unhinged. âYeah iâm hungry alright, câmon,â Jeff grunted, shoving his hood over his head before climbing out of the car. You followed him, the pale killer keeping his head down as he trudged into the store. You followed behind him closely, unsure of what his next move would be. That was another thing Jeff liked about you, your dedication to following his lead.
He could hear the satisfying clicking of your boots as you trailed behind him, the pale killer noting your eyes hovering over a bag of spicy doritos. âWeâll get those inna second, cmere,â Jeff beckoned, motioning for you to follow. You rejoined him, his slender fingers grabbing your wrist. You let out a gasp of surprise as he yanked you into the gas station restroom, locking the door behind you. His large hand covered your mouth, his other pushing you against the rough wall. His obsidian eyes bored into yours as he stared down at you, noting the way your gaze flickered back and forth. As if you were searching his eyes for an explanation. âI donât know how you did it doll, but youâve got my attention. Shit, youâve got me wrapped around your little finger,â He growled. Jeff didnât like vulnerable confessions, but he didnât fail to notice the way your eyebrows were raised in confusion.
âNow tell me, did you wear those little black panties for me? Did you hope youâd get my attention with them? That iâd take them off of you?â Jeff huffed. He could feel your face growing warm under his touch, his pale hand slowly lifting off of your face. You were visibly flustered, a soft gasp escaping your lips as he nudged his knee in between your legs. âAnswer me before I cut out your tongue,â He threatened, knowing it held no weight. You licked your dry lips before speaking, breathless as he brought his knee to your core. âY-Yes, you have no idea how badly iâve wanted y-you,â You sputtered, clearly embarrassed by the forced confession. Jeff tsked, grabbing your chin forcefully. You shouldâve known better than to expect a fairytale kiss, Jeff was always known to do what he wants. No guidelines needed.
âWell you sure do know how to flatter a man. Think you can keep up with me doll?â He smirked, feeling himself growing harder in his jeans. With a shaky hand you boldly brought your hand to his bulge, palming at it through the fabric. Jeffâs painted grin grew wider, his eyes ignited with a feral flame. âNaughty naughty girl. Youâll get what you want, just keep quiet for me,â He purred. Without warning he threw himself down onto his knees, lifting up your skirt. âIf you want me to keep going you gotta be quiet. Wouldnât want anyone hearing you, would we?â Jeff asked, relishing in satisfaction as you nodded like a bobble head. He brought his hot mouth to your core, licking a stripe up your clothed cunt. He watched as you squirmed, biting your lower lip to remain silent. He nudged your thighs open wider, pulling your panties to the side.
Jeff stared at your wet cunt, your body practically begging for him to take you. Teasingly he hovered over your cunt for a moment, before diving in like a starved man. You let out a small gasp, before covering your mouth with your own hand. Your other found its way to his hair, your knees threatening to buckle as his tongue flickered across your sensitive clit. Jeff enjoyed using his large hands to pry your thighs open, his fingers harshly digging into the skin. You tilted your head back, your eyes fluttering shut as his tongue teased your entrance. He enjoyed feeling your body beg for more, squeezing around nothing as he enjoyed the nectar your pussy provided.
You were a slave to the way he pleased you, the feeling more erotic to you than you couldâve dreamed of. You had wanted Jeff from the moment you had entered the mansion. The pale killer was tall, dark, and mean. He was fearless, not fearing anyone, anything, or any possible repercussions that could come his way. You admired him for that, your first nights spent with your fingers deep in your cunt as you imagined him destroying your body for his own fun. Now he was on his knees in front of you, lapping at your drenched folds. You tasted divine, Jeff grinning in sick satisfaction as he knew all of his arousal was for him and him alone. You could feel your core begin to tighten, your legs shaking as you approached your first orgasm.
Jeff could feel this too, his lips attached to your clit and sucking harshly. He wanted to rip your first wave of euphoria right out of you. He demanded it. He needed it. He looked up, admiring your desperation to keep quiet as you came in his mouth. The pale killer only lapped at your folds harder, determined to clean you up as best as he could with his tongue. He smirked, chin and lips coated in your juices as he emerged from between your thighs. He rose to his feet, towering over you. You looked dazed, your heart pounding as his strong hands kept you upright. Swallowing, you stared up at him with lust filled eyes. He removed your hand from your mouth, listening to you pant quietly. âDonât tell me youâre worn out already doll, weâre just getting started,â Jeff snickered, beaming with pride as he tucked some stray hairs behind your ear.
In a swift motion he dragged you over to the sink, bending you over and grabbing a handful of your hair. Your eyes landed on him in the filthy mirror, Jeffâs eyes darkening as he unzipped his pants. âYouâre gonna watch me fuck you, understand? Youâre gonna watch me ruin this little cunt for anyone else but me. If you look away I wonât hesitate to bash your head in, understood?â Jeff snarled, adjusting himself to your entrance. You verbalized agreement, your body on cloud nine as he began to shove himself inside of you. Your hands gripped the sides of the sink, your knuckles turning white as he abruptly bottomed out inside of you. The pale killer was not a gentle man, especially not when it came to abusing your cunt for his own pleasure. He released your hair, several strands messily falling into your face. His large hand wrapped itself around your neck, his slender fingers dedicated to forming bruises on your tender skin.
His dark obsidian eyes stared at you in the mirror, watching your face scrunch up in pleasure as your walls adjusted around him. âYouâre a sick fuck, wanting someone like me to take you like this,â Jeff huffed, slowly moving his hips. Your whimper was muffled by his hand squeezing around your throat, restricting your airway. âIn a filthy gas station bathroom too? Such a sick whore,â He seethed, watching your lips part and form into the shape of an O. He had to hold back his own sinful noises as he began to fuck you properly, his cock abusing your g spot with his each thrust. He could feel how tightly you squeezing him, how much your body craved his filthy words. âYou like this? Hmm? Being used like a fuckin slut in public?â He grumbled in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. Your eyes threatened to roll back into your head, Jeff squeezing your throat harder.
âEyes on us slut, donât make me ruin that pretty face of yours,â He threatened, your fucked out eyes returning to the unholy sight in the mirror. He grinned sadistically as he nibbled at your earlobe, feeling your body grind against his as he did so. Your body felt like it was on fire, your legs trembling as you approached your next high. You had never felt so euphoric before, your body addicted to the pleasure you had only dreamed of. âSuch a good fuck doll for me, fuck,â Jeff groaned, fucking into you harshly. You could feel your body growing closer to the edge of your final orgasm, your knuckles turning white from gripping the sink so hard. Jeff could sense this as well, shooting you a sadistic glance in the mirror. âCâmon pretty girl, cum on my cock. Make a mess for me,â He purred, licking your ear lobe. It felt so sickeningly pleasurable you came on his command, your eyes rolling back as euphoria washed over you.
The high of your orgasm didnât last long, your vision hazy as Jeff forced you onto your knees. Your knees hit the gross sticky tile below, his cock covered in your juices and his precum as he stood before you.
âWe arenât done slut. Open up your mouth and suck.â
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Their First Villain
Secret Santa gift for @the-modern-typewriter Prompt: "Scary villain x hero in a Christmas setting of your [the writer's] choice. Could go spicy, could go whumpy, could go unexpectedly sweet!" Hope you like this! Merry Christmas!! đ
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âYou recognised me,â the villain observes, his tone unnaturally flat. His face betrays no emotion.
âKinda hard not to, with yourâŠâ â the hero tilts their head at where the villainâs magic continues to spread, coiling around their limbs and securely fixing them in place â ââŠsnake thingies?â
The individual tendrils really do vaguely resemble snakes, although the magic in its entirety reminds them more of some writhing alien monster plant from an old Sci-fi B-movie whose title they cannot remember. Itâs not a good comparison anyway. The movie hadnât been scary at all.
They experimentally try to wrestle one of their arms free, but despite the magicâs apparent fluidity, the moment they push or pull in any direction, whatever give appeared to be there all but disappears and they canât move a millimetre.
âOh.â The villainâs eyes widen. âYou can see it.â
âSee it. Feel it. Didnât expect it to be this hot.â
An awkward pause follows.
They are decidedly not blushing. Itâs just warm. All of them is so warm now that the villainâs powers have moulded themselves around the hero like something liquid but alive. Wherever the tendrils touch bare skin â their ungloved hands and that area just above their ankles where their pants donât quite meet the rims of their boots â the raw energy buzzes, prickles just short of stinging.
Theyâd been shivering just minutes ago in their much too thin poncho and the not seasonally appropriate Agency office uniform. Well, they still are shivering, just no longer from the cold.
Where the villainâs magic is fever-hot, his scrutiny runs icy.
âYou can see it, but not fight it,â he muses. âHow curious. The Agency must be understaffed to send their defenceless little office drones out into the field.â
The hero would be glaring if the villain werenât underscoring the point by pulling his magic tighter with the mere flick of a finger. That small, anxious sound that escapes them in response brings a self-satisfied grin to the villainâs lips.
âItâs Christmas,â the hero says, once the magic has settled again.
The villain raises a brow.
âMost of the regulars are on holiday, Christmas being a time best spent with family ⊠or so Iâm told.â
âYet you are working.â
âDonât have anyone.â They arenât technically without family just ⊠Sometimes, family isnât a place of refuge and welcome. Not a home to turn to for holiday celebrations or company. Some families fashion themselves exclusive clubs with strict rules that refuse or revoke memberships as they please. The hero forces some levity into their tone. âI have nowhere else to be today, so, Iâm helping out here.â
The villain chuckles. âHelping is perhaps not what I would call that.â
âHey, I did recognise you,â they say, defensively.
âAnd look where that got you.â His smile is sharper than before, meaner. âAm I your first villain? My heartfelt condolences.â
They donât dignify that with an answer. But the answer is yes. The villains they watched being interrogated through one-way mirrors at HQ don't count.
âPity,â the villain says with zero warmth, âthat you couldnât just look the other way. What is it with you people that you're always so eager to cause unnecessary conflict.â
âReporting suspicious behaviour is kind of my job.â It comes out barely above a whisper and carries the distinct cadence of an apology.
âAh yes, and my mere existence struck you as suspicious behaviour because âŠâ
Admittedly, once theyâd recognised the villain, they hadnât taken the time to consider his appearance beyond the magic heâd been wearing around his shoulders like a particularly weaponizable scarf. The lack of a combat suit in favour of a sleek, dark coat over a woollen jumper and cargo joggers â either an outfit designed to blend in or just what the villain happens to like to wear when he isnât working â hadnât registered any more than the total absence of weaponry other than his powers. And while he could have hidden those better, itâs not like he could have simply left them at home.
There hadnât been time to ponder. It had all happened so fast. Their eyes had met, and a moment later the hero had already been scrambling away from the crowd, past a stall selling mulled wine and into the nearest alley, where theyâd scrolled through their contacts with stiff, unfeeling fingers. The villain had caught up with them before theyâd managed to call for backup.
Their gaze darts to the remnants of their smashed phone, sprinkled across the muddy snow, mere metres away but entirely useless even if they could reach it.
What if the villain hadnât had anything nefarious planned? What if the heroâs brain had naturally jumped to the most prejudiced conclusion all on its own?
Of course, it is unfair to treat his mere presence as if it is a crime. But the things he could do ...
They think about the parents with their cameras, filming their ice-skating children, the squealing toddlers on the merry-go-round, the nice old ladies selling tea out of the back of a car.
âYou could be a danger to all those innocent people,â they defend their judgement.
âAnd you could be a danger to me,â the villain replies coolly. âWould be unwise, letting someone roam free who can pick me out of a crowd with a glance. Perhaps I should thank you for revealing yourself. Very ill-advised. But quite convenient. You were so obvious about it, too.â
He has crossed the distance between them while speaking. Close enough now to reach out and tuck an unruly strand of hair behind their ear with his cold, slender fingers. His other hand settles almost gently on their throat, atop the magic that has slivered around their neck at some point during the conversation.
The tip of a new tendril is in the process of worming its way lower, nestling into the collar of their shirt. It laps against the crook of their neck and they cringe away from the touch as much as the magic allows. It doesnât hurt. It would be so much easier if it did. The touch is light; it kind of tickles and, given the overall direness of the situation, the hero really isnât in the mood for that. Or, they shouldnât be.
Unhelpfully, their traitorous mind supplies them with a thoroughly inappropriate image of what else someone who isnât the enemy could be doing to them with magic such as this.
âTell me,â the villain says as the power shifts upwards, tilting their chin back with the movement, so his nails can bite into the newly exposed skin below their jaw, âis there anything else troublesome about you, or is it just the eyes?â
He looks most pleased when their breath hitches despite their best efforts to remain stoic. His grip tightens. Heâs studying them intently, staring at their eyes like those are priced gems he considers adding to his collection.
Maybe, underneath the mockery, he actually does consider them somewhat of a threat. If he didnât, why would he be looking at them like that.
Itâs stupid, truly and utterly stupid, to feel flattered. This is not respect, they know, just sharp, calculating consideration. His attention promises imminent danger, might turn lethal at any second. Itâs not something they should revel in. Still, it feels good, too â being seen.
Has anyone ever really seen them before?
Or perhaps that is the lack of oxygen speaking.
They struggle to focus their vision but all the twinkling Christmas lights in the trees are starting to smudge into dull, red and golden blurs. Vertigo is clawing at them.
There is absolutely nothing they can do against the villain's grip. They're so pitifully out of their depth.
They think about their bland, only half-furnished two-room apartment; their first day at the Agency HQ; their nth day â no more eventful than the first â sitting at the exact same desk in the exact same office and working on the exact same old computer; their colleaguesâ looks of pity when their 14th application for a transfer to field work is being denied and their boss tells them, in stern admonishment, that their skill sets just arenât suited to solo missions. They think about her condescending smile when she finally does assign them the Christmas market job, clearly convinced the worst thing that could possibly happen here is people getting drunk enough on punch to start throwing punches.
They think of their first split-second impression of the villain as just another guy standing by the ice rink with a cup of something steaming in his hands and a mellow, unguarded smile curving his lips.
They hope this montage doesnât count as their life flashing before their eyes. Itâs way too sad a summary of their depressing lack of accomplishments.
They think, with equal parts age-old bitterness and new-found sarcastic vindication, about their colleaguesâ infantile, unofficial, end-of-the-year office rankings where flashier heroes with more impressive abilities always receive titles such as most likely to hook up with a hot reporter or most epic battle or best one-liners.
Meanwhile, all the hero has to show for are three consecutive wins of least likely to die on the job.
Which might have been a reassuring sentiment if it werenât so clearly code for âyouâll never be a real heroâ. Real heroes risk their lives on the job all the time.
Well, look at them now!
Will their colleagues manage to come up with a new title for them in time, they wonder, if the villain kills them now, just a week before this yearâs poll results will be released?
Most unexpected death has a nice ring to it.
They should be trembling in terror. Might have, if the villainâs magic werenât encasing them so â tight but soft and deceptively warm, lulling them in. The sticky heat of it leaves them squirming, stuck in a confusing limbo between gooey not-quite-discomfort and hot-bath sluggishness.
Theyâre drifting. Until theyâre not.
Itâs impossible to discern how much time has passed or when exactly the villain has released them; but their thoughts are beginning to clear and their brain catches up to the fact that there is air in their lungs again, and that the breathless, hiccuping gasps uncontrollably tumbling out of their mouth arenât sobs. Itâs laughter.
âAre you enjoying this?â The villain sounds incredulous.
They shake their head. âI donât know,â they manage, between hysterical giggles. âMaybe. Yes?â
âHow did you know I wouldnât kill you?â
âI didnât.â
That startles a short laugh out of him.
âIâve neverâ â they pant, still struggling for air â âfelt this alive before.â
âThat sounds ... unhealthy.â
There is a long pause in which the villain silently stares at them while they are more or less regaining control over their breathing.
âYou wouldnât get it,â they say then, perfectly aware they must seem most unhinged. âBet you don't even know what boredom is. Because your life is fun. Mine is not. I practically live at my stupid job, and my stupid job doesn't even pay well. No one there gives a fuck about me. And nothing exciting ever happens. So can I please just have this one damn moment without being judged?â
The villain hums, low. âAnd here I thought we were ruining each otherâs days.â He presses a hand to their forehead. âDid the heat fry your synapses?â he asks, sounding more amused than concerned. His other hand comes up to cup the nape of their neck, as if he canât help but reach out. Just as they canât help but lean into the cooling touch. His gaze drops, as if drawn, to their lips. âOr, are you just naturally this unusual?â
They can smell gingerbread and mulled wine on his breath.
âAre you going to kiss me?â they ask, because yes their synapses are definitely fried and they do not care about consequences, awkwardness, or sanity anymore.
âWould you like me to kiss you?â
âIâd certainly much rather be kissed than killed. Obviously.â
âObviously,â he repeats, smirking. âBut we've established Iâm not about to kill you. And that wasnât a yes.â
âItâs not a no either.â
âNot how consent works, darling.â
They scoff. âYou didnât ask for consent first when you strangled me five minutes ago.â
The villain laughs again, in genuine delight judging by how his magic ripples and purrs.
âOkay, fair enough,â he whispers, shifting so his lips almost brush theirs.
The kiss that follows is sweet, surprisingly chaste, and initiated by the hero.
âSo, since you mentioned earlier you have nowhere else to be today,â the villain says, afterwards, mischief gleaming in his eyes. âHave you ever had the pleasure of being kidnapped?â
Pleasure, as it turns out over the course of the next few hours, is an understatement.
If anyone at the office were to find out what the hero has been up to during their first (and best) and possibly only solo field mission, not only are they guaranteed to get fired, their colleagues will also surely create an entirely new office ranking category in their honour:
First to be seduced by a supervillain.
#secret santa#secret santa snippets#secretsantasnippets2024#the-modern-typewriter#merry christmas#heroes and villains#hero x villain#scary villain x inexperienced hero#snippet#writing snippet#writeblr
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CROSS THE LINE II | Jude Bellingham
pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader, unnamed fictional RM player x fem!reader
word count: 2.5k
summary: after a fallout with your boyfriend, you find solace in a spontaneous night at the movies, where you run into his golden boy teammate. one thing leads to another and you cross the line. what happens next?
