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taste me on your tongue
a/n: guess who's gonna go see deadpool and wolverine again. last night i was battling a migraine, but at around midnight it finally fucking disappeared. so i wrote a small drabble that i'd been dreaming about to make myself feel better. it's short and spicy and i'm actually obsessed with it.
summary: the taste of him became an addiction you couldn't ignore. especially when he was adamant on sharing it in multiple ways.
word count: 0.8k+
pairing: logan howlett x reader
warnings: semi-explicit, shotgunning, cigar taste, make out sessions, dry humping, his hand makes a pretty necklace, good girl usage, logan is messy with it.
His grip is loose on your neckβfingers splayed across soft skin he'd bite later. Heavy enough to keep you in place, remind you what he wanted, but with enough leeway for you to move. To slide into his lap with easeβhands braced on his leather clad shoulders. A smile painted across your heavenly face; one he tried to burn behind his eyelids in the hopes of replacing his nightmares with visions of you instead.
The cigar was set between his teeth, smoke curling past his lips that mumbled your name. He half expected you to remove itβtoss it into the ash tray and leave it to smolder for the rest of the night. You surprised him by pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth. A pleased sigh escaped you when he pulled you closerβthe evident bulge on his jeans gave enough information about what he wanted.
"Ain't you pretty tonight," he said, thumb running along your collarbone. "Get all dolled up for me baby?"
You nodded. "I wanted to meet you at the door."
"Mm." Whatever plans the two of you set flew out the front fucking window the second he saw you prancing towards himβa soft smile on your face and hearts practically reflecting in your eyes. "Prettiest fuckin' thing I've ever seen."
Your teeth dug into your bottom lip, hips shifting over his with a whine. And Logan felt his body beg him to move this along. To strip you of your clothes and drop them to the ground. He merely spread his thighs a bit wider, forcing your legs to stretch over his hipsβyour fingers a sharp dig through the layers he wore.
"I missed you today."
"Yeah?"
What he wouldn't give to see that look in your eyes every fucking morning. Soft enough to break his already damaged heart. Yet filled with enough love to put it back together.
"This place is empty without you Logan."
There'd never be anything sweeter than knowing he held a spot in your life. Days without him left you longing for his touchβhis voice whispering in your ears. Logan felt like an anchor. A reminder that you belonged right there with him; you weren't lost in your place in the world when he existed to find you. Although whether you knew it or notβLogan felt the exact same about you.
"'M gonna try somethin'," he said, voice hoarse as he pictured what would come after this. "Hold still for me bub."
His calloused palm slid up your throat until he gripped your chin tight enough for your lips to part. Heat pooled in your stomach when he tugged you closerβhis nose barely nudging against your cheek. You thought he'd kiss you like this. Still puffing on a cigar and lips tinged with the taste of it.
You almost wished he had.
The sight of his lips closing around the end, sucking in a mouthful of smoke, before he pulled it free caused your stomach to dropβthe throbbing in between your legs suddenly unbearable. You wouldn't have been able to ignore it if you tried. And thankfully Logan was always adamant on giving your body the attention it needed.
The attention he claimed you deserved.
Pushing your cheeks together, he brushed his lips over yours in a kiss. A whimper climbed its way up your throat and nearly broke free. If it weren't for the smoke he blew into your open mouthβthe taste of his cigar now a part of your sharp intake of breath.
"That's a good fuckin' girl," he groaned.
Giving you no chance to respond, his lips clashed against yours in a messy kiss. The smoke that remained now escaping between the two of youβdisappearing into the air within seconds. His tongue licked across your teeth, spit a wet smear along your bottom lip. For the brief second he pulled away, shifting to cup the back of your neck, a string of saliva left the both of you connected.
You took it all. Each rough grunt and deep lick he gave you. And you met him with soft sighs and moans of your own.
"Can I have another?" you asked against his cheek, hips starting a slow grind against his lap.
Logan's whole body jolted at the soundβhis breath, a hot pant against the skin of your neck. He was lucky he didn't finish in his pants at your question. Yet before he could give you a straight answer, he was shoving the cigar back in his mouthβpulling in another long drag to gather as much smoke as possible.
How could he deny you something so sinful? When you asked like an angel.
"C'mere," he muttered around a mouthful of smoke. Careful to keep it from escaping.
You smiled, fingers tangling into his hair, and met him halfway for the kiss. Logan felt a piece of himself settle deep into your chestβforever now a part of you.
don't look at me okay. i just want him to blow smoke in my mouth.
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summary: Logan fucks you with one of his cigars.
pairing: Logan Howlett x afab!reader
warnings: 18+ mdni. smut. object insertion -> unlit cigar. don't try this at home. wc: 509
an: welp, here i am, writing about object insertion once again. first time writing Logan despite pining for him since 2000. thanks to @missredherring for having no qualms about being fucked with a cigar. you're a real one.
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Logan lands a heavy thumb on your clit and swirls the tiny button producing an excess of slick from your glistening sex. "Want 'er nice n' wet." He brazenly informs while puffing on a lit cigar nestled between his lips.