A/N: happy holidays yall đ„ł lmk what you guys think!! <3
warnings: infidelity (once again, i don't condone it. đ«Ł), non explicit smut
PART ONE
before all of this, youâd always imagined an affair as something out of a movie: clandestine meetings, tensions running high, stolen moments, secret rendezvous. but in reality, itâs messier, quieter. itâs second guessing yourself every step of the way, staring at your reflection and admitting youâre a horrible person time and time again, and then doing it anyway.Â
it doesnât start with a bang, no dramatic explosion of passion. after the night at the cinema, things unfold slowly. you text every single day for weeks, conversations ranging from the mundane to the deep. you learn about each other, piece by piece. and jude, you realize, is like quicksand. the more you discover, the deeper you sink. heâs too funny, too kind, too good. unfairly handsome, and somehow better for it.
he has an uncanny way of making you unravel. of making you open up so easily that sometimes you don't notice it's happening. you, usually reserved and guarded, find yourself sharing without hesitation. you suppose its the way there's no judgement from him, no disinterest or impatience.
and then thereâs the way he lets you in. with every detail he shares, every message, he pulls you in like a magnet you canât resist. he tells you about the running joke heâs had with his best friend for years, humor inexplicable to anyone but the two of them. the trivial argument he had with his brother that was inconsequential but still annoying enough to stick in his mind. his new favorite song, sent with a note about how it makes him feel. formative memories heâll never forget, now shared with you. itâs as though heâs placing his heart on a silver platter, daring you: know me. know me and want me. Â
and you do. want him, that is.
thatâs the exact reason why you find yourself in his bed one afternoon.Â
his room is dimly lit, the curtains drawn against the waning sun. you sit on the edge of the bed, your hands twisting in your lap, nerves running high. jude sits beside you, eyes locked on yours, searching for the final hint of hesitation. a sign that you might leave. but you donât move. you canât.
when he leans in, his fingers brushing against your cheek, it feels inevitable. of course youâre here, with him. where else would you be? his touch is warm, grounding, and when his lips finally meet yours, it feels like everything thatâs ever happened in the world has led to this moment.
his hands find your waist, sliding under your shirt as the kiss deepens. his touch is firm and warm, yet capable of sending shivers down your spine. you donât stop him when he pulls your shirt over your head or when his lips trail down your neck, leaving your skin tingling.
 âwhat are we doing?â you murmur almost to yourself as he bites on a sensitive spot.Â
jude pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes dark and full of desire, but thereâs something else there too: something deeper, more vulnerable.Â
âwhatever you wantâ he says, his voice low, his hand grazing your cheek tenderly. âi want this. i want youâ
you nod wordlessly, and the rest happens in a blur. his weight presses you into the mattress, his skin warm under your fingertips as you trace the muscles of his back. he kisses you like he canât help himself, and you kiss him back just as desperately. plush lips and calloused hands taking their liberties, roaming all over your body, eliciting sounds and sensations youâve never experienced with anyone else. you donât hold back either, not when his golden brown skin is all yours to explore, to kiss, to bite. to revel in.Â
he moves against you, his hands gripping your hips as you arch into him. thereâs nothing slow or tentative about it now. his movements are purposeful and you meet him with equal attention . when he finally pushes inside you, you let out a rush of breath, almost like a sigh of relief. itâs overwhelming, the way he fits perfectly inside of you, the way it feels familiar and routine, like heâs done this a hundred times before.Â
the room is filled with the sound of your heavy breathing, the creak of the mattress as he rhythmically thrusts into you, his low murmurs against your skin that range from curses to your name to soft groans. your nails dig into his back, and he doesnât flinch, only moves harder, deeper, his focus entirely on you. âyou feel so perfect, so goodâ he whispers, like its a confession heâs been waiting to make for the longest time.Â
you donât think about the guilt or the consequences. thereâs only jude, the way he feels, the way he moves. for now, thatâs all that matters.
afterwards, you lie in bed, your head on his chest, his hand softly grazing your now frizzy curls. his heartbeat is steady beneath your ear, a comforting sound.Â
âso,â you say, breaking the silence as you trace his chiseled chest with your finger. âyou wonât believe what happened at work today. this guy left his mic on during a teams meeting and got caught badmouthing our boss.â
judeâs chest vibrates beneath you as he laughs silently. âno way. what did he say?â
you tell the story, and he listens intently, chuckling softly. you think two things: first, never in your life did you imagine having pillow talk with jude bellingham. and second, the knowledge that you made him laugh gives you such a rush of serotonin you want do it over and over again.
seasons change, your situation doesnât. months go by and jude and you are sneaking around. no one knows, not even your closest friend or your motherâ people who know you better than anyone, people who love and accept the parts of you that you consider deeply embarrassing and shameful. you donât share this, because itâs different. this secret is well and truly a condemnation of your character. but that doesnât mean you want to stop. Â
you find yourself at a real madrid christmas party one evening. youâre there with your boyfriend, of course. the man who feels more and more like a stranger as the days go by. the man in whose phone, just last night, youâd found incriminating dms with an instagram model. it hadnât fazed you. after all, you were doing the same.
you sip on a glass of champagne, watching jude from across the room. heâs in his element, charming everyone from the staff to the players to the wags. his laugh carries over to where youâre standing, the butterflies in your stomach fluttering at the sound.Â
and yet, despite all the mingling, he hasnât approached you.
you hate yourself for keeping track, but youâve noticed. heâs made his rounds, talking to everyone, making small talk that leaves people grinning. but you? not a glance, not a word. itâs like youâre invisible.
you canât help but feel a pang of jealousy as you watch a group of wags giggling at something he says, leaning in closer as if trying to soak up his presence. your nails dig into the stem of your glass, and you have to remind yourself to breathe.
âyou okay?â your boyfriend asks, his hand resting lightly on your lower back. you must be having a very visible reaction for even him to notice.
âfineâ you lie, forcing a smile. donât touch me, is what you really want to say.
youâre not fine though. not as you steal another glance at jude, whoâs now leaning against the bar, talking to vini. he looks relaxed, like he hasnât a care in the world, like he doesnât feel the tension thatâs suffocating you.
you tell yourself itâs better this way. no one is gonna suspect anything if he avoids you. but still, it stings.
and then, as if he senses your eyes on him, he finally looks your way. the moment is brief, a flicker of recognition before he looks away quickly, returning his attention to vini like nothing happened.
the champagne in your glass suddenly feels too heavy, and you set it down on the nearest table before excusing yourself to the restroom.
Inside the rest room, you splash cold water on your face, hoping it will calm the heat in your chest, the ache in your gut. but it doesnât.
the sound of the restroom door opening makes you freeze. you glance up and flinch when you see jude.he steps inside, shutting the door quietly behind him, his eyes locking on yours immediately.
you watch silently as he leans back against the door, his hands shoved into the pockets of his suit pants. he looks calm but his jaw is visibly clenched.Â
âyouâve been avoiding meâ you blurt out before you can stop yourself.
âi had toâ he replies, his voice low. âyou know whyâ
you do know why. but that doesnât make it hurt any less.
âyou talked to everyone in that room except meâ you continue, voice sharper than you expect. âitâs like i donât even exist to youâ
âyou think i wanted to ignore you? do you know how hard it is to be in the same room as you and pretend likeââ he cuts himself off, hands rubbing the back of his neck.
âpretend like what?âÂ
âlike i donât want you,â he says, the words coming out in a rush. âlike i donât think about you all the time. like iâm not going crazy knowing youâre here with himâ
âthen why avoid me?â you ask, your voice trembling.
âbecause if i talked to youâ he says, stepping even closer. âif i got too close, i donât know if i could stop myselfâ
your lips meet just then, as if drawn together like magnets. you kiss fiercely, desperately. his hands find your waist, pulling you flush against him. you can taste the sweet champagne on his lips, can feel the heat from his warm hands. when you pull away, youâre breathless, but you feel renewed. like touching him made up for the fact that you had to put up with your boyfriend for the whole evening.Â
âiâm breaking up with him tonightâ you blurt. âI found out heâs been cheatingâ
âwhat an assholeâ jude says without skipping a beat.
you laugh bitterly as you adjust the top of his turtleneck. âiâm doing the same thingâ
jude smirks. âyeah, bit hypocritical isnât it?â he says, and you both burst out laughing, the sound echoing loudly in the bathroom.Â
you sit with it for a bit, the weight of your actions settling in between you two, both of you knowing what an awful thing youâre doing. you, to someone whoâs been a partner of yours for some time. him, to his teammate who he doesnât particularly like, but still owes some loyalty to, some obligation of decency.
âi donât regret itâ he says quietly, as if reading your thoughts. he grabs your hand and enterwines your fingers. âi donât regret any of itâ
âme tooâ you murmur. and you mean it.Â
that night, you keep your word and dump your boyfriend. it's an anti climactic ending, both of you mentally checked out of the relationship in the end to even care. still, you feel the weight lifting off your shoulder. good riddance.
that's how an affair with your boyfriendâs teammate unfolds and then ends. if youâre wondering how a relationship with your exâs teammate begins, here it is: first, you scrub any trace of your previous relationship off the internet (you were always pretty private anyway). then, you gaslight everyone who knows all three of you into believing the relationship was never that serious, so what's the harm if you're seeing the other guy now? stranger things have happened. thankfully said ex-boyfriend conveniently leaves the team and the country at the end of the season, so it makes things easier for you. third step is to keep a careful distance from your new man in public for several months to maintain the illusion that there was no overlap with your past... relationship? situationship? or was it friendship? weâll never know. finally, hard launch on a sunny afternoon at one of your favorite cafes in madrid, on a random wednesday in late summer. thatâs how you do it.
so here you are, seated across from each other. you sip on a latte; judeâs having tea. heâs just come back from an adidas shoot, and heâs exhausted, you can tell by the tired smile on his face and by the way his body is slouched slightly in his chair. the only expression of affection he can muster is the soft brush of his leg against yours under the table.Â
you chat about the book youâre currently reading, how the price of pastries in the cafe are atrociously high. yet again, you marvel at how easy it is with him. talking, laughing, slipping into comfortable silences. its like youâve known him for years.Â
âsomeoneâs taking a picâ he nods towards someone behind you. you donât look back, just smile softly. âgoing according to planâ he murmurs, taking a sip of his tea.Â
youâre silent, thinking about how luckly you are, to have him, to be with him. you continue to chat, and now youâre on the topic of the show youâre watching. jude confesses he watched an episode without you on the plane back from an away game, and you gasp indignantly, kicking his leg under the table.Â
âowâ he mutters. âi couldnât sleep!â
âyou couldn't watch anything else?â you say, dabbing at a coffee stain that had tainted the sleeve of your shirt. When you look up, judeâs looking at you with such a tender look on his face that you want to look away.Â
âwhat?â you say, half self consciously.Â
ânothingâ he grins. âits just that youâre so beautiful. everytime i look at you it gets betterâ
your stomach is immediately filled with butterflies, and all you can do is grin back at him shyly, cheeks heating up from his words. sometimes being with him feels like youâre on a rollercoaster ride, in a good way. except the rush you get is from basking in his warmth, in his love, in his presence.Â
needless to say it was all worth it in the end. thank god for late night cinema trips.Â
#jude bellingham#jude bellingham imagine#jude bellingham x reader#jude bellingham x y/n#jude bellingham x you#jude bellingham fanfic#football imagine#football fanfic#jude bellingham one shot
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google search how was i going to finish the sentence i started writing
#reading over my article draft after a while#i WOULD still like to finish it by the end of the year. but that means i have to actually write it#i cant get a handle on like. ugh what to write about like specifically#i like my introductory paragraphs but i feel like im not saying enough abt what is presumably the point of the article#and id started a sentence in my beginning of a conclusion kind of paragraph but like. what was i gonna write lmao#i also cant help but keep thinking well this is interesting to me bc im interested in it but would anyone else care#and i KNOW that in writing this article part of my job is to MAKE people care and make it seem interesting but. how#ougygygjyfjgh this is so unnecessarily difficult#and unfortunately would be less so if id outlined but i absolutely detest outlining and im bad at it#but maybe i should try to sketch out some vague outline somehow anyway#i need to make this subject relatable and interesting to someone other than the kind of freak i am#i can do this. if i focus i can do this . hopefully#the dream is to maybe sort of actually send this off to someone sometime next year#and MAYBE it will even be published. hopefully#we shall see.....
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no cause why the fuck can i not find this new clip?????
#*carly catalogs#the rookie#the rookie s6#chenford#am i stupid or is my search engine being stupid???#it's probably me ngl#if anyone would be so kind as to help me out and send me a link that would be greatly appreciated#tbd
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#thoughts from hel#so basically i submitted a cover letter with some highlighted text in random colors bc i forgot to unhighlight them before submitting#(i highlight things to remember to change them for each job app but i might have to deprecate that practice after this)#and then i realized and was like oh fuck and i was like well maybe i should just own it y'know. it's me being super innovative and creative#and also since i highlight stuff to change all the highlighted texts were the most relevant parts of the cover letter anyway#but the highlighting job was messy as hell after i dragged sentences to and fro all over it while i was formulating that thing. like#the highlighting started kind of in the middle of my sentence and had extra highlighted spaces and colors n stuff it was. haphazard.#so i was like okay. i probably can't gaslight (by sending psychic vibes to the recruiter-- since it's an online form#with no direct communication between me and them whatsoever) the recruiter into reasonably thinking this highlighting job#was on purpose. so i spent a full like TWO EXTRA HOURS spiraling into âcan i submit the form twice or should i just take the L on thisâ#and ultimately submitted it a second time with the fixed letter. uhhh hopefully it was the fixed one but i'm too tired to care now#part of the job description was âattention to detailâ so i definitely failed that one the first time around but the recruiter#who reads (hopefully. because with how saturated the job market is now they might not even do that) my apps#had BETTER see all the fucking attention to detail i paid to making sure my decision to resubmit would be a good one#telepathically. of course. (the difference between overthinking and attention to detail is how much you are appreciated)#i literally went on so many forums and the help page for the recruiting application website thing to find out how exactly they handled#duplicate applications bro i could RECITE this shit to anyone now. fuck#time to go to sleep. tomorrow is a new day. with ten+ more companies to apply to. đ
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For the next few episodes it continues like normal. Winter is their big sibling, thereâs no universe in which theyâd do something so terrible, so Ozander and Ophia just ignore the elephant in the room whenever theyâre home, they are in Hardcore denial mode.
Then something happens and Winter gets outed as Cloudweaver. Ophia immediately goes on the defensive, asking how Winter could do such an awful thing. Ozander on the other hand, is just trying to hold back tears. This is their big sibling, why would the person who pushed them both to enter into the academy be a villain?
The main question the partners ask is Why? Just why?
To which Winter tells them itâs a long story.
Cw: Child abuse, running away
Well, the best way to start this is at the beginning. You two werenât born yet, but our mom and dad⊠they fought a lot, and I learned to hide in the closet. They werenât good people, but I was young, what choice did I have.
Then you two were born, and I realized it was my job to protect you. I taught you everything I knew, how to walk, how to talk, how to avoid our parents wrath. I took the fall for you two where I could. If you broke a toy playing too rough, it was my fault. If you were too loud and it woke them up, it was my faultâŠ
Then one day I⊠I overheard mom âjokingâ about killing us. And I realized⊠she could, itâs not like anyone would come looking if we stopped existing. That was the day I vowed weâd run away. Itâs nothing short of a miracle we made it out before they knew we were gone.
Ophia: âWait, why didnât you go to the police?â
Winter: You donât think I didnât try? When I told them what happened they said they needed to get the second party involved. I knew what that meant and booked it before they could send us back.
Ozander: âWell what about odd squad? They would have taken us in.â
Winter: I tried odd squad. But as soon as I mentioned why we needed protections from the villains in question⊠they kicked us out because of our bio family.
Ozander: âAre we-?!â
Winter: âI kept on running we lived on the streets for a while. It wasnât easy, but we were safe. I tried CPS, hell I tried every child welfare agency I heard of but no one saw past the fact that I was a child. Iâd gather change on the ground and buy us a small piece of food a day. It wasnât much but it kept us alive.
Then one day about three weeks after, I was searching for change when around the corner I saw a villain (noisemaker I think) surrounded by odd squad agents. I could have walked away but I knew he was just trying to get by, same as we were, so I kicked over a trash can giving him enough time to escape. In return for my kindness, he offered me one in return, a place to stay.
Winter was coming, things were going to get harder than they already were. So I accepted. They gave me a job, I was the diversion, and in turn for doing well, we were given a home, food and safety. When I felt safe enough to tell them about what happened, they started my training.
Ophia: what training?
They started trying to activate and then control my powers. They trained me for a few years then I was sent on missions to cause oddness. Afterward I traveled the world on business trips, creating everything from pienados to spaghetti storms.
Ozander: But why push us to get involved in odd squad, why volunteer to help so much? Wouldnât that just increase your chances of getting caught?
Winter: I needed a backup plan, if they ever found us, and the villains couldnât stop them⊠I needed you two to be safe. I need you two to stay safe, odd squad takes care of its agents, if you were agents youâd be safe.
Ozander: Whoâs they? And what was that about us being related to someone odd squad doesnât take in?
Winter: ⊠our parents. They were the old leaders of the villains, they got kicked out pretty fast when I came forward with what happened.
Ozander: Didnât you say they were dead? As in we have visited their graves every year for the past decade, kind of dead.
Winter: That was a lie⊠I didnât want you to get curious and get hurt.
Ozander: That wouldnât have happened!
Winter: Thatâs what happened here.
Ophia: Where are they now?
Winter: Iâm not certain but from what I know theyâre locked in a lead box, in the middle of a mountain. But I know if they ever escapedâŠ. I try not to think about that.
Ozander: What about now?
Winter: ?
Ozander: Are you still working for the villains.
Winter: No. Remember when I had that accident? I told you I got hurt at work, not necessarily a lie but not the full truth either. On my last mission, I was out creating a massive storm, Odd Squad attacked. I got away mostly, a piece of debris had hit me. I had to get it removed and on my x-ray they found my hip impingements. One thing led to another and another and another and when I was getting fitted for crutches I realized I couldnât do this anymore, not that theyâd have let me.
I also realized that if I was going to quit, I needed to make a clean break. So I erased my information from the seamstressâs books. Sold our place, bought a new one, changed my name, transitioned and put all of my villain stuff into a box and hid it in a wall. I became someone unrecognizable to those who knew me before, who at most could say I looked familiar.
And thatâs it, you know the full story now.
Ozander: Thatâs It?!!! Thatâs all you have to say for everything youâve done?! *is standing up, yelling*
Winter: yeah. I donât regret it, creating those storms gave us everything. I do regret all of the innocent people who got hurt as a result though.
-Miss O is knocking at the door, theyâre forty minutes over the interrogation time allotment-
Ophia: Get rid of them.
Winter: What?
Ophia: If you created all of the pienados and spaghetti storms and weird weather in the world, then fix it, get rid of them.
Winter: I canât.
Ophia: *visibly angry* why not.
Winter: I canât create, nor destroy weather, thatâs not how it works. I just channeled it, using my paintbrush to redirect it into what I wanted. I canât get rid of them because the elements already mixxed, creating their own unique product that cannot be undone. Like mixing blue and yellow, you get a new color that cannot be separated back into just yellow and just blue. Even if I had my paintbrush with me.