Earlier, he tempted you into his bedroom with a grin; you didn't notice the new box of cigars tucked under his arm. He softly commanded you to lie on his bed and to hold your legs apart.
"I wanna try somethin'."
You should've known how this would turn out when he stood between your thighs and brought one of the fresh cigars to his nose, smelling it like a predator catching whiff of wounded prey.
He teases the head of an uncapped cigar along your puffy, slick opening and slowly drags the blunt end up and down, making sure to gather as much sticky arousal as he can before pushing into your warmth. "There ya go, you can take it."
The pressure is noticeable as it glides across your velvet walls. The cigar is as thick as one of Logan's fingers and grazes all the right spots as he languidly fucks you with it. "Wanna taste ya all day long."
Your stomach cramps at the thought of how inappropriate it was to be fucked with such an object, not to mention the fact that Logan would be puffing away on your pussy soaked cigar in front of people.
"Come on, kid. Drench it." Logan commands, making your cunt clench hard as he rubs tight, steady circles around your clit and forces you to come with no chance of denial.
He husks immoral praise while he continues to thrust the cigar deeper, staining it with your arousal until you try to clamp your thighs together and push at his forearms, overwrought with mind-numbing bliss. "Logan, please," you whimper pitifully as your cunt beats in time with your heart.
He smirks before sliding the cigar from your heat, eliciting a soft, relieved groan from your chest. You watch in awe as he raises and inspects the cigar. It's effectively soaked, dripping with your creamy arousal, and the thought makes you lightheaded.
Logan plucks the old cigar he was puffing on from his mouth and eagerly replaces it with the one just inside you. He cuts the cigar cap with a butterfly blade he keeps stowed in his pocket before flicking his lighter; the foot sizzles, burning like the sun before he takes a few cautious drags and tongues the freshly sodded head. Earthy smoke swirls from his mouth as he leers down at you like a dragon fresh after a kill.
"Fuckin' delicious," he mutters. The words are garbled, barely coherent, over the cigar before he rolls it to the corner of his mouth with his tongue.
A weak laugh breezes out of your throat, and you shake your head with bewilderment before two brute hands catch you by surprise and wedge your knees apart. Logan splays your thighs wide open with a wicked smile.
"Got 9 more to go, bub."
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First Smoke π¬
π¨γ»γ»γ»l. howlett x fem!reader
rating. m
word count. 2.5k
synopsis. you were everything logan shouldn't want. young, religious, and innocent. you were sweet to everyone. and you've never been touched. logan wants to be your first everything.
warnings. age gap relationship (reader is 21, Logan is nearing 50) , religious reader, innocent reader, smoking, shotgunning smoke, dubious consent, dry humping, spanking, a bit of toxic relationship dynamics, logan is not a good person, not edited
β³ pt.1 / pt.2 / pt.3
Youβve always been attracted to Logan Howlett. From his strong buildβbroad shoulders, the fine lines of veins on his armsβto his carefree disposition. You liked the way he carried himself, confident, lumbering, like his dick was too big between his legs. You especially liked his belts. The thick, worn, leather. The large buckle was always either silver or bronze, engraved with a design.
It was a worldly lust, one you shunned for many years growing up. One you tried to pray away. A test from God to see if you could remain devout. And for a while, you were doing so good. You kept your left for him down, you prayed for the strength to face him everyday.
And then he offered you a drink.
You were back the next day, and the next, and the next. All with the promise of great pleasure and even greater corruption. You prayed every night for forgiveness and went back to commit more sins, more atrocities against your body. You never let Logan take your virginity, but he did penetrate you with his fingers nearly every day. Youβve seen his erect cock, long and thick, 8 to 9 inches of solidity, while he jerked off while fingering you. He came on your belly, just nearly missing your cunt.
You sat like a pretty, little doll in Logan's garage in white stockings with flower designs on them, a white dress dotted in lilacs that went down to your shins, a white cardigan you knitted yourself, and your iconic mary janes heels. You fiddled with the pearl necklace sitting delicately on your collarbones while your heels clicked and your cardigan fell slightly off your shoulder.
Logan was shirtless, the muscles of his sweat covered back flexing as he rummaged through his toolbox. He was beautiful, sun-kissed, pants hanging low on his lips with that thick belt of his. His hair stuck slightly to the nape of his neck.
After a moment, he grunted, closed his toolbox, and reached into his pocket for a lighter while going over to grab a cigar. He placed the thick thing between his lips and flicked his lighter.
βIsn't that dangerous, Mr. Howlett? Lighting a cigar around grease and oil and gasoline?β You ask softly, watching him take a long drag before blowing the smoke. He looked at you with a quirked brow. βDonβt worry about it, doll.β He sat down on an old chair across the garage out of the sun, fingers motioning you over to sit in his lap as you always did. He loved you in his lap, your frame so pretty on top of him, the way you squirm.
Your eyes flickered to the open garage door, rolled up all the way to let the waning sunlight in. βI can't, Mr. Howlett. Someone will see us.β And that someone will recognize you as the pastorβs daughter and inform your father that you were caught in his lap. Canoodling with not only a man, but a man twice your age. Heβd never let you out of the house again.
Logan glanced out of the door. βNah, weβre hidden behind the bike.β A lie that fell too smoothly from his lips. You both were in the corner, in the shade. Eyes would glaze right over your bodies. No one would notice you two unless they were truly taking the time to look. People rarely ever did.
You seemed to calm a little at his words and carefully made your way over to his little corner where he lounged. Logan offered out a hand to keep you steady as you hiked up the skirt of your dress a little and straddled his thighs. You placed your hands on his chest to balance yourself. You liked the hair on his chest that led down his rock solid abdomen. There was a single vein leading down below the belt.
You looked back over your shoulder at the open garage door, eyeing the street as a car passed by. Logan noticed the worry pressing wrinkles to your face, the doubt in your eyes and grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him instead of the street. Smoke came out of his nose slightly, βstop worrying.β
He took another long drag of his cigar and watched with amusement as you eyed the thing curiously. βYou don't want none of this, baby. Itβs too strong for you.β Loganβs hand stroked your thigh through your stockings. Your lips unintentionally formed into a small pout. You were used to being told no in your life, but Logan never did. You liked the freedom that came with being with him, even if that was at the expense of your soul. You were making dealings with the devil.
Logan sucked up smoke into his mouth and grabbed you firmly at the back of the head, pulling you in to press your lips to his. He blew the smoke between your lips and let it fill your mouth and billow down your throat. Breaking away, began to cough into the back of your hand.
βI told you; too strong for a little babydoll like you.β
The taste lingered on your lips and in your mouth, smokey, bitter. How could he possibly enjoy this stuff? He smoked and drank like it was nothing but you had remained abstemious your entire life, you weren't accustomed to the taste yet. More importantly, your lips had tasted his lips. He had so suddenly stolen your first kiss from you.
You whispered to him, βthat was my first kiss.β
βOh baby,β Logan leaned forward, chuckling softly. βThat wasn't a kiss. I can show you what a real kiss looks like.β He took his cigar from his mouth, enjoying the way you shuddered as his prickly facial hair brushed against your cheek. He kissed you because he could, because he wanted to, because he knew if he didn't steal your first kiss from your delicate hands, someone else would. He had to take everything from you, be your first everything, possess you wholly.
You were awkward, squirming, unsure of what to do with your mouth, your tongue. Logan held you by the hips, pulling you ever closer, tasting of smoke, whiskey, and bad decisions rolled into one. His tongue pressed to yours, tracing and exploring every crevice of your mouth. He was not gentle with you. You were no child, you could handle it.
Your lips tasted like a medley of fruit from your lip balm and toothpaste. You were fresh, clean, so terribly pure that every lick of his tongue against yours, every orgasm he drew out of you dirtied you in the mud of sin. Your hands were clawing at his shoulders, your hips pressed down into his lap with the help of his hands.
Another car went past and you leaped away from his kiss, panting. βSomeoneβs going to see us, Mr. Howlett. My father will kill both of us.β Logan didn't seem to care all that much. He pulled the skirt of your dress up and pulled you down until your body pressed flush with his. Your little cunt pressed right to the large buckle of his belt.
He reached between your legs and found a weak spot in your stockings, jabbing his finger through and ripping the lacy fabric through the middle to access your pretty center. You were wearing another pair of cotton panties, white, with a little bow on the front. βMr. Howlett.β You whined at your ruined article of clothing. Youβd never be able to explain it to your parents. βListen to me. We can't, not here.β
βWe'll be fine, doll.β He grunted, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. Logan was so much stronger than you, his hand forcing you to press yourself down onto him, your cotton-covered clit catching along the design of his buckle. You gasped, shuddering, your eyes growing heavy. Your hands on his shoulders, rubbing his chest. You weren't like you were before. Timid. Afraid. You were scandalous in a way you never thought you would be. You took the time to grind your hips against his buckle, finding just the right ridge to play with your clit.
How he's tainted you.
Logan leaned back, smoking with a serene smirk while he watched you take your pleasure against his belt. It was quite the show. Your fingers against his solid chest, your eyes fluttered to a close, the way you humped him almost like a desperate bitch in heat. Dulcet moans passed your lips like a song, silky and sweet with a touch of depravity.
βOoohβ Mr. Howlett~β You liked all the bumps and ridges of the design on his buckle, the way it all tickled your pussy at just the right spots and angles. Logan stroked your hip with his free hand, smoking with his other. You were all whiny and squeaky, already falling apart in his lap. Heβs made you something monstrous, disgusting. And you liked it.
You were soaking through your panties. Any other time you would have been humiliated, the sin of your lust. But oh, you were hitting all the right spots and you couldn't hear anything beyond the ringing in your ears. Someone could have walked right into Logan's garage and witnessed you pleasuring yourself on his belt of all things and you would have hardly noticed.