- Iâm not sure how I would continue that scene, but I do know that things would ramp up quickly since Cloudweaver isnât part of the Villain union and not entitled to the benefits. I remember contemplating having them end up in a psych ward for a bit, but I wasnât comfortable with the route that ended up on. I also considered a two time villain battle, starting with a confrontation against the Dad whoâs inspired by Frantocio from Billie bust up then a follow up against the Mom whoâs mood swings would play a large part in her power(s). The long term effects of that abuse on full display for Ozander and Ophia to view. The Villains and Odd squad team up to defeat them, with Winter having to pull out the paintbrush one last time to defeat them. And then thatâs the end.
I made a playlist of songs that inspired it, hereâs the link:
And since Iâm posting this final ish part on Christmas, merry Christmas everyone.
So, if I told you all about some odd squad OCâs would you be interested? Keep in mind, I made these as a young child long before Otto and Olive got their own headquarters
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#once upon a time i had this guy friend that i was super close to we were best friends#i had a dream about him a few nights ago and i haven't been able to stop thinking about it#i can't tell my partner about this dream#i swear to God I've never thought about this guy as anything more than a friend ever so this was quite a surprising dream to me#i just wanted to tell somebody about this though#so we run into each other last time we saw each other was like at least 7 years ago#and we start talking and catching up and I'm telling him about the kind of awful thing my partner did to me#and he's just so kind and encouraging to me and he says he'll protect me now and all#and i was like no i can handle it myself you know I'd never let you do something like that for me#and then one thing leads to another and he kisses me and i was like kind of trying to be like nooo we're just friends I'm in a relationship#and then i just kind of think well fuck it and we make out and then we're somewhere#not sure where it was it was a bedroom maybe his#no no it was his because it looked like the room he had when i visited his house when we were younger#and then we had sex#i haven't thought about him in a while so having that dream about him was kind of confusing to me#i want to reach out to him but all i have is his old email that I'm not sure if he even still uses#I did send an email but it's been a couple of days and he hasn't replied#so either he doesn't check it very often or it went to spam or it's defunct or see did see it and doesn't know how/doesn't want to respond#i don't think anyone i know still talks to him but it would be really helpful
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The amount of incest, noncon, and pedophilic jjk smut content is getting out of hand.
"Just scroll if you don't like it!" - this doesn't negate the fact they're posting disgusting scenarios. They're targeting an audience of people who should seek therapy. That kind of shit is not okay.
It's like saying "scroll part a zoophile account on Twitter if u don't like it." See how stupid it sounds?
This Fandom is slowly becoming one i regret being in because of just how disgusting people are becoming. Come on guys, do better.
It's okay to have kinks and fetishes, but that doesn't mean they're okay. It's not okay to sexualize minors, it's not okay to sexualizw little space, it's not okay to sexualize r//pe! I get dubcon, but noncon? That's literally just nonconsensual sex.
Anyways. Rant over. Do better, people.
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Edit: I have MUCH more to say on this now that I've read some other inputs:
The problem isn't "block and move on" or "ur arguing for fiction..." it's the fact people are exposing minors and already mentally ill people to VERY REAL and DISGUSTING scenarios. It doesn't matter that they're fictional, what they're writing about is a real issue. Blocking tags doesn't work most of the time, so stop saying to shut up and just use that feature.
Another thing is that people are making these writings so normal that they are making others think it's okay. When I was younger, I had unsupervised internet access and was exposed to smut like this. It messed me up and got me institutionalized because I didn't know it wasn't okay to talk about. Minors nowadays are also very unsupervised and will come across your stuff. I'm worried for the next generation.
Last thing, the excuse "they're just fiction" is flawed because you're ignoring the PSA! You wouldn't say this if it was about something else, right? If someone was saying: "I love lolicon!" You wouldn't block and move on. You would call their asses out and comment bomb them. It's the same concept, except on a broader spectrum. You're enabling the behavior of these vile creatures that need serious help. You're not doing anyone any good by saying "this is so unnecessary" or "they're fictional..."
(Update: read this post about my asks if you plan on sending a hate message or threat lol)
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Arcane characters when someone flirts with you. | Viktor, Jayce, Vi, Caitlyn, Jinx, Sevika x Gn!Reader
I am the brain rot. The brain rot is me.âšïž
Content: pre season 2 Viktor/Jayce!, Jealousy, pitfighter Vi, established romantic relationships, angst, threats of violence/death threats, sfw
Reader has no set pronouns.
((Not proofread))
ăVIKTOR
He always struggled with self-esteem issues, mainly due to his sickness and disability that made it difficult for him to do much. A part of him forever will believe that you could easily do better than him, yet that doesn't stop him from getting terribly jealous anytime someone gets too friendly with you. Especially when they can see him standing next to you clearly being your partner as well.
But despite his insecurities, he doesn't allow anyone to harass you either on his watch. He lets you defend yourself for the most part until he has enough and lets his more sassy side handle the flirtatious person for you. He may not be able to do anything in a physical way, something he very much would rather avoid. But his tongue is sharp, and it takes little to make them quickly scurry away with a nervous apology for the disturbance.
He'll never admit to being jealous, however, and denies any teasing accusations you send his way. But he'll secretly ask for reassurance as he starts feeling embarrassed over his insecurities rather quickly after. A couple of hugs and kisses from your side will fix that right up, though.
ăJAYCE
He has a reputation to keep up. And so, technically, he should always handle things professionally no matter what. People are watching him after all, and his public image can not be tarnished under any circumstance... or so he says. Things change in his mind when they are about you. In general, people know who you are and who you belong to since he rarely shuts up about it.
But every now and then, someone who is somehow unfamiliar with this concept will come up to you and attempt to woo you right in front of his very eyes. Now, Jayce tries to let you handle yourself, but doesn't hesitate to step in either if the person doesn't get the hint. His rather intimidating frame and position as a councilor help him out Immensely with this. He chases them away with a tight smile and a kiss to your head, as he casually asks how he can oh so graciously help them.
Once they leave, he'll pretend not to hear you, of you teasingly asking him if he was jealous. Him? Jealous? Hah! Impossible... okay, maybe a little. But don't tell anyone that.
ăVI
As a pitfighter, Vi doesn't hesitate to get violent with anyone who comes close to the only good thing she has left in her life, which happens to be you. She's extremely protective and makes sure everyone gets the hint regarding who you belong to. But alas, there are always the couple strays that refuse to comprehend that fact and therefore attempt to "steal" you away from her. Something that never ends well for anyone.
Her temper is shorter than it used to be, and that becomes quite clear when she's quick to loom over the person that was pestering you. She knows that you can handle yourself just fine, too. But that doesn't stop her from grabbing their shoulder and asking them if she can help them out instead. Or maybe they want to talk it out in the pit? All the same to her, but the message is clear. She'll win if it comes to you every time, and that's enough to make the person scurry away in terror.
You'll definitely have to calm her down and reassure that you had everything handled. She's just looking out for you, though, and doesn't want you to get hurt, too, like everyone else in her life. The last thing she wants is to mess up again, so her overprotective tendencies will probably never lessen. Not that you kind anyways.
ăCAITLYN
Your role as her partner is crystal clear to absolutely everyone in Piltover, especially after she takes over the troops as their new ruler. She's much more cutthroat and cold than she used to be before her mothers death, which made her extremely overprotective of you and your safety. She may even be suffocating at times with her security measures, but she finds it absolutely necessary. This also means, however, that those who try becoming a bit too friendly with you are always at risk of facing her wrath.
She doesn't hold back with her dismay and is quick to stand before you with a dark, stern glare directed at whoever was flirting with you beforehand. Caitlyn doesn't care if you can take care of yourself or not either. She'll take full advantage of her new position and power too, not hesitating to give the person that was pestering you a professionally worded threat that leaves them as pale as a ghost.
Admittedly, it's hard to tell if she's jealous or just worried in her own way. Before her mother's death, it may very well just be her being a bit jealous... but with her current position, she may also just be afraid to lose you too deep down. And she couldn't handle that.
ăJINX
After Silco's death, Jinx's temper is milder than before due to her deteriorating mental health (if there was anything left of it to begin with). She's a lot calmer when handling situations and seeming more calculated than before, but that certainly doesn't quell the extreme abandonment issues in her at any rate. If anything, they've become much worse than before. This means that she'll cling to you and snap at anyone who nears you. No one is allowed to steal your attention away from her. No one can take you away from her. She just won't allow it when you're all she has left.
And so, she won't hesitate to use her gun on anyone who is pestering you. A death threat or two usually gets the point across anyway. Jinx will also let you handle yourself first, however though, knowing you can easily do that. But if things do get out of hand, she will step right to scare them away at best. She'd never kill anyone infront of you after all. She doesn't want to scare you away.
You'll have to reassure her of your loyalty a lot afterward, however, as her insecurities and issues can make her spiral fairly easily. Giving her a lot of attention and love makes everything go away, though, luckily.
ăSEVIKA
She's very secure in your relationship and trusts you perfectly fine, which is why she rarely ever gets jealous. Why should she, anyway, when you'll always come back to her at the end of the day? Besides, people in the lanes know who you are and who you belong to, and most importantly, what will happen to their faces once she bashes them in if they ever harass you too much.
With that said, though, she typically lets you do your own thing and chase the person away yourself first before bothering to step in. If things get out of hand, then she'll suddenly be right behind you and tower over whoever it is that's not getting the hint. Blowing smoke right into their faces, she'll ask them if they have a problem, and if yes, then they should take it up with her outside. Although everyone knows she's the only one back afterwards. This usually does the trick.
Don't expect her to ever say that she is jealous, though, and hopes you know better, too. She knows you're loyal, as she certainly is for life and therefore doesn't worry about a thing regarding the strength of your relationship.
No one is better than her anyway.
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number one sorcerer (and virgin) .
synopsis: req! in which your boyfriend â notorious for boasting about how good he is in bed â turns out to be all bark and no bite (until you give him some guidance, at least).
pairing: virgin!switch!gojo x f!reader
wc: est. 6k?
incl: unprotected sex, pull-out method, lots of dirty talk, a bit of teaching gojo, petnames, manhandling, size kink, clit play, praise kink, edging (himself), teasing, mocking, fingering, oral (f + slight m), cum swallowing
a/n: ty for awakening smtn in me anon it was nice to be writing a full fic again!! hope im not too rusty,, this is straight up filth tho so mdni
back when satoru and you were just friends, he liked to make it very clear to your circle of peers that he wasnât just good at sex.
no, according to himself, he was some kind of sex god â to match his power level in sorcery, of course.
and obviously, who was anyone to think otherwise? the great gojo satoru; such a cocky and confident demeanour paired with angelic white hair, piercing blue eyes, and a tall sculpted body that other guys at the gym double-take at. him..? a virgin? hah! good one.
satoru believes that heâs done a rather spectacular job at keeping his reputation sky-high.
the only problem was.. now he had a girlfriend with high expectations to please.
since the day youâd gotten together â going multiple months strong â satoru was starting to sweat more and more knowing that his rather crucial fabrication was bound to be brought up sooner or later. you had your needs just like him, and satoru wouldnât blame you if you were a bit worried about why he hasnât initiated anything; yâknow, since he was supposedly eros in human form and all that.
little did you know your boyfriend felt equally frustrated. for slightly different reasons.
âbro, itâd be hot if she was a virgin, but me?!â flopping back against the armrest, gojo lets out a theatrical groan while his best friend â the only other person to know of his dark secret â snickers against the cushions nearby.
âeverythingâd be fine if you didnât pretend to be some incubus that makes girls cum with a snap of his finger,â geto quips unhelpfully.
satoru lifts his head, sneering when he realizes that the raven-haired man was much too busy scrolling on his phone to notice how heâs resting a pair of dirty shoes on his white couch. âthat would be pretty cool..â when he only receives a disgusted glance, he huffs, suddenly feeling a bit vulnerable as his thoughts wander further. âhowâm i even gonna tell her? what if she doesnât trust me anymore?â
at last, suguru looks up with a hint of sympathy in his eyes. âyou know y/n isnât like that. just.. wait for her to initiate something and go with the flow,â he advises, lips curling into a knowing smirk.
âyou find a way to be good at everything, anyway, toru. sheâll be begging for you in no time.â
as usual, geto knows him too well, because those last few words have gojo shooting up from the sofa with a grin. âya think so?â
âhell yeah, man.â the two idiots end the discussion by dapping each other up, a confident gleam in both of their eyes.
only a couple days later, satoru discovers that going with the flow isnât as easy as suguru advised. with your plush lips sucking his bottom one through occasional moans, along with a delicate pair of nails scratching perfectly at his undercut, he already felt himself getting breathless and aroused like a teenager.
perhaps youâve put him under a spell; how is it that he lasts through prolonged battles while barely breaking a sweat, but having your cute hand move to rub up on his abs and pecs send his nerves into overdrive? it wasnât like making out wasnât uncommon for the two of you, this time it just felt so passionate with the way your hips moved to straddle his, tongue practically begging for entrance while the movie on screen was left long forgotten.
gojo canât help but groan as your muscle explores his mouth, core ever so smoothly grinding on his bulge and igniting heat through his entire body. even as you pull away to take a breath, his grip on your waist remains stable as if youâd disappear at any momentâ growing even tighter with the way you bore into his eyes hungrily. âsatoru..â
your unusually seductive voice makes him audibly gulp. âyâ yeah?â he whispers, glancing to the hand thats now moving down over his grey sweats. shit, this was too much, was he dreaming? he should do something, pinch himself beforeâ
âtouch me, please?â as you voice your request, you squeeze his dick so nicely that satoru swears he nearly explodes in his boxers.
he swallows, words getting lost in his throat. âiâ i uh...â
for the first time in history, satoru has been rendered speechless, and you visibly panic at this realization. yet when you try to carefully maneuver off his lap and give him space, the clutch on your waist intensifies. âwhatâ are you okay? whatâs wrong?â you murmur, brows creasing with concern.
though you never brought it up, satoruâs worry about your confusion was correct; youâd been expecting him to jump your bones a week into your relationship, but seeing how he never forced anything and remained respectful was cute.. at first. after a month of rejection and being pushed away whenever things got too heated, insecurities were bound to start brewing inside you.
he better have a damn good explanation.
âiâm fine,â he reassures, âitâs justâ i should probably tell you something..â refusing to meet your eyes, the sorcerer resorts to drawing shapes against the skin under your t-shirt. in other situations, this would feel soothing, relaxing even â but currently, his lacking and lingering touch made you want to rip the hairs off your head.
all you wanted was to finally get a taste of your steaming hot boyfriend. what could he possibly need to say right now? you ponder, hasnât he been dying to finally show off how amazing he is in bed?
âyes..?â
âitâs actually a funny story, ahaha..â he stalls, chuckling nervously as you turn his jaw to make eye contact. a feeling of impatience and neediness pulls through you, but you contain yourself with a deep breath.
âspit it out, satoru.â
there was no going back now, right? âso.. iâve uhâ iâve never actually done this before.â
you blink.
âyouâre a virgin?â
it was difficult to believe your own words; it sounded wrong no matter how hard you tried to wrap your head around it. satoru being inexperienced? the satoru with a rock hard 6 pack? the satoru with biceps that bulge out of his shirts and a face sharp enough to be sculpted by aphrodite herself? your satoru?
it sounded ridiculous, but the ugly pout rising across his lips tells you that it wasnât a prank after all. âhey, donât call me that, now it sounds way worse!â
a sigh escapes your lips, arms folded across your chest. âso all those never have i ever games and stories you told about one night stands wereâ mph!" before you know it, a large hand is covering your mouth.
âlisten, how about we talk about this after having some fun?â a surprisingly determined gleam shines in your boyfriendâs icy blue eyes, making your thighs clench together in excitement.
who were you to say no to that?
â
next thing you know, pillows support your back as a shirtless satoru lies directly in front of your clothed crotch, hot breath making you wiggle around impatiently.
âjusâ just take it off me, toru. so damn slowââ
âbaby,â he scolds, looking genuinely upset, âthis is my first time seeing a pussy in real life and youâre ruining it with your lack of patience.â
you can only roll your eyes and groan, head flopping back against the cushions in boredom. there was no way to predict how satoruâs first time would go, but you never expected itâd be this agonizing on your end â nor that heâd be so bossy.
though luckily, after another deep breath, your panties are gently tugged down your legs, and satoru can only inhale as he watches your poor hole clench around nothing. it only made sense that after all that dry humping and making out that your neediness increased, and it didnât help that you could clearly see the way satoru was not only rock hard, but much bigger than average through his grey sweats.
âooh.. oh shit..â like the invasive pervert he is, satoru moves even closer to the point where your thighs rest on his muscular shoulders before taking two fingers to spread your lips apart. this way, he has a clear view of the place that needs him most, and it makes a furious blush blossom on your cheeks.
âsâ satoru.. what are you doing?â now you felt like the virgin, desperately attempting to shut your legs with no avail. damn this big idiot and his strength.
suddenly, his piercing eyes snap up to you, a feral look in his gaze. âshit, howâm i gonna fit in this little hole?â
you canât deny the way his dirty words does something to you â not that youâd ever admit it. âthatâs why you gotta prep me, toru. yâknow..â you gulp, âfingering, or like.. eating me out.â
in response, you get a cheshire grin. âsounds fun. show me how you do it, sweets.â
âw-what?â
satoru leans back, attemping to hold in a mischievous smile. âhow else am i gonna learn?â
even masturbating alone makes you flush in slight embarassment, so doing it in front of someone else â your cheeky, shamleess boyfriend no less â had you drowning in nerves. the bigger problem was that his words held a strong point; youâre supposed to be teaching him for his first time and ensuring itâs as enjoyable as possible.
these reminders make you mumble out a gentle fine, breath stuttering as you spread your legs further for the man in front of you.
satoru is now resting his weight on the palms of his hands, looking laid back and relaxed, but evidently still focused at the way your fingers move to unclasp your bra with skill. âdamn..â as your tits are freed, he finds himself needing to adjust his sweatpants and nearly letting out a pathetic noise you would definitely tease him for.
you gulp, trying to ignore his blatant gawking. âitâs good to.. yâknow, tease a bit before getting straight to it. makes it feel better â for me, at least,â you explain while massaging your chest, hiding surprise at the way he sternly nods in understanding.
now that you think about it, something tells you this is the most focused satoru has ever been in a learning environment.
after a bit more pinching and fondling, your hands slide down to your stomach and thighs, trying to get your breathing to relax. having gojo watch you do something so private was.. surreal, but you know for a fact youâve never been this wet before, if that meant anything.
once you finally move down to your most intimate part, satoru takes a deep breath. he watches as you use your fingers to reveal a small bundle of nerves, pulsing and desperate for attention. âthis is the clit, toru. sâvery important.â
his eyes light up. âoh, i know that one!â he announces proudly, âi remember suguru saying i have to.. uh, worship it or something.â
you snicker at the thought of geto giving out sex pointers. âmhm, sometimes penetration isnât enough, so you need to give it attention or i canât really finish.â
gently, you start massaging the bud in circles, humming at the feeling of finally getting some type of relief. you move down to your hole to collect some of your wetness before bringing it back up, letting out a moan in satisfaction.
the way satoru licks his lips as you finally plunge a finger into your wetness has you shivering, but you remind yourself that for now, this was simply a demonstration and that youâd get a taste of him later.
after adding another, you attempt to reach your sweet spot by curling upwards, but it seems that even your hopelessly inexperienced boyfriend could tell that it was getting nowhere.