Logan, thoroughly amused, took a long drag from his cigar and blew it into your face. You felt a little hazy, whining a little. βStop.β He did it again, smiling and chuckling lowly as you squirmed. βI can get the whiskey out again, doll. You seem to enjoy yourself better when youβre drunk.β
You shook your head. βNuh uh, let meβ let me keep going. I'mβ¦enjoying myselfβ just fine.β You squeaked as you found a little nub to rub your bundle of nerves across. You could feel everything as if you didn't have any panties on at all. Your underwear stuck to your cunt like a second sink, so thin that it might as well not be there in the first place.
You were a sensitive little thing. Getting you to cum was an easy task. A few clicks at your clit, a few dirty words in your ear, and you were melting into a puddle in his lap. This time, you were doing it all by yourself, showing off all you had learned. But there was nothing quite satisfying about that. Logan liked his unwavering control over you.
So as you teetered towards the edge of relief, Logan grunted, βDon't you cum until I tell you to.β There was a warning hidden behind his voice. There would be consequences if you disobeyed. You were used to obeying, you just found a new master to serve.Β
You cried softly. βNo, no, no, βm so close,β you slurred, rutting your hips like a wild animal. Logan tapped his cigar off the side of the chair before placing it back between his lips. βDon't you dare, doll.β It threatened unknown possibilities, an infinity of punishments. βIβll march you out into the street and finger you in the front yard. Everyone will see you for the slut you are.β
Heβd never actually do it. Logan would like to keep the sight of you cumming to himself alone, but the threat was enough to keep you at bay, to keep his firm control over you.
You shook your head wildly, still rubbing and humping, tears pricking your eyes. βNo, pleaseββ You wept at the thought of being ousted from your community, disowned by your family, made to be some shameless whore on the street. A man like Logan would never marry you. He'd never make you his wife. He liked playing with the hearts of little girls like you, who didn't know any better.
So you try your best not to cum with tears streaking your face, tears that only make Logan harder. You look so pretty when you cry. Partially from pleasure, partially from fear, maybe some pain. Your legs trembled with the weight of an orgasm denied.
You went like this for 2 orgasms. Your pussy rubbed red and puffy through your panties, a wet patch on the crotch of his pants from your dripping cunt. βI can't! I can't, Mr. Howlett.β You were sobbing hysterically. Your entire body shook violently with your next orgasm that rushed you like a freight train and came with a hot flash throughout your entire body.
Logan watched you cum on his belt, pussy pulsing and rubbing. You almost went cross-eyed, how cute. Your cheeks were dripping wet with salty tears he could just lick right off your face if he so desired. He liked seeing you cry, liked the way you sobbed like you had no sense.
You were panting, aching, nearly fell right off his lap if he didn't catch you. ββm sorry, βm sorry. Please don't take me to the yard. Myβ my family will never look at me the same.β You murmured out your words, still crying like a baby.
βI ain't gonna take you to the yard, doll.β Logan, thoroughly amused by your panic, guided you to lay over his lap with your ass facing the open garage door. βI am gonna give you a spanking though.β He smiled at the whimper you let out; his hand flipping up your skirt to reveal your ripped stockings and soaked through panties.
You were reminded of when you were a little girl, in your father's lap when he would spank you for doing something bad. You wiggled and writhed with anticipation, fingers gripping his thigh. Logan soothed his hand over the soft skin of your ass as he gripped great handfuls of flesh into his palms.
The first one came with a great ring of skin against skin. You yelped, lunging forward. More tears, more childish crying. Logan rubbed the spot where he spanked you to soothe the pain. βQuiet down. You don't want anyone to get curious, do you?β You shook your head with feverish intent. You couldn't have anyone looking this way, watching you get spanked, reporting back to your father.
Logan raised his hand and brought it down against your other asscheek. You bit your lip to stifle the sob that threatened to leave you. You did the same when he spanked you again and again, biting so hard you could taste the metallic beginnings of blood.
In total, Logan spanked you 15 times before he deemed it enough and let you up. You were shaking like a startled dog, your once neat, pinned up hair now ruined, your dress wrinkled, your stockings ripped. You were a beautiful mess. His beautiful mess. He was ruining you.
βCome here, babydoll.β Logan coaxed you towards him as he put out his cigar in the ashtray nearby. He took you by the hips and pulled you back into his lap. You were so small and meek, you didn't even fight.
Logan brushed your hair out of your face, carefully fixing it back up with various bands and clips until it looked reasonably neat again. He was gentle for once, taking your chin in between his fingers, and he kissed you. He was tender with that too, licking the blood from your bottom lip with a smile.
Logan always had a habit of destroying his favorite toys.
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CALL ME DADDY w/Jujutsu Kaisen
More: Fem!Reader, explicit content, daddy Kink, dd/lg undertones, implied 24/7 kink play, blowjob, praise, punishment, spanking with a paddle, blood, riding, cunnilingus, squirting
Featuring: Gojo Satoru, Ryomen Sukuna, Nanami Kento & Choso Kamo
βΎ Satoru GojoΒ Β
The βDad JokeβΒ Daddy, βs very playful and dorky. He loves doing the stereotypical TV dad things like smoking cigars, having a worldβs best dad mug, and reading the paper during breakfast. Your number one supporter, always at every event or promotion you have, and heβs the first to support you when youβre down. Because he has more life experience, he enjoys guiding you.