âaw,â he pouts teasingly, âlilâ fingers canât reach anything, huh?â
âshutâ shut up, satoru.â
before you know it, heâs moved onto his stomach again, face to face with your pussy and gripping your now soaked fingers. âyou use these pathetic things when yâmasturbate, huh? imagining my dick while having such tiny fingers up your cunt? kinda offended, babe..â
you feel your tummy flip, where did he learn to talk like that?
âdo you have to be so vulgââ youâre cut off by a choking gasp as a warm, wet muscle licks a stripe from your hole all the way to your clit.
âthanks for the lesson. âthink i got it from here,â is all satoru says before heâs diving in, slurping up as much of your essence as possible before latching his plush lips right onto your poor little clit.
you canât help but wiggle around at the jump in stimulation, but that only lasts about five seconds before a muscular arm presses you firmly against the mattress, rendering you trapped and unable to escape to his ministrations.
âhey, slow down!â your words are coincidentally yelped out right as he wiggles a much bigger finger into you. it explores your insides eagerly, caressing and feeling up what satoru believes will be his new favourite place.
âwow..â sluuurp, âso warm nâ soft in here..â he happily mumbles against your pussy. the vibrations of his now deeper voice shoot through you like electricity, eliciting another choked whine from your throat.
it felt like he was just toying with you; looking way too content drinking up everything you offered, fluid rushing down his chin and nose pushed firmly against your pelvis to inhale your scent.
suddenly, heâs jabbing his fingertip right into that pocket of sunshine that makes your eyes roll back, a loud whimper leaving your throat before you could stop it. âsatoru, right there!â he swiftly seperates from your clit just to mumble out a here? in confirmation, prodding your sweet spot over and over in record breaking speed.
when you nod, he grins smugly, now adding another finger to stretch you further. âmmmph, this is pretty fun. could lie here all night.â
luckily, you barely process his words, much too busy enjoying the best finger-fuck of your life â and this was only his first time, you remember, what will the bastard do to you once heâs got some practice in?
a shaking hand tumbles into his snowy locks, attempting to pull him back weakly. âwait, mâgonna cum, toruââ
gojo growls almost animalistically, tugging your hand back onto the sheets. âthen fuckinâ do it,â he demands. âcâmon, iâve earned it, right?â then, he sucks even harder, fingers slamming and curling and making the loudest squelch youâve ever heard.
âsee?â he continues, âlilâ cunt wants to cum so bad for me. knows who 'er owner is already.â his filthy words definitely take part in the way your orgasm hits like a train, body shaking and toes curling as you let the feeling of bliss take over you. you flinch at how swiftly his tongue licks up everything you give him, the fingers in his hair tugging harder in overstimulation.
âtoruuuuu..â
he simpers, tasting his cum-covered lips. âyeeees?â
âthisâ this is your first time, i should be making you feel good.â
slowly but surely, your eyes reopen, meeting your boyfriendâs relaxed gaze as he rubs your thigh affectionately. âdunno what youâre talking about, i felt pretty good just now.â when you only pout further, he snickers, pushing some of his bangs back smoothly. âcâmon, thereâs lots of time for you to get me off later. mâ too excited for the main event..â
at last, he reaches for his sweatpants, more than excited to tug them down and finally give his aching cock some freedom. satoru doesnât think heâs ever had a more painful boner in his life, but it was all worth seeing you release all over his tongue and fingers.
right as he finishes untying the knot, pale fingers drifting up to the waistband, youâre smacking him away to make room for your own hands. he watches with an open mouth as you pull his boxers down along with his pants, leaky, hard cock springing free and nearly hitting you in the face.
shit, of course his dick is perfect too. with a bit of white hair at the base, bulging veins adorned the entirety of his massive length, and the tip â shit, the tip was even bigger than the rest, mushroom shaped and angry red. his balls looked equally agitated and full â the epitome of breeder balls, and you gulped at the thought of him filling you up with everything they had.
now his question from earlier made sense, and he seems to be enjoying the realization on your face from his spot kneeling on the bed. âlike whatâcha see?â he coos, one big hand lowering to relieve the aching in his balls.
âtoru, i donât know if youâll even fit. whyâ why do you have to be so big?â itâs annoying, you want to say â but the white-haired man has already laid back and manhandled you onto his chiseled stomach, a yelp escaping you at his suddenness.
heâs smiling so hard at your little dilemma that itâs almost sick, hands resting behind his head cockily. âtell me more while you ride me, baby.â
after processing that all youâve been doing is feeding his size kink and inflating his already massive ego, you frown. âiâm serious, toru!â
âwhat!? iâm serious too!â the man defends with fake innocence, blue eyes shining in glee. âyouâre the expert here, remember? âsupposed to be teaching me how itâs done.â
all you do is grumble whilst moving down to sit between the sorcererâs thighs, lightly prepping him with your fist and a dribble of spit from your mouth that has the white-haired male biting his lip. âfuck..â satoru canât recall how many times heâs masturbated to the mental image of this exact moment, but now that it was finally happening, he promised himself to savor it as much as possible.
when you move to finally straddle him, hole hovering just above his length, he begins bucking his hips up desperately. âhurryyyâŠâ
âare you in heat or something?â you snort, giving him a dirty glare as if you werenât about to let him inside you.
âfor you? yeah.â satoru offers you a cheesy wink and grin that dissipates the second your warmth encloses his aching tip. his hands slowly move up to grip your waist, jaw clenching in an attempt to not slam you down to his balls right then.
ângh⊠fuuuck, baby,â he groans as you ever so carefully move down another inch. âjesus.. youâre sooo damn tight. dunnoâ how youâre even taking me..â
you squeeze your eyes shut in attempt to bare the discomfort for him, a slight crease growing between your brows. âsatoru, fuckâ hurts..â he immediately reopens his eyes in worry, searching for a way to take your pain away.
yes, he could already tell that he enjoyed being meaner with you in bed â but itâs never fun if you donât feel good as well. though he luckily recalls your lesson from earlier, moving a soft thumb down to massage your clit in tight circles.
when you jolt and nearly faceplant into his neck, he only grins proudly, now using one veiny hand to help push you further onto him. âtheeere we go.. aw, feel better?â
âmhm, feels full..â you mumble back, looking down to see that you â unbelievably â still had a couple inches to go.
satoru feels like heâs about to burst on the other hand, thriving in pure ecstasy at the feeling of your walls massaging him just perfectly. he canât help but thrust up and force his last inches inside you, an echoing smack! of skin against skin singing through the room and eliciting a startled yelp from your throat.
âtoru!â despite your scolding, you canât deny the perfection in which his tip kissed your g-spot effortlessly. his hands felt ever so soothing, comfortingly running up and down as you sat impaled on his cock, wiggling around to get comfortable and ruining him in the process.
just as you start to adjust, you feel yourself being lifted up. âmâ sorry sweets..â gojo suddenly voices, âi canât..â
âhuh? what do you mâah!â youâre flipped onto your back before you know it, knees resting on the shoulders of your boyfriend who has a gleam in his pupils that youâve quite frankly never seen before; he looked feral.
satoru carefully pulls out until only his tip is encased in your warmth, and everything is calm for a moment. you both take a deep breath, and he smiles down at your already fucked-out face with pride. âsatoruââ
then heâs pushing back in with all the strength his massive hips can produce, and you think if it werenât for his hands wrapped around your thighs, you wouldâve got pushed off the bed entirely. you unintentionally let out the loudest sound of the night, and this sets him off.
now he was getting brutal, bullying your cunt with hit after hit against the spot that has drool dripping down your cheek and eyes crossing. you canât even stop the pathetic noises and symphonies of right there! that leave your lips, no matter how hot your cheeks flush in embarrassment. it felt as though every time his dick jabbed back in he was right up in your tummy, veins pulsing and ensuring your pussy is molded to the perfect sleeve for him.
âtoru, shitâ nghh, faster, please! feels sâgood!â
ânghh, toru, faster! ahaha..â he mocks you â of course he does, but picks up the pace nonetheless â now holding your lower body up so that your knees dangle higher over his shoulders and each stroke is angled exactly where you want him. âso cute when youâre gettinâ stuffed full, baby.â
he leers as you send him the harshest expression you can manage, reaching down for your clit and giggling as you start squirming in an attempt to escape the overwhelming pleasure. this bastard is having way too much fun, you realize, moans being forced out of you almost tauntingly.
tonight you discover that satoruâs way of fucking is rather animalistic, frantic, thrilling, and with the sole purpose of making you both feel as good as possible. if you want him to go slow or make love to you, youâd probably have to ask beforehand â or perhaps tie him up so you could have your fun in peace.
if your insides werenât being rearranged, youâd grin at the thought of your boyfriend restrained and at your mercy. another night, you promise yourself.
âtightest pussy ever fâmy first time baby.. haah.. canât believe iâve been missinâ out on this.â for once, something praising comes out of his big mouth, breathes getting cut short every time you involuntarily squeeze him harder. he swears thereâs no better feeling then what you were giving him right now, not even singlehandedly resurrecting himself using the reversed curse technique.
and while no injuries have ever left a scar on gojo satoru, he decides that the claw marks youâre ruthlessly digging into his back will stay as long as his body allows â why should he hide how good heâs made you feel despite being a virgin an hour prior?
maybe if heâs in the mood to brag, heâll show them to suguru later.
âfeels good toru, fuckinâ me so good,â you feel the way his whole body reacts to your praises, a deep growl melting from his lips as the sounds of skin slapping increasingly grows in volume.
âbabyyy,â he pants, legs being held higher while he digs deeper into your guts, âmâgonna cum.. need you to cum with me.â the twitching of his length inside you gave away the fact that gojo has practically been on the edge ever since he pushed into you â and while he knows itâs completely normal to cum prematurely on your first time, when has he ever not gone above expectations?
in a split second youâre flipped onto your hands and knees, veiny hands pushing you into a deep arch while your boyfriend gives his body a moment to relax, pinching his base (a rather perverted method heâs learned by edging himself while masturbating) between his thumb and pointer.
when you needily wiggle your hips in an attempt to find his cock again, he grins boyishly. âlookinâ for this?â he sings the words right before plunging his entire length back into you, abusing your g-spot while a lanky finger impressively finds the bud between your legs right away (a skill that most âexperiencedâ men youâve previously been with fail to achieve), circling and pinching in a frantic attempt to make your orgasms arrive in sync.
âfucking hell.." you whine, the new angle making his tip bump against spots that have never been rubbed before. âcan feel you so deep..â
âoh yeah?â his bicep pulls you up so your head rests on his broad shoulder, now victim to the filth being whispered directly into your ear. âmâ i doing good? fuckinâ this lilâ pussy nice and deep like she needs?â
when you nod, he beams like a maniac, seemingly encouraged to pound you even harder as his hips pick up the pace. âdamn, âthink iâm already a pro at this, huh?â
for the sake of your sanity, you ignore his bragging. âtoru, donât stop. iâmâ iâm gonna..â
âyouâre gonnaaa?â he derides, kissing the corner of your lip sweetly. âtell me, baby.â
âgonna cum for you, please.â satoru almost decides to fill you up at those words, but his self control is just a bit stronger. he feels the way your cunt is pulsing, body practically shaking as you get closer and closer to release, and heâs determined to help you reach it.
his thrusts get a bit sloppier, and youâre too busy basking in your own pleasure to see the eye-candy that is gojo biting his swollen lips, sweat dripping down his temples all the way to his solid abs, snowy bangs a tad bit moist against his forehead. he looked like the definition of temptation; straight out of a wet dream with stamina that seemingly never declined.
âme too, baby. câmon, cum on this dick. sâall yours to ruin.â
you moan as you allow yourself to let go, toes curling and nails digging into his toned forearms ecstatically. âthaaatâs it, good girl.. ahah.. such a good girl fâme.â he talks you through it as if heâs done so a million times, both of you looking down to watch your release coat his dick and the crumpled sheets below.
at his praise, you squeeze him just a bit tighter, making his lips curl up in interest. âmy girl likes being praised, huh? yeah.. doing so good makinâ a mess on me..â
he pulls out, carefully lowering you to the mattress before tugging on his dick in hopes of reaching his own peak. satoru forces himself to open his eyes just enough to admire the view of you fucked out below him, body shaking slightly as you recover from the intense waves of your orgasm.
ây/n,â he abruptly whines, patting your shoulder with a subtle urgency in his voice.
â..mhmm?â
âwhere can i cum? quick babyâ please, iâve been holding this for way too longââ this has your body moving, eyes popping open as you swiftly bend down so your mouth hovers directly in front of him.
you replace his fist with yours as soft lips move to suckle harsly on his leaking tip, and now itâs gojo who has his eyes rolling back; whimpers flying out of his throat every time your tongue massages the delicate underside, sending visible shocks through his body. âfuck!â he can only curse and run his fingers through your hair for support while you pump him dry. âjust like that, good.. haah.. good fuckinâ girl, shiiit.â
youâve never seen your boyfriend â the strongest â look so pathetic and desperate, but it only spurs you on further, enjoying the way he continues to blabber about how pretty you are and how heâs gonna fill your mouth like he would your pussy. in response, you greedily hum around him, licking through his slit as if you were pleading the little hole to give you what you deserved.
and only moments later, satoruâs words become reality; though he attempts to keep revelling in the feeling of your warm lips and hands, his body stills in place instinctively, one last warning tumbling out of his throat as your mouth is flooded with rope after rope of bitterly sweet fluid.
it seems like your accusations about his breeder balls were correct, because once it starts it seemingly never ends; cum now overflowing from the corners of your lips as you struggle to swallow frequently enough to not choke on how much he deposits.
meanwhile, gojo feels like he is quite literally ascending, everything becoming unimportant next to you and the feeling of pleasure being forced through him like an overwhelming earthquake, pulse after pulse as you suck him for all heâs worth.
âthasâ right.. take every damn drop, baby.â when satoru looks down and earns a glimpse of the white fluid trickling down your chin, his dick twitches in your mouth. âgod, youâre so sexy..â
once he was done, you both flop onto the bed in exhaustion, and while the vulnerable moment has utmost potential to become something cute and memorable, a certain blue-eyed bastard decides to open his mouth once again.
âwhatâre you huffinâ and puffinâ for?â he sasses, shamelessly eyeing the way your tits rose and fell with every breath you took. âall you did was lie there while i had a full body workout!â
you take a very deep breath. âi just let you put your dick inside me. shut the fuck up.â
at your reminder of whatâd just occurred, he grins like an idiot. âyouâre right, thank you.â theyâre soft, but he ensures his words are as audible and genuine as he can make them.
satoru isnât exactly the best with words, but he knows damn well that â despite all the bullshit he'd spouted at those parties â youâre the only person he wanted to have his first time with, and the fact that you allowed his wish to become reality is something heâll forever be grateful for.
âi love you..â you soften. âeven if youâre a pillow princess.â you stiffen again.
nothing could stay lovey-dovey with him for too long.
a fake cry is pulled from his lips as you rudely smack his shoulder. âi tried to ride you but you flipped me over after ten seconds!â
âitâs not my fault you're as slow as a fuckin' snail!â
somehow, you both make it to the washroom despite all the banter. just as you bend over in hopes of starting the shower up, a mean spank is delivered to your ass.
when you turn to meet the culprit, he only narrows his eyes at you playfully. âround two, mâlady?â itâs almost like his voice lowers on purpose, dirty words rumbling in his throat, knowing what it did to your body.
you do your best to send him a disappointed glance anyway. âday one of not being a virgin and youâre already the horniest man i know.â
after following you inside, his fluffy hair flattens from the steamy water before nudging you back, encasing you between him and the solid wall.
âi might be willing to overlook the fact that you know other horny men if you agree to some very loving, extremely intimate making out,â he requests with a smirk, sleek nose poking yours in a much gentler way than expected.
you still send him a distrusting raise of your brow. âonly making out, huh?â
the dirty smirk he sends you is all you need to know, along with his hardened dick pressing against your thigh as he moves in to kiss you.
what have you gotten yourself into?
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Feels Like Home
[Logan Howlett x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: You decide to take it upon yourself to become best friends with Wadeâs new grumpy addition to the family (much to Loganâs dismay).
WC: 2453
Category: Fluff, Sunshine!Reader x Grumpy!Logan trope {TW: Bar Fight, Handsy Drunk Dude, Mentions of Blood + Bruising}.
[Dedicated to: @iluvloganhowlett] I finished it for you!! (Iâm shocked at the speed too donât worry đ). Hopefully this fluffiness will help add onto the low supply out there.
And incase anyone hasnât seen it yet: DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT
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Youâve always had a keen eye when it came to others. Itâs mostly why you and Wade get along so well; youâre the one person who can see straight through him. And while it means you are very close, it also meant that you can easily tell when something is going on with someone you don't know that well, like the tall, brooding man named Logan, who had just joined the club of misfits.
You could tell by the way he carried himself that he had been through hell and back. He was quiet, grumpy, and had a tendency to snap at Wade, which, most of the time, was a well-deserved snapping.
You could also tell that there was more to him. He wasn't just a grumpy guy; there was something about him that made you want to be his friend. Maybe it was the sadness in his eyes, or maybe it was how lonely he looked.
Either way, you knew he was in need of a good friend, and you wanted to be that friend. Not a pestering one like Wade, but the kind of friend that just makes you feel a bit better.
So, when you spotted him, downing glass after glass of whiskey for the third day in a row, you just knew you had to help.
And he hated it. Oh, man, he absolutely hated it. You were such a happy ray of sunshine, always smiling, always laughing. He found it so fucking annoying. He couldn't deal with you and your constant positivity. It was like you were the PG-13 version of the breathing ballsack next to you.
But you wouldn't give up. Every time you saw him, you would try to cheer him up by making silly jokes, giving him small gifts, or even just sending him encouraging smiles.
He didn't want any of it, but it seemed you were too stubborn to listen. Every small note youâd given him was left crinkled in the trash; every gift was placed away without ever being touched. Your smile never got a response.
That is, until one day, as you walked by him, he mumbled something that almost made you trip over.
"Thanks."
You stopped in your tracks and turned around to face him, a look of disbelief on your face. You had tried so hard to cheer him up for the past few weeks, and this was the only thing you got from him? You couldn't believe it.
You had spent so much time and effort trying to make him feel better, and this was all he could say to you?
You wanted to hug him. To scream to the skies and celebrate that he finally accepted your kindness.
You held the restraint to do so, though. You didnât want to cause him to close off again, and so instead, you sent him a soft smile, and a small nod, before you resumed walking (running) to your friends.
The next day, however, you were met with the biggest surprise of your life.
Logan was sitting at the bar, drinking. He didn't look too different, still dressed in his trademark blue jeans and flannel shirt, but his face was still holding that sadness you had grown used to seeing on him.
You walked over to him and sat down beside him, that classic smile of yours plastered on your face.
"Hi!"
He groaned. "You're not going to leave me alone, are you?"
"Nope!" You replied cheerfully, popping the 'p.'
He grumbled under his breath and downed the last of his drink, signaling to the bartender for another.
"Come on, Wolvie," you said, nudging his shoulder. "Lighten up. Life's not that bad, is it?"
He turned to glare at you, his dark brown eyes piercing into yours. "It's Logan," he said, his voice a low growl.
You shrugged and leaned closer to him, propping your elbow on the counter. This was the usual partâthe part where he would give vocal responses while you carried on your one-sided conversation with him.
The difference this time, the surprise of it all, was when a person approached the both of you. Mind you, a very drunk person.
"Heyyyyy, baby girl," he slurred, his hand landing on your shoulder.
You turned to him, and he was looking you up and down with that gaze you knew had only one intention. You still smiled, though, and politely moved his hand off your shoulder.
"Uh, hi?" You answered unsurely.
He slammed his elbow on the counter, his palm on his fist. "You are gorgeous," he commented, and you had to hold back the laughter that was bubbling in your throat.
"Thank you," you chuckled.
Logan scoffed, rolling his eyes, but you paid him no mind. Usual behavior from him, nothing new.
"No, really," the stranger continued, moving his arm around your shoulders, "I think you're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."
"Well, I'm glad you think so," you answered, still chuckling. "But, I think you're a little drunk."
"Drunk on love," he responded, "Say, wanna get out of here? I'll show you a real good time."
Here comes the awkward part, you thought.
You shook your head, and removed his arm from around your shoulders. "Thank you for⊠uh, the kind offer," you answered, "But, no, thank you."
You expected him to shrug it off and leave or to just be a dick, as many drunken guys are. But no, this guy did not know how to take a hint.
Instead, he tightened his grip around you and pulled you closer to him, his free hand moving down your waist. "Come on, baby," he said, his words slurring. "You know you want to."
You sighed. You were really hoping it wouldn't have to come to this.
You were about to speak, to politely, yet firmly, tell him to leave you alone, but before you could open your mouth, a gruff voice beat you to it.
"She said no,"
He didnât even look at the man or you. His eyes were still fixated on the counter as if he was talking to his glass, but he had turned his head a bit to the side so that you could hear him clearly.
The drunk stranger was startled by the sudden intervention. He let go of you and looked over at Logan, confusion clear in his face.
"Who the hell are you?" he asked, his brows furrowed.
"Does it matter?" Logan grumbled.
"Yeah, it does," the stranger retorted, his slurring voice suddenly getting serious. "If I'm gonna be having fun, I don't want an audience."
Oh, how you hated confrontations.
Logan just scoffed with a slight hint of a smile, shaking his head as he still refused to turn around.
"Trust me, pal," he replied, "I ain't interested in watching you do anything."
"Good." He went back to his obnoxious grin, now directing his attention back to you. Oh, man, he was an eyesore.
"So, how about it, beautiful? Wanna head somewhere else?" He slurred.
You were about to reply, again, with a polite rejection, but your shoulder was being grabbed at again, and if it wasnât for the small training session that Colossus had put you through, you were sure you would have lost your footing.
"Can you let go of me, please?" You asked politely, but the man was a brick wall.
"Nah, sweetheart," he shook his head, and the movement was so intense, you could almost hear the alcohol sloshing around in his head, "You're comin' with me. Trust me, youâll be perfectly taken care of."
That was when the sound of glass slamming against the counter reached your ears, and you didn't have to see the source of the sound to know it was Mr. Grumps.
What you struggled for what seemed like an eternity, he took that needy arm away from your shoulders within a fraction of a second. It was almost shocking how quick he was, but then again, you knew what he was capable of.
With you safe against the counter, Logan turned to face the stranger, his face still showing that same neutral expression as before, though his eyes held an intensity that made the man flinch.
Normal people would believe he had the patience of a saint. But you werenât a normal person. You knew this was dangerously close to making him lose it.
"Uh, Logan⊠maybe we shouldâ"
But your words fell on deaf ears. The only thing that Logan could hear was the weak excuses the guy was trying to give as he tried to pull his hand from the tight grasp Logan had it in.
"Hey, man," he stuttered, his words slurring as the panic set in, "Whatâs your problem? Let go of me!
But Logan had no intentions of doing so. He held the stranger's arm firmly, his grip growing tighter until he could hear a small crack coming from the guy's bones.
"What's your damage, huh?" the guy continued, trying his best to keep his voice from breaking. "It's just a little fun, right, baby?"
You cringed as his eyes fell back onto you, and the pleading tone of his voice was beginning to make your skin crawl.
"Look, uh," you started, looking anywhere but his eyes, "I don't thinkâ"
"Listen," the man continued, and your eyes fell shut. God, he was just not going to stop. "Maybe you can join us? Huh, big boy? Thatâs what it is, right? You want her all for yourself?"
Uh, oh.
"Logan, donâtâ"
It was too late. He had already snapped, and with a grunt, he pulled the man closer to him, his other hand forming a fist around his shirt.
"Wanna say that again?" He growled. "Do it. I dare you."
The man was trembling in his grasp, but he was clearly too drunk to understand the danger he was in.
"Oh, I'm sorry, are you her boyfriend?" He taunted, and the fact that he had the guts to do so while his hand was in a painful hold was astonishing, even for you. "Or are you just some guy with a crush? Cause, honestly, it's pretty pathetic. You can't even ask her out."
His words had Logan seeing red, and before you could do anything, the guy was pushed away and was about to be on the receiving end of one of the strongest punches you've ever seen.
So, riskily, to protect yourself and him from being thrown out of his favorite place, you jumped off the stool and slid in between them as he launched his punch, just stopping inches away from your face.
"Please," you said, your palms up and in front of you, as if that would do anything to stop the rage he was feeling, "Please, calm down."
"Calm down?" He repeated, his voice rising. "Are you kidding me?"
"You need to let it go," you told him. "He's drunk, Logan. He doesn't know what he's saying."
"And, what," he retorted, his anger slowly fading away, "Does it look like I give a single fuck about that?"
You sighed, your eyes meeting his, and that was enough for him to finally give in. His clenched fist dropped, and he released a frustrated sigh.
The dude behind you started laughing, his voice sounding as if he was trying to make fun of a fight scene.
"So," he chuckled, "That's it, huh? You're not gonna do shit? Youâre just as pathetic as aâ"
He gently moved you aside, and in an instant, the man was lying on the floor with a bloody nose, a black eye, and a few broken ribs.
You could only hold your head in your hands, knowing very well the mess you were about to have to deal with.
And it didn't take long.
As soon as Logan stepped away from the drunk idiot, security was on him, grabbing his arms and restraining him. He couldnât care less, though, as he held a sadistic grin on his face, pleased with his work while being escorted out.
And, so, there, the two of you were on the steps of the apartment building. You, holding your hands in your lap, and he, staring up at the night sky.
The air was warm, the city lights were dim, and the sky was covered in clouds. There was an odd silence between the two of you, which wasnât really all that odd, but the events of the night had changed the atmosphere.
"Thanks," you spoke, breaking the quiet. "For, you know, standing up for me."
"He was a douche," he stated, his voice gruff. "Someone had to send that fucktart crying home to mommy."
"You shouldnât have done that, though," you told him. "Now, youâre probably banned from the bar. I know it's your favorite."
"Eh," he shrugged, "Booze is booze. There are plenty more places to get drunk."
You didn't respond. Instead, you focused your attention on the small bugs flying around the dim light next to the door.
"You shouldn't be thanking me, anyway," he continued, turning to you. That was new. "I should be the one thanking you."
You looked at him, your brows furrowed. This whole conversation was getting weird. "Uh, what for?" You asked, confused.
"For putting up with me," he replied, shrugging.
"Putting up with you?" You repeated, not understanding. "I don't understand."
"Y'know," he continued, his gruff voice a little less gruff. "Sticking around. Being friendly. Having⊠patience. I can beâŠI can be a real dick. Honestly, I still don't get why you keep trying."
The smile that found its way to your lips waa the most genuine one he's ever seen. Your eyes were full of kindness and understanding, and your lips, which usually held a grin or a smirk, were turned upwards in a soft, gentle smile.
"Logan," you said, your voice low. "You may be a grump, and you might not be the friendliest guy, but that doesn't mean you don't deserve kindness. Everyone deserves that⊠or at least a little bit of it."
He scoffed. "That's funny," he replied, turning his head away.
You furrowed your brows and cocked your head, confused. "What is?" You asked.
"I used to think," he began, "That no one would ever look at me in the way you do. Not after what Iâve done⊠not after what I am."
"You're a good man, Logan," you told him. "You proved who you were when you willingly helped Wade."
"Maybe," he sighed, his gaze meeting yours. "But, there's still a lot you don't know about me. I'm not exactly a knight in shining armor."
"Oh, my dear, Wolvie," you said playfully, leaning closer to him and placing your palm on his shoulder, "You never were."
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âthe king of curses doesnât like sharing. especially not when it comes to his partner.â
âïžïœtags. heian era!sukuna x female reader. sfw/fluff ? ig. set in the heian era, duh. jealousy & possessive themes. size difference (reader gets referred to as small!). tried to be realistic w/ sukunaâs characterisation so. . . donât be surprised to read about him killing somebody. therefore, mentions of blood. reader is implied to have a fear of blood (dw sukuna takes care of it teehee). reader gets called 'brat'. not beta read; this sucks ass.
you were taking a stroll outside of the estate, the hem of the floral kimono youâre wearing lightly dragging along behind you. the weather was perfect with not a single cloud in sight.
a pair of silent footsteps follow yours and you sigh. even though it was an usual occurrence, you still arenât used to having one of sukunaâs servants at your side at all times. your over protective lover insisted that it was for your own âsafetyâ. as if anything or anyone could harm you whilst you stay within the four walls of the estate far up in the mountains.
sukuna is continuously busy and thus decided to assign you a personal maid that accompanies you and takes care of your every need when he isnât able to. well - looking at the bright side of things - at least she tries her best to hide her presence from you. she tags along silently and only speaks when spoken to.
you stop near a sakura tree and tilt your head back to admire its beauty. after a few minutes pass, you hear a different pair of footsteps walking up your way. you turn your head and see a familiar male servant approaching you with his head held low.
his hands were holding onto a platter with a cup of warm tea and a few of your favorite delicacies. the brown-haired man greets you politely. maybe a bit too politely as his voice carries a bright smile, âgood afternoon, my lady.â
you return the greeting with a smile of your own. it was like you to treat the servants around the estate with kindness and care â a total opposite of the king of curses. you take a pastry from the platter and look back up at the man, âthank you for bringing me these. i appreciate it greatly.â
the way you treat the ones of lower status has always been an admirable trait of yours. it might have stirred some forbidden feelings for you in the heart of the male servant. he knows that it was impossible - heâd seen how easily sukuna gets rid of those who get too close to you.
but, he isnât here. the king of curses isnât present in the current moment. the brown-haired male shifts in his place a little, fingernails digging into the material of the plate he was holding. he was going to do it â no one could hold him back. not even the maid who stood a couple steps away.
ây-you look very beautiful, my lady.â the servant stutters and bows his head at you. you are surprised to hear such a flattering sentence leave the lips of the man in front of you. none of the men around you had dared to be this straightforward in ages. they all knew the possible consequences that such actions could bring after all.
perhaps it was due to the absent intimidating presence of your lover. still, you canât help but feel grateful. you giggle softly, covering your mouth with your free hand, âthank you so much.â
the male servant gulps at the sound of your laughter. âoh, how lucky the king of curses is - to have such a beautiful woman at his side,â the man thought to himself. he was sure that he could treat you better than the indifferent sukuna himself.
he hesitates to continue the conversation for a second. there was an urge deep within him; to ask if youâd like to have some tea with him in the dining area. it would be extremely bold and maybe way out of line considering that youâre taken.
but, the way you reacted to his earlier compliment gave him a huge confidence boost. one that would sooner or later send him to his grave.
âwould you perhaps be interested in joining me for a drink, my lady?â the servant asks and anything that happens after that instant, is all but a blur.
you canât process the next few moments as everything happens way too fast. the last thing you remember seeing, was the servant before you. a sudden gust of wind passes by and the sounds of quick slashes fill your ears. you couldnât figure out anything else as your vision gets blocked by something. or rather - someone.
a familiar and large hand covers the back of your head. the scent of the person holding you is also oddly familiarâa certain scent that made a shiver run down your spine from both excitement and light fear.
âsukuna?â you guess and guess correctly. your voice was muffled due to your face being smushed against his torso. you didnât yet understand what happened, so you try to pull your body away from the king of curses, only for his grip on you to tighten.
sukunaâs face was as emotionless as ever. his eyes look down at the pile of blood near your feet â what was once a human being had now turned into nothing but a pure crimson liquid.
âfoolish. absolutely foolish.â the king of curses grumbles, his tone filled with disgust. he doesnât soften the grip on your body for even a moment. one of his four arms holds you captive against him, his hand firmly yet somehow tenderly cradling your head just above his midriff, âit seems that i cannot leave this place for a single second.â
sukuna glances at your personal maid who had been bowing to him the moment he appeared out of thin air. she could feel his piercing gaze on her and knew exactly what to do without being told: to clean up the mess that stained the gardenâs pavement.
âsukuna,â you try to move your head again, but was still restricted. you let out a small whine in response. you just wanted to see your lover after spending an entire day without him. any thoughts about that servant from earlier had long vanished, âi want to see you. can i?â
the request is an innocent one. there isnât a visible change in sukuna's expression, but the way you asked him that was quite. . . endearing, if he were to explain it. he would comply if it wasnât for the literal bloodbath he created. which he doesnât want you to witness.
ânot yet.â he replies and effortlessly uses one of his arms to pick your small body up. your lover notices how you try to steal a glimpse at the scene behind you while he moves you around in his embrace. he grunts and gently smacks the back of your head, âno peeking, brat. do as told.â
sukuna knows how much you hate the sight of blood. he's being considerate towards you â even if you do not realise that just yet. however, he also does not have a single regret about murdering that servant. it was to be expected. anybody who dares to make a move on his woman should suffer his wrath.
plus, it's not like you don't know about sukuna's ruthless actions. youâve come to get used to them; more and more male servants keep dissappearing without a trace after theyâve been âtoo friendly' with you. it's easy to guess whoâs behind those disappearances.
it doesnât bother you in the slightest. as long as you don't see it happening and as long as you get to stay under sukuna's care and protection - you donât mind.
âcan i look now?â you huff after sukuna has carried you away from the garden. the king of curses clicks his tongue at your impatience.
he sighs deeply before allowing you back on your own two feet, âi do not understand why youâre so adamant on looking at me, but fine.â
you waste no time and immediately open your eyes. your gaze doesnât wander off towards your surroundingsâit instantly settles on sukuna. he looked the same as usual; there was not a single change about his appearance and yet you find yourself smiling at the sight of him.
âi missed you.â you hug your lover and feel him returning the gesture a few seconds later. he looks the other way and may seem indifferent to your display of affection, though the man was secretly grateful for it. for you in general.
âmhm.â sukuna lets out a small noise of acknowledgment and that is all you get out of him. he doesnât have to say much; his body automatically does the talking. he squeezes your body against his â your small frame disappearing behind his beefy arms.
the king of curses doesnât understand why, but the way your eyes sparkle when looking at him, intrigues him. sukuna had never seen another human look at him like that before after all. they all cower in fear; except for you. you donât show a single ounce of fear. thus why you are something - someone - he must keep for himself.
he has and will never have any intent on sharing you with anyone. youâre his, for as long as he exists.
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EROTIC EMPATHY (s.jy)
Have you ever taken anyoneâs virginity before? Nope. Are you about to? Yep. or the one where jake has a streak of bad luck in bed and his friends make fun of him for it, you find him advertising himself on a dating app and decide to help him out.Â
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PAIRINGâ jake sim x afab readerÂ
CONTENTâ virgin guy who lives with his parents!jake, heâs not shy but he is very clumsy, a lot of texting so be prepared for that, facetime-sex, real life sex
SIDE CHARACTERSâ jay as readerâs best friend and roommate, heeseung briefly as jakeâs friend.
NOTEâ if you've read this before it's because im the person who wrote it [ncteez] and im revamping it for jake, pls don't send me messages on either account about stealing a work that's already mine!
smut tags under cut::Â
smut tagsâbig huge dick jake, phone sex (ish), face time sex, masturbation, pet name: baby, making out, he eats you out twice, fingering, whining and whimpering, deep throating, premature ejaculation, desperate man wants his dick wet lmao, grinding, tit fondling/licking, clit stimulation, he bites the fuck out of his tongue to try and distract himself from coming too soon again, no condom aka cream pie, jake gets feelings like immediately when u touch him
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âCheck this shit out,â you laugh, presenting your phone to Jay with a chuckle. âyes or no?â
Jay snorts, nearly spitting out the bite of food in his mouth as he reads the bio of the man youâre showing to him.
âDepends, you trying to take his innocence or are you trying to get railed so hard that the entire building can hear?â He narrows his eyes at you, making a point to call you out for keeping him awake last weekend.Â
You wave him off with an apologetic look. To be fair, the dude from before knew how to make a girl moan, itâs not your fault that you managed to find a decent lay in this city. Even if he ghosted you, you assume you may have been a bad lay for him, if anything.Â
âI wouldnât mind trying something new, dude seems desperate.â You swipe through his photos, seeing that he appears to be just a normal dude with normal interests. âHeâs cute too, so Iâm gonna say yes.â
Jay groans this time, slapping a hand to his forehead and glaring at you.Â
âYouâd better warn me if you end up bringing him home, Iâm not about to listen to some guy start crying over a blowjob.â
You nod to him, sending a message to the eighty-two-year-old Jake and feeling delighted at his near-instant response to you.Â
âYeah, yeah. Iâll make sure youâre out of the apartment if I invite him over,â You wiggle your brows as you stand to your feet and turn toward your room, eyes now glued to the open dating appâs messages. âMaybe you should go out and find a nice girl to rail to get back at me.â
âYouâre so fucking weird.â Jay laughs but feels kind of shitty because itâs not like he hasnât been trying to get back at you for the loud sex. Guess he just doesnât have the magic dick to make girls moan the same way you do.