βQuiet baby, Daddyβs tryin' ta read the paper.β He hushes you with a firm pat on the head. You're on your knees under the table, with his cock buried as far as it can go.
βSorry Daddy,β you whisper, taking his heavy cock out of your mouth. βI promise Iβll be quiet.β You look up at him expectantly through wet lashes.
βI know you will, love.β He smiles down at you before gently pushing your head back towards his cock. You happily shove It back into your mouth while he picks up his favorite mug and reads about the current world events.
βSuch a good girl, always listeninβ to what Daddy tells you, hmm? I think you deserve an award.β
βΎ Ryomen Sukuna
The 'Disciplinarian' Daddy, has very high expectations of you. Very strict with SO many guidelines and rules, it's almost like he wants you to fail so he has a reason to punish you. Heβs a brat tamer who readily reminds you who's in charge. Likes to physically enforce his rules and never skips a good spanking.Β
βIβm sorry Daddy, promise I am!β You sob as the wooden paddle comes down on your already bruised ass.Β
βYou didn't sound sorry laughin' and messinβ with me durinβ my meeting.β He grits out, forcing your hands to stay on to the side when you try to cover your ass.Β
βThought it was funny while mβ just tryinβ ta support us,β he brings the paddle down, ignoring your screams for mercy. βAll you do is sit at home andβ spend my hard-earned money.β
βI'm sorry Daddy I wonβt do it again.β You squirm when he rubs an especially sore spot on your ass that you know for a fact is going to sting for the next week.Β
βYea?β He slowly lets go of your hands.
βYes! Yes! I swear Daddy, on my life!β Your sob of relief turns into a scream when he brings his hand down again.Β
βWhat did I say about swearing things on your life, huh!?β
βΎ Nanami Kento
The βProfessorβ Daddy, he's so calm and patient with you. All he wants is to see you succeed. Likes taking you on informational dates like going to a museum or aquarium or just staying in and watching documentaries. Heβs a pillar of strength, very structured and strict but also forgiving and nurturing. Loves giving you praise and seeing your face lighten up when he teaches you something interesting.Β
βC'mon little girl, you can do it.β He encourages you from his place underneath you.Β
βI canβt do it! βS too big, Iβm so stupid!β You cry out, covering your tear-ridden face from your daddy.Β
He must be so disappointed, you think.Β
βHeyβ¦Hey, you can, princess, I know you can. Remember what Daddy taught you?β he pulls your hands from your face and places them on his big chest. You look into his eyes and nod.
βYea,β he settles you over his cock. βDaddy knows he taught you how to ride, you just have to do it yourself now. C'mon perfect girl you can do it.β
With his praise you nod to yourself before slowly guiding yourself down his shaft. Once you reach the hilt you moan and smile down at him. He smiles back before nodding back expectantly. You brace your knees on the soft pillows underneath them and slowly start bouncing exactly like he taught you.Β
βMy perfect girl.β
βΎ Choso Kamo
The βlowercase βdβ Daddy, the rare submissive daddy. He loves doing anything that pleases you and tends to be more forgiving when you break the few rules he has. He enjoys providing from a submissive mindset and being wrapped around his partner's finger.Β
βDo you feel good, baby?β Chosos asks from his position underneath your dress.
βMhm, feels so good Daddy, you always make me feel so good.β You moan when he goes back to eating you out. He says something else but it's muffled as he sucks on your clit, his fingers curl into your g-spot.Β
βRight there Daddy,β You squeeze his head between your thighs. βMβgonna squirt Daddy, youβre gonna make me squirt!β You yell before releasing all over his face.Β
βFuck that felt so good Daddy.β You grin at Choso whoβs come out of your now damp dress.
βYea? You tasted fuckinβ divine babygirl.β He grins up at you.Β
βCan you do me a big favor?β You blink innocently, already knowing the answer. His eyebrows frown in confusion.
βCourse I will baby, what is it?β
βCan you lick my mess up off the floor, donβ want my parents to wonder why the floor is wet.β
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i've been meaning to write something for a while now about how misinformation is not a partisan issue, it's just an issue in general. i was mulling over writing something about how infowars waterboards statistics into saying whatever alex jones wants β i'll still probably do that in the future β but it's not something that exactly supports my thesis here.
but, lucky me, i had a perfect example fall into my lap this week.
so, was andrew tate taken into custody over twitter beef with greta thunberg? the short answer is "no" but i'll elaborate.
here's the primary romanian news report about the cops taking the tate brothers into custody. the way that this has been reported in US news media has basically been that a pizza box in andrew tate's video response to thunberg helped romanian authorities confirm his location. here's a daily beast article that insinuates this:
In a video rant he uploaded to Twitter, in which he smoked a cigar and tried to brush off the online spat, he unwittingly displayed a pizza box from a local pizza chainβalerting authorities looking for him to his presence in the country.
here's the problem with that, though β none of the romanian journalists who reported on this story said anything about the pizza box thing. there's also a huge problem with these stories just... citing each other.
if you dig through the citation loop long enough, you end on this daily star article that cites tweets (jurnelism!) from, of course, alejandra caraballo
According to Alejandra Caraballo, a writer and clinical instructor posting on Twitter: βRomanian authorities needed proof that Andrew Tate was in the country so they reportedly used his social media posts.