Not that he wants to make you moan or anything, he definitely doesnât. If anything, he wishes you were more like the girls he brings home.
Fucking quiet.
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You: iâve never seen a virgin grandpa on this app beforeÂ
Jake: âŠ.iâm 21, it says that in my bio
You: I think youâre lying.Â
Jake: do u know how to change it, my bitch friends won't tell me lol
You: why would i help you lie to other women
Jake: iâm not lying!!1
You laugh to yourself as you text the new sex interest in your life, wondering if heâs lying about his presumed virginity.Â
You: ok, twenty-one-year-old âjaeyunâ who is five miles away from me, youâre actually a virgin? Like for real?
Jake: yeaâŠ.are u here to make fun of me for it too? all the girls here just turn me down even if i offer to cook for them after
Jake: maybe it's the playlists idk
You: send me the playlist
Jake: [spotify link to a playlist titled âNUTâ]Â
You try not to snort, but you do. Given, he does have decent taste, but why anyone would have dynamite by bts and never say never by justin bieber on their sex playlist is beyond you.Â
You: surely itâs not your playlistâŠâŠ.
You: anyway
You: youâre really just looking to get laid for the first time, like, ever? and youâre offering to cook dinner too?
Jake: yea
You: youâve never had a blowjob or anything like that? you canât seriously think I can believe youâve never been laid, itâs not like youâre ugly or anything
Jake: u donât think im ugly? :)Â
Jake: and yea Iâve had a blowjob before
You: why didnât you sleep with her then?
Jake: can we stop talking about why im a virgin
You: sure but you know im gonna bring it up again, right?
Youâre smiling at your phone, finding him charming and awkward in how he communicates with you via messenger. Of course, youâre curious as to why heâs a virgin, even more, curious as to why heâs on a dating app looking to lose said virginity.Â
You: do you want my number? itâs embarrassing to have the app open in public if i wanna talk to you.
Jake, on the other hand, is quite literally kicking his feet and checking your profile every few minutes just to look at you. He didnât even think too hard about you calling him attractive then not following up on it, because the fact that you just offered your number to him in case you want to talk to him? Butterflies. Given, itâs juvenile for someone of his age to still be experiencing the typical high-school crush feelings, would anyone blame him? Itâs just how he is, with or without having had sex. He canât imagine not feeling giddy inside when heâs talking to someone that he thinks is pretty.Â
Jake: yea :) u can text me whenever [redacted phone number]Â
You respond to him by texting his number rather than using the app messenger, screenshotting his contact info, and sending it to him with a sly smile.Â
You: [screen shot// contact name: grandpa jake]Â
Grandpa Jake: :|Â
Grandpa Jake: im 21
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Okay so, hereâs the thing. Jake is undeniably funny, witty, and kind. Another thing, heâs wildly attractive. Especially upon fulfilling your request for a workout selfie from him. So, what gives? You read the texts heâs sent that made you laugh out loud, you look at his pictures, stare at the workout selfie, and you genuinely cannot understand how he doesnât have women waiting in line to have at him.Â
You: itâs been like four days since we started talking
Grandpa Jake: yep, almost five
You: four days of being friends but no mention of your bio on the app, yknow, where youâre begging to have sex for the first time ever?
Grandpa Jake: right, yea. you wanna do it? i didnât wanna assume lol
You: not answering that til you explain why. i mean, itâs totally ok that you are but like, youâre a green flag all around so im a little worried you might have like a micropenis or something
Disclaimer, if he had a micropenis, youâd still let him use it on you. After all, hooking up is something you enjoy doing regardless of size.
Grandpa Jake: i do NOT have a micropenis
You: prove it
Grandpa Jake: right now???
You laugh to yourself but also like, itâs the first time the two of you have done anything more than bully each other. Or rather, you bully him and he defends himself constantly.Â
You: answer my question first
It takes a few minutes for him to respond, but youâre doing coursework anyway so itâs not a huge deal. Totally not like your ears perk up and a smile creeps across your face every time your phone goes off or anything. Definitely not.Â
Grandpa Jake: um⊠i still live with my parents and before u make fun of me for that pls understand that its not like i wanna be hereÂ
Grandpa Jake: i have a job and everything!!! im not a mooch!
Heâs getting off track again. You could honestly care less if he still lives with his parents. You wish you still lived with yours, to save money at least.Â
You: they wonât let you have anyone over?Â
Grandpa Jake: well, that too butÂ
Grandpa Jake: listen this sounds real stupid but it just never happened? even when i tried or things almost happened, it never did
You: damn, youâre unlucky. so what happened with the girl who gave you a blowjob?
Grandpa Jake: her boyfriend walked in
You: WHAT
Youâre trying to pity him, honestly, but damn. Did he go for a taken girl? Yikes. You hate to admit the ick that just flooded your mind.Â
Grandpa Jake: its not like i knew she had a boyfriend
You: phewÂ
Grandpa Jake: so yea. do u wanna help me out or not?Â
The whole reason you started talking to him was specifically to help him out. Now that you know heâs not some weirdo, and is definitely super hot and funny, hell yes.Â
You: yeah, sure.Â
You: about the micropenis though,Â
Grandpa Jake: rightâŠum
A few minutes of silence, your coursework is long forgotten in the anticipation of receiving your first dick pic from Jake. You wait, and you wait, and you wait.
You: i mean if you canât prove it that's okÂ
Grandpa Jake:Â just give me a sec damn
Heâs doing his best to get the most attractive angle. Itâs not like heâs never sent nudes to anyone or anything, but likeâ this is you. The first person to actually agree to take his virginity. Should he hold it? Put a remote next to it for size? Should he have his face in the pic? Take a mirror pic?Â
Of course, as heâs taking several pictures of his length to try and impress you, he had to get hard first. He canât imagine youâd want a flaccid cock pic in your inbox, and that would also mean that heâs working himself up with the amount of touching, holding, and groping throughout the past sixteen photos heâs taken and deleted. Itâs at the point that now itâs actually hard to care about taking a photo, pre-cum already dripping out of him as he continues to try.
Heâs entered the realm of his regular horny self, only this time heâs texting you. Someone who wants to see what heâs packing. Taking a dick pic is insanely easy once he stops thinking with his brain, and heâs quick to send you a photo of himself this time. His chin at the top of the picture, face entirely hidden, hand wrapped around his thick and leaking cock, sweatpants shoved down.Â
Grandpa Jake: [image attachment]Â
In all fairness, youâve never actually cared much for dick pics. Men always look too confident even with the smallest of girth being offered through the pixels. Jake though. He looks a bit desperate even with his face hidden. His cock looks desperate, his fingers wrapped around it look desperate, the way his sweatpants hug against his thighs look desperate. And now, you feel desperate. You keep your cool though.
You: oh, you were jerking off, got it.Â
Grandpa Jake: sorry canât help itÂ
Then he doesnât text you back. Which is kind of a drag because he looks to be quite big in the photo alone. Maybe youâd be okay just this once to look like the desperate one. Mostly because youâre about ten seconds from trying to figure out which direction five miles away he resides so you can go palm his cock for him. Plus, the idea of an absolute simp virgin like him seeing you act a little desperate would probably be one for the books.Â
You: you know i can help you out with that, right? especially since you definitely donât have a micropenis
Youâre still being ignored. The silence from your phone makes your belly flip around inside of you at the image of him doing it too. He probably does it a lot. Heâs probably desperate to feel good and watches porn like 24/7. You can imagine how heâd act if you were in front of him right now, the very idea of taking his virginity becoming entirely too attractive.
Shrugging, knowing full well what heâs doing right now thatâs causing him to ignore you, you press the call button and wait. Youâre a little bit nervous, mostly because youâve never actually heard his voice before, or better yet how he sounds when heâs getting off. Youâre shocked that he actually answers.Â
âHello?â He says, muffled through the phone and trying to sound not-so-out-of-breath. Itâs not like he looked at who was calling him anyway. With his luck, itâs probably Heeseung or some shit.
âDonât hello me,â You gripe, narrowing your eyes at yourself in your mirror. âYouâre just gonna jerk off without me after I agreed to help you fix your little problem?âÂ
The silence on his end is a bit nerve-wracking until you hear the frantic sound of his palm clearly wreaking havoc on him. You smirk, leaning back on your chair and sighing. On his end, processing that itâs you on the other line sends his entire body into a state of burning with arousal. Your voice is sweet even when you speak with the same sarcasm as you do via text.Â
God, this alone is enough for him right now.Â
âWere you at least thinking of me?â
He hums into the phone, indicating that yes, thatâs exactly what heâs doing. His voice is kind of soft despite only hearing one word and a hum, you want to actually hear him talk to you, or moan, whichever he decides.Â
âWere you looking at my pictures?â
He nods his head, forgetting that youâre not able to see him and instantly responds with a small and breathy yes instead. Itâs a bit difficult for him to talk right now, especially now that he can put a voice to the photos heâs been jerking off to. Itâs a bit overwhelming, actually.
âDo you want better ones?â You ask, encouraging him to speak a bit more.Â
âOh god, really?â He asks through the speaker, his hand pausing on his length as if to hold off until you confirm. âLike, nudes?â
âMhm, yeah. If you want.â You smile as you speak to him, already standing to shimmy your pajamas off of you and stand in front of the mirror. âOr, you know what would be better?â
âLetting me come over and actually do it?â Thatâs what he wants to say to you, but he doesnât, he simply raises a brow and bites his lip, trying to contain his excitement.
âWhat?â He asks, still keeping his responses short because despite how into this he is, heâs a bit shy about it.Â
âI can facetime you.âÂ
He panics. That means youâll be watching him too, right? Sure heâs sent nudes, heâs received nudes. Heâs sent videos too, and received them. But never has he like, you know, live masturbated on facetime so someone else can watch.Â
âIf you donât want to, thatâs okay.â You backtrack at his silence, but youâre cut off almost immediately.Â
âNo! no, we can facetimeââ
Your stomach flips again as you fix yourself quickly in the mirror before setting your phone against your desk and rolling back a bit in your chair to determine if itâll work this way or not. Itâs not like heâs expecting you to do it too, he probably just thinks youâre gonna sit here naked for him to stare at. Youâre kind of excited to see him in action, to hear him in action for you.
You hit the button to switch the call over to facetime and once again adjust your phone as you stare at yourself in the camera. Then youâre needing to catch your breath at the image of him.
Oh fuck.
There he is, his camera angled towards his face and not at all toward what's going on below his waist, but you donât mind at first. Looking at him, the lighting clearly shows that heâs a fan of mood lighting. You watch his eyes briefly, staring through the screen at you before moving your eyes to his arm, the one that clearly isnât holding his phone because you can see it moving as he continues to jerk himself off. Itâs an interesting feeling to have only seen him in photos until this moment, and itâs insanely attractive for some reason. Seeing him in motion, knowing what heâs doing, knowing that he feels good right now because of you.
âLet me see,â you say quietly, adjusting your bra strap and preparing to slip it off of you if he so much as asks. âProp your phone up somewhere like I did.â
He nods, his eyes still staring straight through his screen at you as he moves around and the image becomes a blur of movement rather than his face. He settles in quickly, somehow looking even more attractive with the way his eyes no longer stare at the screen. You can almost sense a hint of shyness from him at this moment and it kind of floors you, given how easy he is to talk to and how easily he sent a dick pic to you.
âFeeling shy?â You ask, spreading your legs wide and cupping the seat of your panties, hiding the small spot of wetness forming there. âYou act like Iâm not going to be touching you at some point soon.â
You see him perk up, his eyes looking to you on the screen with more fondness than arousal. At the same time, his hand grips the base of his cock as he holds it straight up, erect and glistening proudly for you to look at.Â
âYou look pretty big, bet you could fill me up so nicely,â You try to compliment, boosting his confidence and ego as best you can simply because he looks pretty with a smile on his face. Especially when his cock twitches at the words. âWould you want to do that for me, Jake?â
âOh god,â He groans, hearing his name come from your mouth for the first time. His hand jerks up his length once, almost aggressively as he winces at it. âThis is going to be so embarrassing.â He admits now, sliding his palm up and down shamelessly as he watches between your spread legs.Â
In a way, he wonders if you can see how desperate he is. Thereâs no way you canât, right? Like, you can see how badly he wants you, right?
âEmbarrassing, why?â You chuckle, tapping now at the spot between your legs. âCan you not see that Iâm just as turned on right now?â
He groans again with deep breaths, releasing his length and using that same hand to swipe his hair out of his face, then immediately grimacing at the fact that he now has pre-cum in his hair. Embarrassing, all of it.Â
âWell,â He tries to avoid you bringing up the fact that he just did that and only shoots his hand back to his cock in order to distract whatever off-hand shit youâre about to say. âYou donât even have your panties off yet, and I could probably get off right now.â
You laugh, not wanting to ruin the mood with the whole cum on his own face thing, so you save that for later. Instead, you instantly slip your panties off and present yourself to him much like heâs doing for you.Â
âBetter?â
Jake watched with his breath stuck in his throat, now finding it harder to breathe at the image of your pussy and the way he hopes he can touch it one day.Â
âCan youââ He pauses, not being used to dirty talk towards anything other than the porn playing on his phone. He thinks hard, and you can see it based on the way he, once again, neglects his cock with an unmoving palm.
âCan I do what? Go on,â You urge him, running a hand up to your chest and fondling your nipples right there in front of him, but not yet moving the fabric. âWhat do you want me to do for you, baby?â
Baby. You called him baby. Not that heâs into that but the fact that you did it makes him wonder if he is now. Maybe itâs because he wants you to take him for all heâs worth at this point. One, to get rid of the virginity looming over his head, and two, because you sound so fucking smooth when youâre watching him get off.Â
âCan you spread your pussy for me?â He whispers at first, uncaring of how dirty it sounds falling out of his throat with a moan.Â
His eyes are boring a hole through his screen as he watches one of your hands tease at your hidden nipples, and the other hand sliding up and down the wet folds there. So badly does he want to see it. He wants to see your hole pulsing for him, leaking, needy. Just like him.
His cock twitches wildly the second you do it for him. Two fingers spreading your pussy open and tensing your hips just to move it closer to the screen for him.Â
âIs this what you want?â You start, making damn sure he can see every part of your glistening cunt. âYou want to fuck this?â You chuckle now, slowly dipping a finger into yourself and pulling it back out to present the wetness for him.
âOh,â he sighs, now fucking into his fist at a pace that proves heâs most definitely never fucked a woman before. âFuck.â
You nod at him, urging him to keep admitting his attraction to you. Youâre aware he doesnât see it though, as his hips continue to move quicker and quicker each time you press your finger into yourself.Â
âYou gonna act like this when Iâm riding you?â You ask with a tilted head, studying how hard heâs fucking against his hand. You can imagine how good it would feel if it were you, and quite frankly, this one finger isnât enough at this point.Â
âGod. Youâre gonna ride me?â He moans, eyes rolling only slightly as he imagines it, mouth falling open at the mere thought of it.Â
âMhm,â you hum, now sliding in another finger and scissoring yourself open with them. âWould you want that?â
Before you can even work yourself up, and before he can even answer that question, you see him release. His cum shooting out in spurts across his stomach and nearly up to his chest. His labored breathing shifts the lighting against his abs and makes him look so entirely delicious. Youâve never wanted to lick a man clean so badly in your life.
Youâre not even upset that he didnât make it into the knitty gritty, considering heâs a virgin and all and youâre literally fucking yourself in front of him while implying riding him. Youâre actually flattered.Â
His release caused him to see white for several moments, forgetting heâs even on camera for you. When he comes back to reality, watching you continue to finger yourself as your eyes scan your screen, all he can do is feel bashful.Â
âS-shit, sorry,â He comments with a half laugh, looking down at his cum covered chest before looking at you again. Honestly, he could probably go again if you let him watch for a bit longer, but heâs embarrassed now. âI uh, didnât mean to come that fast. It just kind of happened.â
âItâs okay,â You comfort him, slightly out of breath as you wonder if this is all youâre gonna get tonight. âIt was cute.â
After a few moments, you sense his embarrassment and slowly slip yourself back into a sobering headspace, closing your legs and trying to ignore how wet you still are.
âAre you, um, done?â Jake says, disappointed.
âMm, no.â You smile. âBut itâs okay, Iâd rather make you come first anyway.â
His face lights up despite the disappointment in his gut of not being able to see you get off.Â
âYou still wanna see me after this?â
You nod with a smile, endeared by his need to give, but inability to do it.
âWhen are you free?â You ask, wondering if heâs ever going to clean himself up.Â
âWhenever you are.â He laughs, scratching the back of his head with, once again, the same cum-stained hand.Â
âIâll text you later then,â You smile through the screen and give a small wave before your genuine smile turns into a smirk. âAfter I take care of my little problem though.â
You notice him sitting up in protest, but you hang up with a satisfied laugh and head to the shower to both finish yourself off and clean up.
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Grandpa Jake: what about 3pm on thurs?
You: you want to lose your virginity at 3pmâŠ.on a thursday???
Grandpa Jake: my parents have plans so ill have the house to myself for a few hours
You: or you could just come here?Â
Grandpa Jake: if ur comfortable with that? i thought u were supposed to come here lol
You: im comfortable, plus my roommate will kick your ass if youâre weird
Jake contemplates hard on that last part but shrugs over it. Probably a girl thing, and itâs not like heâs an actual creep or anything. Youâd be the one with power over him when the two of you are alone anyway.Â
You: what about tomorrow, 8pm?Â
Tomorrow. Hell yeah, tomorrow. God, heâd show up right the fuck now if you let him. He may live with his parents but heâs got a car.Â
Grandpa Jake: send ur address, ill be there :)Â
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âTomorrow, youâll be a man.â Heeseung croaks through the speaker at Jake, totally assuming that this whole virginity loss dating app plan was actually just a joke.Â
âWhy do you have to say it that way?â Jake groans back, slapping his hand over his forehead and rubbing his temples. âI didnât think anyone was actually gonna come through, sheâs the first one.â
âWhat makes you think sheâs actually gonna send you her address?â Heeseung laughs, once again placing more pity onto his best friend than anything else. âSheâs probably not even a real person, youâre gonna end up at some old guyâs house.â
Jake laughs, or snorts really.Â
âOh, sheâs real.â
Heeseung sits up in curiosity this time, switching his phone to the other ear with interest.Â
âHm? Have you already met her?â
âKind of. We like, um,â Jake pauses, wondering if he sounds way too excited to tell him or not. âWe facetimed a few hours ago.â
Silence.