(as an aside, if you follow her on twt, i'd heavily recommend against doing that. she spews bullshit like her life depends on it and i think this is inexcusable.)
these are caraballo's tweets in question:
the source for this is the romanian article i linked to earlier in this post. it doesn't say any of this. at least, the english translated version of it doesn't. for what it's worth, i'm not a romanian speaker, and i don't have any benchmark for judging if google's translation service is missing linguistic nuances. here's what it actually says:
Sources close to the investigation stated, for GΓ’ndul , that shortly after the completion of the computer expertise, the authorities waited for the right moment to catch the Tate brothers, who were always out of the country.
After seeing, including on social networks, that they were together in Romania, the DIICOT prosecutors mobilized the special troops of the Gendarmerie and descended, by force, on their villa in Pipera, but also on other addresses.
it's also probably worth pointing out that tate's villa was previously searched in april. while the article does say that social media was used to help confirm their location, it doesn't say anything about pizza boxes. and, like, given that tate is a prolific social media poster and was tweeting out videos of romania on sunday, i think it's safe to assume they had a wealth of other information to go off.
and if you don't want to take my word for it, nyt and wapo both reported that the spokesperson for the romanian prosecutor presiding over the case denied the pizza box thing:
Speculation online centered on whether a distinctive pizza box featured in one of Mr. Tateβs tweets to Ms. Thunberg had helped lead the authorities to him, but Ramona Bolla, a spokeswoman for the Directorate for the Investigation of Organized Crime and Terrorism, told The New York Times on Friday that that was not the case.
anyway, ain't it funny how caraballo's made the fuck up pizza tweet got 76 million views, 97k retweets, and 525k likes, while her appended correction got 78k views, 100 retweets, and 820 likes. her initial "source: my mind" tweet is still up. ain't. it. funny.
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Lost in a Labyrinth - Azriel x Reader
Lost in a Labyrinth Part II - Azriel x Reader
Summary: Lonely and heartbroken after his near kiss with Elain, Azriel finds himself at the door to the most exclusive pleasure house in Hewn City, The Labyrinth, taking Rhysandβs cruel advice. What he expected to find was a pretty girl to warm a bed with him for a single night. But instead he finds something he never thought existedβhis mate. A mate that is tangled up in something far more sinister than he could ever imagine.Β
Warnings: smut (minors dni), reader is a prostitute, uncomfortable situations (nothing extreme)
a/n: thanks for all the love on the first part! Hope y'all like this one just as much!
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βYou look well rested.β
Cashmere winked at you from her seat in front of her vanity. She was brushing out her long hair, getting ready for the evening. You let out a sigh and plopped down at your own vanity in the dressing room.Β
βI am,β you replied. βSomeone bought out all my nights this month but no oneβs shown up. Itβsβ¦strange, donβt you think?β
Cashmere shrugged, going back to looking at her reflection in the mirror. βSeems to me like youβve got yourself a secret admirer.β
You began putting on your makeup for the night, not that youβd have any clients. But you were still expected to be in the Courtyard for a bit. βSecret, maybe, but they're definitely not an admirer. If they were, why wouldnβt they come get what they paid for?β
βSome of these Lords just throw their money around to impress us. I wouldnβt think too much about it, Serenity,β Cashmere said. You fought the urge to cringe at the fake name. βConsider it a vacation of sorts.βΒ
βUntil Lydia finds out,β you snorted. βThen sheβll probably double book me.βΒ
βJust rub some kohl under your eyes,β Cashmere suggested. βMake it look like youβre still having sleepless nights like the rest of us.βΒ
βNot a bad idea.β
More girls walked in and you fell silent. Telling Cashmere about your current situation was one thing. You trusted her as a friend. But some of the other girls would likely pass on the information to Lydia and thatβs the last thing you wanted.Β
You finished your makeup before shrugging on a new lingerie set with a dark pink silk robe over it. You followed the girls to the Courtyard, ready to perform your nightly duties so you could retire back to your room for another peaceful night alone thanks to your mysterious donor.Β
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Your vacation was short lived because the next day, Keir showed up and requested sixteen specific girls, your name included, for a party that was being hosted in Hewn City with some elite nobles. Even the High Lord and Lady would be present apparently. Not that youβd be allowed to approach them. Every time you worked these kinds of events, all the girls were given strict instructions on how to dress, what to wear, and what Lords to entertain.Β
A dress was waiting for you in the dressing room. It was a long black dress that fell to the floor with two slits on the side to show off your legs. It was backless with a few thin straps that criss crossed on your lower back. Sitting beneath it was a pair of silver heels and on your vanity sat a matching silver jewelry set.Β
You had to forgo your bra for the dress, likely the reason it was chosen. You did a sultry smokey eye and dark red lip for your makeup before you pinned your hair into a pretty updo to show off the back of the dress.Β
By the time you were finished getting ready, the other girls were too. It wasnβt long before you were being led into the throne room. During parties like this, only the elite and those invited had access to this room in the castle.Β
The ebony floors were polished, the carved pillars spanning so high you could hardly see where they connected to the ceiling. Various nobles mingled together, sitting on settees, smoking cigars, with glasses of wine and whiskey in their hands.Β
The High Lord and Lady sat on their thrones on top of the dais at the front of the expansive room, dressed finely in all black with their crowns on their heads. Standing next to the High Lord was the General, the big, brutish Illyrian. Next to the High Lady stood the Shadowsinger, his eyes scanning the room. Youβd seen the Shadowsinger plenty of times during the occasional trips your High Lord and Lady made to Hewn City. But that night he had walked through your doors in The Labyrinth, you had been taken aback by how beautiful he was.Β
Memories of your night with him flashed through your head and you tried to fight off the blush and heat that started coursing through your body. Azriel had been a generous lover. Far more generous than your other clients, thatβs for sure. He had actually cared about your pleasure. Not to mention he was the hottest male to walk through your doors.