âShe got naked.â
âOh ho ho!â Heeseung encourages him. âSo you guys did some stuff on facetime and she still wants to meet you?âÂ
âThatâs what I saidâwait,â Jake smiles to himself, about two seconds from kicking his feet before realizing what Heeseung just said. âWhat the fuck is that supposed to mean?âÂ
âYouâre kind of a loser, weâve been over this.â Heeseung laughs yet again. âCall me when you get your cherry popped or whatever.â
Then he hangs up.Â
Grandpa Jake: do u think im a loser?
You: yeah kinda
Youâre laughing at his text as you sit across the table from Jay.
âThat him texting?â Jay quirks a brow, watching you smile at your phone and practically ignore him.Â
You laugh again at Jakeâs string of defensive texts before responding with a short âitâs okay, i like losersâ, and putting your phone down to finish telling Jay that heâs gonna get kicked out tomorrow for the night.Â
âSo,â You clap your hands in front of yourself, glaring at Jay. âYouâre gonna have to be gone tomorrow at eight because I'm about to literally obliterate this guy.â
âJesus, Iâm scared for him.â
âYou should be scared for me. Because, wellâŠâ You trail off for a second, scrolling up your texts to see the dick pic Jake sent before the facetime call. âHeâs huge andââ
âI did not need to know that.â Jay sighs, scooting back in his chair and standing to his feet.Â
âYou act like you donât ask every time I fuck someone.â You roll your eyes at him, smiling. âWeirdo.â
Jay stands there awkwardly before shrugging and lunging for your phone.Â
âHow big?â He laughs, not actually trying to see the dudeâs dick but always way too curious for his own good despite never wanting to be around to hear what the big dicks do to his best friend.Â
âStop prying, youâll get jealous.â
He scoffs, brushing off his pants of invisible dust and crossing his arms.Â
âIâll have you know, my dick is perfectly sized.â
âIâm sure it is. Anyway, tomorrow, be gone.âÂ
He nods, sauntering to the living room and flopping down on the couch.Â
âKeep it in your room, please. I donât want to sit on any cum when I get home.â
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Itâs Thursday. Itâs approximately seven in the evening on Thursday and youâre well aware that Jake is probably bubbling with anxiety if his texts are anything to go by.Â
So many âare you sures,â so many âyou can tell me to leave if you decide you donât want tos,â and even more âi canât wait to see yous.â
âJay, arenât you supposed to be leaving?â You ask, opening the fridge to pull out a bottle of water.Â
Youâve already showered again today, primped yourself up for him really. Everything smooth, soft, and ready to be touched. You wonder if Jake is doing the same, and smile.
âHm, yeah. But I kinda wanna see him before I leave.â
You turn your head to him with a curious look, glaring only slightly.
âI swear to god if you scare him off, Iâm kicking you out.â
Jay laughs, patting the couch as if to invite you to sit with him to ease your own anxiety. He can smell the familiar lotion you use before dates, and he notes that youâve really tried to look good today.Â
âI think you might kill him, if Iâm being honest.â Your best friend laughs softly, complimenting you.Â
âThanks, thatâs the plan.â
And so, the two of you sit together laughing at stupid comedy shows until your phone lights up at around seven thirty.Â
Grandpa Jake: iâm a little early, is that ok?Â
âOh shit, heâs here.â You immediately feel nervous, which is pretty normal for you anyway so itâs easily overlooked by Jay.Â
He jumps up, brushing off his clothes and walking toward the kitchen to grab his keys and wallet.Â
âLet him in then, Iâll leave when he gets here.â
You give him a knowing look before nodding.Â
You: second floor, take a left when you get to the top of the stairs, third apartment on the left.
Within minutes, thereâs a very gentle knock on the door and Jay is throwing himself at it to get a look at him. Unfortunately itâs a bit more awkward than he expected it to be.Â
Not only did Jake think your roommate was a woman, but he, at the very least, expected you to answer the door. He was preparing himself all day for this moment, to knock on your door and have you open it. At first he thought that maybe he even got the wrong apartment.Â
âOh, I think I got the wrong place, sorryââÂ
âNope, youâre in the right place.â Jay smiles, stepping to the side and opening the door wider for him. âYou can come in.â
Jake does, awkwardly. Avoiding eye contact with Jay and barely even looking into the apartment before stepping inside.Â
âShe got all cleaned up for you.â Jay whispers, throwing Jake a wink before stepping out and closing the door behind him.
Jake still hasnât really looked up from the floor yet, and you make quick work to make him feel more comfortable.Â
âDonât mind him, thatâs my roommate.â You say, making your way toward him and trying your best not to stare because, okay, wow. Heâs kind of ten times more attractive in person, which is fucking insane considering how good he looked through a screen.Â
âHave you and him ever likeâŠâ Jake immediately starts, realizing he might have made things weird.Â
âJay?! Oh, god no.â You laugh, reaching for his arm and feeling him lean into it with relief. âYouâre allowed to look up by the way. Youâve been staring at that crack in my floor since you got here.â
Immediately Jake moves his eyes up to you, the eye contact feeling more intense than it should, but youâre locked in too. The awkwardness dissolves almost instantly, he feels no need to question you further about anything really, especially with the way he feels his throat run dry at the very idea of this whole plan actually happening at some point.
When he made his profile on that app, it was kind of a half joke until like, people started talking to him. Given, no one ever followed through but you, heâs happy he stuck with it. Happy you came out of the works from said dating app, happy you picked him.Â
Really though, he picked you. Part of you wonders about why you want to take this from him. For power, for control, to be praised, to feel like youâre his entire world of desire for a brief time? All of those things, yes, but you can admit now that heâs in front of you that itâs a bit intimidating.Â
Heâs not shy at all, just a bit awkward. He seems confident, he seems ready, and you find yourself lucky for being the one to get to do this for him, or with him. If at all, Jake is the type of man you could see yourself hanging out with often, with or without having sex.Â
Given, upon seeing him face to face for the first time, the only thing you thought about was how attractive he is. Now though, as you look back at him along with the silence of this apartment offering nothing more than awkwardness, itâs not. Because youâre seeing him for all he is and he appears to not be able to help it. Is this what people mean when they say thereâs an instant spark between two people? Despite how attractive he is, you find yourself thinking of how many times heâs made you laugh in the short period of time youâve known him along with how many times heâs willingly embarrassed himself
And now for the first time, heâs right there and all you want to do isâŠgive him exactly what he wants.
âOkay, listen,â You start, swallowing around a lump in your throat as you feel your body heat up at record speed by just having his eyes looking into yours. You know by this point that youâre not going to be keeping your hands to yourself at all. And for his sake, heâd probably prefer it that way. âIf I move too fast, just tell me to stop.â
Jake tilts his head with a dopey smile, eyes still fixed on you, scanning you, coming to terms with the fact that youâre absolutely everything he thought you would be and more.Â
âI donât think thatâs gonna be an issue,â He admits, feeling his length confined within his pants twitch wildly at the fact that this is happening. âI struggled not to get hard just driving over.â He laughs, looking away from you for the first time with flushed cheeks.Â
You find that painfully adorable. No man would ever admit that to you. Especially after just a few minutes of meeting in person for the first time, but this is Jake and in the short amount of time youâve known him, youâre kind of expecting him to be really forward and say things that will have you frozen in thought.
âOh yeah?â You ask, grabbing his hand and leading him to the kitchen. Youâre pretending that his apparent inexperience isnât getting to you, but youâre not really fooling anyone. âLetâs get you some water or something, I can see you drooling.â
Jake laughs, shrugging because yeah maybe heâs drooling a little bit. You smell fucking immaculate, your hand is small in his but still manages to overpower him, your skin feels soft and slightly cold. Honestly, itâs dangerous just having you stand in front of him right now because he could absolutely blow his load just by you looking at him. Embarrassing? Always.
He follows after you, very nearly crowding up to you as the comfort sets in and the last bit of awkwardness leaves his mind. All he can think about is how you sounded over that facetime call. Heâs seen whatâs between your legs, and during that night all he could think about was touching you, fucking you.Â
Now heâs here, and youâre right there.Â
Itâs hard not to crowd up, itâs hard not to cling to you, itâs hard not to be excited. Seeing your hand wrapping around that bottle of water to give to him, seeing you lean just before grabbing itâ of course heâs staring. Of course heâs crowding closer, almost to the point that heâs up against your ass when you lean back up from the fridge.
You turn after grabbing him the bottle and are shocked by his close proximity when you face him. He looks down at you with a soft face, one that shows heâs not embarrassed by how he immediately attaches to you. His smile is just as clumsy as he is, you can tell he knows exactly what heâs doing too. Youâre glad, because it makes it entirely too easy to drop the water bottle, grab his face, and chase his lips all the way until heâs against the counter and kissing you back.Â
He sighs instantly into it, wincing at the way the kitchen counter hits his back, you pressing against him so harshly just to get that first taste of his lips. Heâs excited that you seem as eager as him, maybe even as desperate as him.Â
For you, a man has never been this eager just to kiss you, nor has a man ever kissed you this good. You can imagine that heâs probably got a lot of experience in terms of kissing, not much elsewhere though. You can tell by the way he moves his hands to all of the right places, but his blatant virginity shows through all of it as he becomes a horny mess almost instantly.Â
His tongue is warm and wet, small whining sounds coming from his throat as you press yourself against him briefly. His hands never leave your body and he shows no shame in touching where he wants to touch. Rubbing, groping, and caressing every inch of your waist, ass, and even moving up to your face to deepen the kiss. His hips press forward almost constantly, and all you can do is brace yourself on the counter behind him to try and tame his relentless hips and obvious attempts at rushing what he wants right now.Â
If youâre going to sleep with him though, heâs gonna get the full experience, not a quickie. Plus, you agreed to keep it in your room for Jayâs sake.Â
âHey,â you sigh, trying to pull back from the kiss but he isnât having it. Still kissing against you and running his lips down to your neck when you continue to speak. âWe should go to my room, your first time isnât about to be in my kitchen.â
âWhy not?â He groans against your neck, kissing harshly with faint wet sounds, his hands wrapping tightly around your waist now. âI donât care where we do it, i just want you like, really bad.â
Still, his lips donât leave you, nor do his hands. You find yourself giggling against him with a shake of your head at the way he protests when you pry yourself from his grip. Of course, though, heâs immediately clinging to you and chasing after you to your bedroom before practically throwing himself at you again.
You barely get the door closed before heâs pressing you against the wall, hand running down again to your waist and easily snaking up your shirt just to feel the warmth of your skin. You let him, enjoying the way he kisses you for just the second time, enjoying more the way you can feel him lose his composure every few minutes from this alone.Â
Youâre kind of in love with the fact that he doesnât seem to want to pull back even for a breath. He seems to love kissing, and you wonder what else heâll come to love doing tonight too. From the way he moves his tongue and his lips on you, you can imagine heâd be fucking heavenly at eating pussy.
Successfully you push him away again, rushing to your bed before he can make you melt against his lips for a third time, and youâre instantly trying to present yourself to him much like you did over camera.Â
âYouâre really going to let me?â He asks with a deep breath, brushing his hair out of his face and wiping his mouth. His brain malfunctions at your presumed answer to that question, watching you take your panties and shorts off in one go and leaning back to spread your legs for him.Â
At this moment, youâre all his and you make it a point to spread your pussy out for him like he asked you to do before. You can practically see his knees buckle that very instant.
âTo think I wouldnât want to do this is insane,â You say, wiggling your hips for him to see. âLook how wet I am.â You pause, studying the hungry look in his eyes. âDo you wanna try eating me out?â
He doesnât even nod. Heâs immediately on his knees against your bed and gripping your thighs to pull you toward his face. You yelp only slightly at the movement, a chuckle coming out shortly after as you sit yourself up properly to take in the image of his eyes sparkling up at you.Â
It looks like heâs been wanting to do this to someone all his life, with his needy body proving it time and time again. Your breath is caught in your throat, a small groan coming out at the image alone before youâre able to process words again.Â
âCanât believe how good you look down there,â You say softly, brushing his hair out of his face for him like he did to himself earlier. âHave you ever done this before?â
He shakes his head, eyes shifting from your pussy to your face. You can feel his nervous yet eager breath against you, making your eyelashes flutter at even that slight sensation.Â
âGo on then.â You sigh out, trying to prepare for what he can manage with that pretty mouth of his.
You watch him and the way he doesnât seem to think at all when he does it. Once again, heâs adorable. His tongue goes everywhere, only grazing your clit briefly every few licks, never staying on it presumably because heâs in the process of finding the clit based on how your body reacts.Â
He has a general idea of where it is, but the feeling of having your pussy spread out like this on his lips alone is enough to overwhelm him with arousal, to the point he genuinely doesnât know what heâs doing. All he can do is taste and smell the mixture of your warmth along with the soap and lotion you must have used before he came here.Â
Heâs quite literally tasting the entirety of you and loving every second of it. The way his hands grip your legs, both spreading them further open so that he can tilt his head and lick at different angles, and then hugging them to where they almost lock his head in place.Â
It feels like he does this for ages, learning your body and what makes your legs shake. He sucks in different places, kissing your entire pussy to the point that itâs almost impossible for your legs not to shake in a reaction at what heâs doing to you.
Dare you say, a man who is inexperienced at eating a woman out somehow feels better than one who knows exactly where to go.Â
âFuck, knew youâd be good at this,â You compliment with a shaky voice, reaching down to his hair and holding his head in place. âKeep licking there, and use your fingers too.âÂ
He hums without stopping, taking note of where you place his lips and reminding himself that this is the clit, just as suspected. He attaches his lips there, kissing it much like he kissed you in the kitchen.Â
You can feel his fingers make their way into you shortly after, each bump of his knuckle sending a delicious sensation throughout your body. Youâre tingling from your head to your toes at this point and your face heats up beyond what you thought it would. Your hips move on their own in response, experimentally fucking against his fingers as he keeps his tongue flicking at you.Â
âJust like that,â You encourage him, running your hands through his hair and looking down at him. Seeing his head move with each little thrust of your hips is only more arousing in this moment. His eyes half open, watching you, tasting you, almost smiling around your clit when he makes eye contact with you.Â
It almost seems like heâs asking if heâs doing well, and goddamn is he. Heâs doing amazing.
âSo good,â You say shortly, trying to give him the praise he needs while scratching against his scalp as a thank you, still fucking your hips up just to feel his fingers plunge deeper.Â
He, on the other hand, is fucking feral right now. Tasting you, dipping his fingers into you, feeling that warmth for the first time, the small clenchesâ heâs swimming in a fantasy. Every time you move your hips up, he can smell the entirety of you, he can feel your pussy squeeze his fingers, and god. He doesnât think he ever wants this to end.
All day. He could do this all fucking day. No wonder men make fun of other guys for not giving head. Why wouldnât they? He can feel your legs tensing up around his head, your gentle fingers running through his hair, the sounds coming from your lips. Heâs in love, heâs in love.
He doesnât stop, tongue flicking your clit so beautifully, fingers slowly fucking in and out of you, not even in time with your jerking hips. Shockingly, you approach orgasm so fucking fast that you can barely warn him, youâre not even thinking when you put pressure on his head, pressing his lips so harshly against your clitâ his moan sending a vibration straight through you.
âFaster, with your fingersââ You choke out in a drawn out and pornographic moan, curling your toes and feeling him do exactly as you say.Â
There, you release with his fingers plunging in and out of you, the wet sound of your pussy only sounding more messy by the time you begin to release. In the midst of it all, you feel him pull his lips from your clit and lick around his fingers before coming back up and continuing his ministrations, working you through an orgasm youâre not even sure he knows youâre having right now.
Insane, really, that he needed to taste the messy relief before resuming.Â
Strings of curses, little tugs against his hair, legs shaking, all of it happens at once until the feeling of his fingers become sensitive inside of you, until his tongue is flicking a bundle of nerves begging to be left alone.Â
You swat him away with a smile, leaning up quickly and grabbing him by the shirt.Â
He doesnât really know what the fuck is going on but he laughs with you, being pulled to his feet and falling onto the bed on top of you. You can feel his cock in his pants, so fucking hard, probably leaking and feeling quite neglected.
âDid youâŠ?â He asks softly, dipping his head shyly with his wet chin shining in the light of your room.
You smile at him, leaning up to kiss him square on the mouth before you flip him over and get between his legs.Â
âI did,â You laugh in a daze, starting to work on his button and zipper. Youâre reeling from the recent orgasm and want nothing more than to let him feel the same way you do right now. âAnd now, I'm gonna do the same for you.â
He chokes out a nervous laugh, holding your hand in place from pulling his pants down.
âUnless, you donât want that?â You ask, tilting your head with a bit of a frown.
âN-No! Itâs not that!â He reassures you, cheeks flushing more than they already were. âItâs just thatâ like, what if I donât last very long? Iâm kind of sensitive.â
His eyes avoid yours when he says it and once again, most adorable man award goes to fucking Jake.
âYou say that like itâs a bad thing?â You lean forward, kissing him again. âYou just gave me some of the best head in my life.â
The light in his eyes returns and instantly heâs flashing a nervous smile at you.Â
âJake, Iâve never gotten off that fast from being eaten out.â You reassure him again, making a point to use his name loud and clear. âIf you donât get off from me sucking your cock, I might actually cry.âÂ
Well, he canât have that now, can he?Â
He releases your grip on his jeans, allowing you to pull them down. For some reason unable to look at you despite knowing youâve seen him jerk off before. Itâs the fact that like, what if itâs suddenly not big enough? What if his cock is ugly or curved in a way you donât like?
Before he can even start to doubt himself more, he feels your lips on the tip and instantly his eyes are looking down at you. Youâre the one smiling now, using one hand to hold his base and the other hand already scooping up his balls for added pleasure.Â
You make a point to look him in the eye as you let the saliva collect in your mouth when you pull back slightly. There, you let it fall from the tip of your tongue, all the way until you feel the wetness against your fingers wrapped around his base.Â
He thinks heâs going to go fucking insane watching you like this, and god, does he. You donât even show him your struggle of taking in the sheer size of him. Lowering your mouth until youâre taking him in as much as you can. You try to keep eye contact up until you have to close your eyes.Â
Itâs not shocking that by the point you get half of his length into your mouth, heâs fucking up without full intention and letting out a choked apology. Still, you try to force your stretched lips to smile for him, even through the gag, even through the harsh feeling of his cock hitting the back of your throat.Â
How the fuck has a cock this good not been worshiped before? By a mouth? A hand? A pussy? Youâll be damned not to choke on it. Youâd rather eat glass than to let him leave this apartment without being completely emptied and praised for every drop.Â
Heâs actually struggling already not to come, holding himself back but failing each time his hips chase the warmth of your throat. Each time you gag, it stimulates the fuck out of his cock and he nearly wants to cry each time it happens. Even with that other girl who went down on him, she didnât even attempt to fit this much in her mouth. Most of the pleasure came from her hand jerking him off while she suckled against his head, but you. Youâre down there, slipping your mouth up and down on him like that, gagging, tearing up, and still fucking smiling about it.Â
Heâs in love.