It was a pity that he had disappeared so quickly and never returned.
βAlright, girls, you know what to do,β Lydia hissed at the group of you. βDo not embarrass me. Anyone who steps out of line will receive a new mark.βΒ
That was the last thing you wanted to do. You looked down at your hand, at the small tattoo on the inside of your ring finger. You only had two more marks left. Two marks and then freedom would be yours.Β
You started mingling with the various Lords, pretending to eagerly listen to them brag about the most mundane things like their latest hunt or new investments. Servants meandered around, filling wine and whiskey glasses.Β
When you were younger, you had accepted them like most of the other girls. Having a little alcohol in you always made the night easier. But you were going to steer clear of itβnot wanting to jeopardize your progress with Lord Keir and Lydia.Β
You started making your way towards the front of the room. You had to steer clear of the High Lord and Lady but the wealthier and more important males always sat near the front. And if you caught the attention of someone Keir wanted gone, that would be just an extra bonus to the money youβd be making off them.Β
You were used to eyes trailing after you everywhere you went, but something else was tugging on your senses, making you feel not like you were being ogled at like always but watched.Β
Your eyes darted around until they landed on a familiar pair of hazel ones. Azriel hadnβt moved a single step from his post but his eyes were on you. Your steps faltered for a second, taken aback by how intense his stare was.Β
Was he scared that you would out him? Address him in front of his High Lord? He should know that you couldnβt. The same way he couldnβt mention anything that took place in the Labyrinth.Β
Your name being called shook you from your thoughts.Β
Your attention was pulled to a handsome male with long, white hair that matched his equally pale skin. Lord Thanatosβs golden eyes were running up and down your body as he sat sprawled in an armchair like it was the High Lordβs throne. He beckoned you to him with two fingers.Β
Your heart dropped to your stomach as you had no other choice but to go to him. He was your least favorite client but he had a weird obsession with you. It was rare for him to choose any other girl in The Labyrinth besides you. You gave him a seductive smile, slipping into your role for the night. βHow may I help you, my Lord?β
You let out a small gasp as he latched onto your wrist and pulled you onto his lap. The Lords around him all snickered. He brushed your hair to one side before whispering in your ear, βYouβre going to be helping me a lot tonight, sweetheart.βΒ
Your insides shriveled up. Lord Thanatos was your least favorite client because of how rough he was with you. But he paid a lot of money so Lydia and the guards often looked the other way, only sending a healer into your room once he left.Β
βIβm looking forward to it, my Lord,β you purred, resting a hand on his chest. You werenβt, of course. Not even because of the pain heβd inflict on you but more so because Lord Thanatos was Keirβs secondhand man and closest confidant. Which meant those two lines tattooed on your finger would still be there when you woke up tomorrow morning.Β
Lord Thanatos went back to chatting with the various nobles seated on the couches and settees around him. If it wasnβt for his wandering hands on your body, you wouldβve thought he was ignoring you. His hardening cock that was pressing into your backside had you shifting as much as you could to his thigh. You glanced around the room only to find Azrielβs eyes still on you. His fists were clenched, his face frozen with a hint of anger. Anger and something else that seemed suspiciously like longing.Β
You shifted again in Lord Thanatosβs lap for an entirely different reason now.Β
Cashmere happened to be walking by when Lord Thanatos grabbed onto her wrist and yanked her down to sit on his other thigh, forcing the two of you to share the small space.Β
She giggled. βTwo of us? Donβt tell me youβre getting greedy, my Lord.βΒ
You exchanged a small look with her. It didnβt happen often but sometimes clients wanted to take two girls at once. You preferred when you were chosen along with Cashmere, because you two were close friends which made it less awkward.Β
βI think Serenity wants someone to play with,β he smirked, his thumb brushing the underside of your breast. βIsnβt that right, sweetheart?βΒ
βAnything for you, my Lord,β you smiled. βYou know how much I love to please you.βΒ
He leaned back in his chair and tossed his arms behind his head like he commanded the room. βGo on then. Kiss.βΒ
You glanced at Cashmere who gave you a dip of the head so you reached forward and hooked some of her ginger hair behind her pointed ear before kissing her lightly. She tasted like cherry wine. You pulled back after a second and for some reason, your eyes caught Azrielβs. He was closer now, leaning on a pillar, wreathed in shadowsβwatching. He twirled his dagger in his hand with ease.Β