He holds his hands back at least, keeping them against your sheets and gripping them so hard that he fears heâs ripping through them. Everything feels hot, you look hot, you sound hot, your tongue still manages to move against the base of his cock with what little room it does have, and godâ your other hand, massaging his balls.Â
âWait, wait waitââ Jake groans, fucking his hips into your mouth once again until you pull off with a concerned look.Â
âWere my teeth hurting you?â You ask, gasping a bit for air.
âNo!â He heaves out with fluttering lashes, trying to regain sanity. âI was just getting really close.â
âHm?â You sigh in disappointment, this time going all in at once and not letting yourself stop until heâs releasing into your mouth.Â
You feel his shaking fingers brush your cheek when you do it, hollowing it out just to fit more, more, more into your mouth before lapping your tongue against his base again.Â
His groaning turns into frantic moans, his hips jerking wildly, unable to escape the clenching muscles of your gagging throat, and heâs honestly in heaven once again.Â
âAhâwaitâfuck.â He tries to protest, not wanting to finish so quickly, but there it goes. There he goes.
Never in his life has he felt an orgasm so satisfying. His eyes roll back and his fingers go numb when he releases, pumping himself deep into your throat and not stopping until heâs dizzy. The fact that you kept your mouth on him through it, the fact that he could still feel you gagging, swallowing, and moaning all at once through itâ how?
âHowââ he takes a breath, pulling you off of him so you can breathe. âHow did you do that?â
You shrug with a confident smile, wiping your tears and crawling up to meet his face.Â
âI donât normally do that for guys.â You say with a rasp in your voice. âI certainly donât just swallow for anyone.â
He feels special, and fucking spent but god does he want to keep going. His softening cock twitching in a relieving way, probably glad to have finally been touched by something other than his own hand. Part of him wonders if youâre done though, because by now youâve both gotten off and usually thatâs the end goal, right?
But he hasnât lost his virginity yet, and when he looks at you hovering above him, he already knows youâre not done with him.Â
âWe need to let you rest until you can get hard again,â You say, kissing him more easily than before and letting him taste himself, letting you taste yourself mixed with him. âWhatâs something you wanna do to get you back into the game?â
He sighs out a laugh, fucking amazed that youâre his first. How lucky is that? He thinks hard, watching the way you lift your shirt off of yourself. God, he forgot tits existed for a solid part of this day and thatâs a shame because instantly his sensitive cock throbs at the image of them coming into view.Â
You watch him stare, trailing your hands down and lifting his shirt off of him as well.Â
âIâ I donât even know at this point.â He admits with a stammer, ignoring the fact that his hair is definitely sticking up all over from you taking his shirt off of him.
âIâll just love on you while you think, then.â
He gives a short nod, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside at the way your gentle hands caress his chest and abs before you start kissing against the muscles and soft skin there.
He relaxes his body, feeling your hands and lips on him. You were right when you said youâd love on him as he thinks about it. The hard part of it is actually thinking about whatâs going to get him harder the fastest. You doing this could be enough, but your tits. And fuck, your pussy.
He lets out a whine, one that feels entirely out of character and it causes you to pause your gentle kiss against his nipple and pull back.
âAlready?âÂ
He shakes his head, staring straight at your chest and then down to what's between your legs.Â
âI want to, umâŠâ He shifts his eyes away from you. âCan I eat you out again?â
Thatâs new. Twice in one session?
âOh yeah? Did that get you going?â
You receive a small nod from him before his hands are reaching out for your tits and warming them up.Â
You relax into the feeling of his fingers on your chest only for a moment before you pull back again, this time adjusting yourself onto the bed face down, ass up in front of him. Might as well try a bunch of different positions for him too, right?
âWhenever youâre ready.â You sigh, already grabbing a pillow to hug through this.Â
You can feel the bed shift behind you, the weight of his body dipping right behind you before you feel his warm breath against your core. Only now do you realize that you already missed the way he ate you out the first time, you can barely contain yourself knowing heâs going to do it again.Â
His hands snake between your legs before his lips get any closer, spreading them before pulling his hand back up and spreading your pussy open with his fingers on his own this time.Â
âItâs really the prettiest.â He says in a clear and shaking voice, watching the way your hole pulses at the air that hits it. âAnd I've watched a lot of porn.â
Youâd tell him to shut up, but youâre not gonna because itâs cute how forward he is with his thoughts. If anything, heâs treating you right now by doing this, so he can say whatever he fucking wants right now.Â
âYeah? You just gonna stare at it?â You try to urge him, and it works.
Because of course it works.Â
You do your best to contain any rising orgasm, solely because you donât want to spend yourself before you actually let him inside of you in full. But goddamn, heâs just as eager now as he was the first timeâŠif not more.Â
He thinks back to the things he did before, mimicking that and hitting all of the perfect spots without fail. Still, you hold back, pushing and pulling yourself away and toward him just to feel his tongue chase. He eventually holds you in place against him, big hands holding you firmly against his face with a bit of force. And now? Heâs licking you deeper than youâve ever been licked before. Itâs a different kind of sensation, and the way he groans into it is entirely too much for you right now.Â
You need more, you want more. You want all of him by now, so aroused by every touch, breath, and moan that itâs becoming unbearable to just be eaten out. The thought that heâs doing this to get himself hard again is flooring, and the feeling of his fingers replacing his tongue much like before is intense.Â
After just that one time, he knows exactly how to make you cum this way and itâs dangerously attractive to realize that. He goes straight for it too, pulling back to watch his fingers slip into you up to the knuckle.Â
He hums out a rumbled moan at the sound of your cunt squelching around his fingers. So wet. More wet than any of the girls in the porn heâs watched for years. Youâre dripping around his fingers, and the smacking sound is so fucking arousing to him.
And yeah, he canât reach your clit with his mouth this time so he thinks hard about how to fix this little dilemma and youâre floored even more by the fact that he solves problems without questioning. You feel his fingers leave you and land on your clit, and right then you feel his tongue again, just as deep, licking into you and all over you.Â
The sound of your pussy amplifies when itâs against his tongue, and honestly, he could cum right now if he really wanted to. Already heâs hard again, but god feeling you, hearing you, seeing you like this for him? For some guy who has never once been able to give a girl his all like this?Â
Heâs so focused on you.
Which for you, is a bit of an issue because heâs really not going to let you hold it in, heâs going to have you fucking unravelling again and itâs too good. Thankfully, when you try to lift to look behind yourself, you take note of his other hand working himself.Â
Heâs hard again, and god knows how long heâs been doing that.Â
You pull your body away from him quickly to let your rising orgasm subside, his protesting moan doing nothing but heating your body up more when you flip over and watch him.Â
âYou were really just going to get me off again and not try to fuck me yet?â
He looks down at himself and then back at you, smiling and running his hand through his hair.Â
âI like doing it, I wanted to see if I could make youââ
âYou absolutely could have but Iâm going to be honest,â You start, interrupting him and pulling yourself up to crawl over him. âIf youâre ready, Iâd like to live up to my promise.â
His eyes are much sharper than they were before when you say those words. This is actually it. He would have been perfectly happy just eating you out, getting head himself, or whatever. Over and over again. Any and all of it is better than being in his room alone, but youâre reallyâ
âReally?â He asks, knowing full well the answer..Â
âLay back, get comfortable,â You instruct with deep breaths, scooting up the bed with him, keeping yourself planted on his legs despite the discomfort. âYou still want me to ride you, yeah?â
He nods almost frantically, landing his hands on your tits without hesitation and groping them in a blatant show of how ready heâs managed to get himself for this.Â
Not that you want to rush, but youâre so fucking turned on by this point, the only thing you want is to be filled by him. His is cock likely bigger than any youâve taken before, and to be fair, you donât even care if youâre the desperate one at this point. Youâve almost forgotten heâs a virgin.
âWait,â He stops you when you slide over his cock, bare pussy coating his length in a languid grind. âOh, fuck, wait- no,â He breathes in a sharp breath and grips your hips. âDo that again.âÂ
You smile at his frantic thoughts pouring from his lips, sliding against him again, and again, up until heâs leaning forward and attaching his lips to one of your nipples and suckling against it hard.Â
You groan as you grind, feeling the head of his now, fully hard, cock bumping against your previously stimulated clit. He groans with you, almost at the exact same time but continues to try and leave his mark on you. In love with finally getting your tits in his mouth, your pussy on his cock, and most of all, in love with the fact that youâre not laughing at him for any of it. You seem to melt into it much like he does and he canât help but want to email the creator of that fucking app and personally thank them for this.Â
You rub yourself against him until itâs even more unbearable than before. By now, youâve completely soaked his length and heâs completely soaked your chest in saliva and tiny swollen bite marks. Not that you mind the biting, his little rumbled grow-like moans only made this all the more arousing.
âReady?â You finally sigh out, deliberately grinding against him slowly now, with almost your entire weight behind the grinds.Â
He groans out a âpleaseâ before immediately gripping your hips and stopping you. Pulling his head back so hard and so quicklyâ he kind of forgot to unlatch from your nipple and it sends a sharp pain throughout your body, one that only makes you want to ride him hard. Right now.Â
âHold on, thereâs a condom in the pocket of my jeansââ
âOkay, and?â You laugh, sliding forward again and grinding your clit against him. âIâm on birth control, and Iâm clean.âÂ
He looks at you, his sharp eyes falling back into the sparkling doe eyes as his mouth falls open at the very idea that he gets to hit is fucking raw for the first time?Â
âUnless youâre lying, and youâre not really a virgin?â
Heâs quick to silence your doubt. Heâs 100% never had his cock inside of anything other than his own palm andâ malfunction. Heâs blank again, staring up at you and wincing at the feeling of you pleasuring yourself on top of him.Â
âPlease?â He manages to get out, gripping your hips so tightly by now that heâs sure itâs hurting you.Â
You smile, humming at him when you lift from him, standing on your knees to grab his cock and position him in the right place.Â
âYou sure you want it too?â You ask, only now realizing that youâre genuinely about to take a manâs virginity, and itâs only fair that you give him one last time to decide if he wants you to take it from him. Despite how turned on you are, and regardless of how badly you want to fuck him, itâs not right to just do it without making him really think about it.Â
âFuck, yes.â His fingers tighten against you, his eyes squeeze shut, and his voice comes out as frantic and quite frankly, a bit annoyed. âJust do it already.âÂ
You canât help but smile at him when you do. Lowering yourself slowly on him and feeling the stretch of it. His face is something that you donât think youâll ever forget. He appears to be lost in it, eyes rolling back, his chest heaving, his teeth showing through a half-smile as he moans out at the sensation.Â
He canât get over how warm it is inside of you, the constant clenching of your pussy dragging along his entire length. He canât help it when he moans, he doesnât care that his voice cracks, or that it sounds like a pathetic sob.Â
By the time you bottom out and sit like that for a moment, you almost feel like heâs the one who needs to adjust. Of course, youâre needing this moment to adjust too but godâ just watching him makes you that much more wet and itâs insane how into him you are right now. As if you havenât been since you started talking to him.
âFeels good?â You ask, involuntary clenching around his size, letting out a small sigh yourself at the feeling of his leaking cock inside of you.Â
He hums at you and then takes in a deep breath before fully opening his eyes again and looking at you. Technically, heâs no longer a virgin now. Itâs fucking happening, and youâre hot? So fucking hot? You feel so good? You smell so good. You sound so fucking good.Â
Everything is overwhelmingly good, all he can do now is press his hips up and instantly moan out at the new feeling.Â
You take that as an invitation to absolutely obliterate him, much like you knew you would. So, you do. Lifting yourself up and sliding him almost entirely out of you before sinking down again.Â
His hands shoot to your waist, then he lifts slightly to grab your ass from behind you, and then he flops himself backâ seemingly unable to know what the fuck to do with himself at this feeling.Â
You opt to grab his hands, intertwining your fingers with his and holding them above his head, all so you can lay chest to chest with him, lips right at his neck. You start kissing, riding him so smoothly and doing nothing but listening to his little sounds that he tries to keep inside.Â
âYouâre really cute, you know that?â You whisper against his ear, kissing there too before pulling back to look at his face.
That half-smile never leaves his face, and his fingers squeeze against yours so tightly that you actually start to worry that he may break them. Thankfully, he begins to relax after a few minutes. Adjusting to the overwhelming pleasure and now losing himself to the arousal rather than fighting it.Â
You nearly squeak when you feel him release your hands and grab your face, pulling you up to him as he kisses you mindlessly. Breathlessly, moaning into your mouth all while moving his own hips now. You can feel him jerk his hips, imagining how he fucked his hand through facetime. This is better than that.
You prop to stand up on your knees, offering him the space to fuck you as hard as heâd like, and god. Itâs hard. Itâs deep, and itâs so clumsy. No rhythm, no thought behind it at all, you can fucking tell heâs purely running on adrenaline as he plunges into you.Â
Heâs actually going so hard, that your moans sound more pained than pleasurable, but thatâs not the case at all. You actually canât stop moaning, itâs just the fact that each time he slams into you, your throat lets out a broken sound.Â
For a moment, you think you can actually hear him unintentionally growl against your slack lips as he does it. Already heâs lasted longer than you thought he would, especially without a condom, and youâre so fucking impressed by it.Â
You slide your hand between your bodies, easily rubbing your own clit and drying out your throat even more with the consistent loud moans of how good heâs doing. After a few moments though, his hips stutter and you take that as a sign that you should take over again.
âI donât know how the fuck youâre doing this to me,â You laugh out of pity for yourself, âI really thought I could last longer than this.â
He barely hears you through his ringing ears and rapid heartbeat, but he chuckles at the compliment. Feeling like he must be doing something right to have a woman say that to him. Thereâs one issue. Heâs about two thrusts from cumming again and he will be damned to ruin this for you.Â
You take over, riding him harshly and rubbing your clit even harder. He takes a moment to try and distract himself from how good your pussy feels clenching him and takes it upon himself to bite down hard against his tongue. Something to hurt enough to keep his orgasm from bubbling over, but also not something so awful that heâd lose his arousal entirely.Â
You continue, pushing yourself back up from him and watching the way he tries to focus on anything but whatâs happening. You ride deliberately to get him off though, knowing that the second he does, youâll let yourself go too. He doesnât seem to be picking up the hints.Â
âAre you close?â You ask, out of breath and riding him so consistently that itâs becoming more and more difficult to hold your own orgasm. âLet it go, do it with meââ
Instantly, you hear him whimper out a moan as he releases the bite on his tongue. Shooting himself forward and hugging you so tightly that the pressure of your fingers against your clit is entirely unbearable.Â
âOh, god. Iâmââ You start, moaning against his hair as he hugs against you.
Heâs so fucking relieved, already releasing into you as you say those words. All he can do is breathe through it, feeling your pussy pulse around him as he continues to empty himself into you.Â
Itâs entirely too intense, his ears popping and heart threatening to send him to a hospital. Never did he think having sex was this intense.Â
Little does he know⊠itâs not. But even you, for some reason, find yourself wondering why the fuck that was so good.Â
By the time you pull yourself off of him, both of you wincing and trying to ignore the mixture of cum running down your legs, all you can do is look at him with curiosity.Â
He can barely open his eyes to look back at you, but he tries, he really does.Â
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Heâs not going home tonight. Of course heâs not. Like, how fucking rude would it be to take his virginity and send him on his way? Absolutely the fuck not.
In fact, you made him some food, wobbling on spent legs throughout the kitchen as he lays on his death bed in your room. (Heâs being dramatic.)
All he can do is listen to the sounds of you in the other room and think hard about how he just felt. Physically, it was a lot. Surely if sex is like that all the time, heâd rather not do it as often as Heeseung does. Honestly, his sanity would be at stake.Â
But like, youâre kind of amazing. Given, the two of you barely know each other past lame texts and bullying each other. Physically, you know him more than any other woman and thatâs a block he didnât think would be an issue until it became one.
You made him cum twice. And he thinks you did too, unless youâre lying just to make him feel better. Thereâs no way you didnât feel the intensity of that though. Thereâs no way your wobbling legs were lying to him when you got up and told him you wanted to have a snack before bed.
Thereâs no way you would let him sleep over if you didnât feel the same way he does right now.
And by the time youâre back, handing him a plate of food, he canât help but believe that nothing will ever taste as good as you.
The thing is, thatâs one of the main reasons you did this. To be praised, to have a man think youâd be the best he will ever have until he eventually meets someone else and they do better than you did. Now though, you feel weird.Â
This is a one night stand. A charity-fuck, as it still stands at least.Â
âSo,â You start, taking a bite of your food still as naked as can be regardless of how stupid it must look to be eating in a cum-soaked bed like this. âI guess you should change your bio in the app now.â
He looks at you, and then at his food.
âYeah, I guess I shouldâŠâÂ
âIâll help you fix your age on it. Now that you know what youâre doing with a woman and all.â
Itâs silent for a minute.
âIs it too forward if I say that Iâd rather just delete the app and keep calling you?â
Thank fuck Jake is forward and embarrassing with it. Youâre not ready to give up the single life but on the other hand, after that, youâre not exactly ready to share him with other women just yet either. If he wants to attach himself for a while, youâre going to let him. Purely because, like, look at him. Everything is endearing, and when heâs not being adorable heâs just being fucking hot.
Maybe you will be ready to give up the single life if itâs with Jake.Â
You nod with a smile, wondering if he expects you to delete the app too. Because youâre not so sure about that, but also you think you probably would if he asks with those stupid doe eyes.Â
Strangely enough, he doesnât even ask. He just starts eating the food with a content look on his face. Sweat having dried up but left his hair a mess, his skin is glowingâ you thinkâŠoh no. Why are you looking at him like this?
âHey, I should probably call Jay and tell him not to come home until late tomorrow or something.â
Jake nods, lifting his eyes to you and watching you take your phone out.Â
âI should call my friend too, he told me to let him know when I get my cherry popped.â
You snort at him with a laugh right as Jay answers the phone, and honestly, youâd rather listen to Jakeâs friend than Jay whining about having to spend even more time with his overbearing parents.Â
âHey Jay, donât come home 'til I call you tomorrow, bye.â You say quickly before hanging up.Â
Instantly youâre setting your plate on your table and launching yourself at Jake and his phone.Â
âPut him on speaker.â
Jake does just that, laughing at Heeseungâs reaction when he hears you speak rather than his best friend over the line.Â
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