βOh come on, Serenity. Donβt play coy,β Thanatos laughed. βI know that mouth can do better than that.βΒ
Cashmere grabbed your face lightly, her eyes shining with a look that urged you on. You kissed her properly this time, caressing her face. This time the two of you gave the Lord what he wanted. But you could feel Azrielβs overwhelming stare still on you.Β
It wasnβt until your lips were swollen and you were panting that you finally let up. You could feel your lipstick smeared all over and wiped it with your hand.Β
βOh, sheβs made such a mess of me, my Lord,β you pouted. βWill you excuse me so I can fix myself up?β
βSure, sweetheart,β he said, pulling Cashmere closer to him. βBut donβt keep us waiting.βΒ
βOf course,β you said with a nod, rising from his lap.Β
When you glanced at the pillar Azriel had been leaning on, he was still staring. It was a bit unnerving. You let out a shaky breath and quickly hurried out of the throne room and into one of the bathing chambers down the corridor. You rested your hands on the edge of the sink, staring down at the basin. You just needed a breather. Just a second to collect yourself.Β
Not a moment later, you felt a prickling sensation on your skin and the hairs on the back of your neck rose. Your head shot up and you left out a gasp as your eyes met a pair of hazel ones in your reflection.Β
Azriel stood behind you, his shadows swarming him.Β
You whirled around, backing into the sink.Β
βWhat are you doing here!βΒ
Azriel took a step forward, out of the darkness.Β
βYou shouldnβt be here,β he stated in a low voice that had goosebumps rising on your skin.Β
You crossed your arms, staring up at him entirely confused both by his appearance in the bathroom of all places and his remark. βShouldnβt be where? In the bathroom?β
βNo,β he growled, stepping closer. βYou shouldnβt be here, at this party.β
βWhat do you mean? You know what I am. We were hiredββ You cut yourself off as you had a realization. βIt was you, wasnβt it? The one who booked up all my nights?βΒ
Azriel said nothing, gave no reaction other than his large wings twitching. You swallowed thickly and turned back around, away from his daunting stare, finding it easier to stare at him through the reflection on the mirror. You summoned your small clutch with some magic before pulling out your tube of lipstick.Β
βLook, Azriel,β you began, starting to apply your lipstick. βYouβre not the first male to feel ashamed after sleeping with me. If youβre doing this to absolve yourself from whatever guilt you have, consider it forgiven.β
Azriel stepped closer, his face darkening. βIβm afraid youβve misunderstood my actions. I do not feel ashamed because I slept with you, angel. Iβm ashamed that I made you sleep with me.βΒ
You shoved your lipstick back in your purse, turning around to face him. βYou didnβt make me do anything. I knew what this job entailed when I signed up for it, okay?β
βBut is itβ¦is it what you want?βΒ
You shrugged your shoulders. βI canβt say itβs been a dream of mine. But it's a hell of a lot better than being sold off to some male and having all my freedoms taken away.β
Azriel ran a hand through his dark hair, tousling it. βThose shouldnβt be your only two choices.β
βWell, take that up with our High Lord, Azriel, I donβt know what to tell you,β you sighed. βNow, if youβll excuse me, my client is waitingββ
You went to brush past Azriel to the door but he grabbed your wrist to stop you.
βDonβt,β he breathed, βDonβt go. I know you donβt want to be with him. I could see it in your eyes.β
βI donβt have a choice, Azriel,β you snapped, trying to pull your wrist free. βSo let me go.βΒ
βSounds like youβve already had all your freedoms taken away,β he bit back, his grip unrelenting.Β
βYou know nothing,β you argued. βIf this is the one thing I have to sacrifice to keep all my other ones, then so be it. Besides, Iβm almostββ
You cut yourself off, cursing in your head at your slip-up. No one could know about the deals the girls at The Labyrinth had with Keir. If word got out because of youβ¦
βAlmost what? What were you going to say?β
Azrielβs eyes were pleading with you, like he was hanging off every word that came out of your mouth. You let out a shaky breath and shook your head. βNothing. Nothing, forget it. Now, please let me go. Youβre going to get me in trouble with Lydia.βΒ
You tried to leave again but Azriel pulled you back. βI canβt stand to see you look so miserable with him. Please, let me help you. I paid for you tonight; Iβll go tell Lydia that Iβm taking you back to theββ
βShe wonβt care. Sheβs just going to give you your money back,β you cut in. βLord Thanatos pays a lot of money to have me. More than whatever you gave her.βΒ
βThen Iβll pay twice as much as him,β Azriel stressed. βOr whatever I have to in order to make sure he doesnβt end up in your bed tonight.βΒ
βI take my orders from Lydia. What she says goes.βΒ
βFine, give me five minutes,β Azriel said with heavy resolve. βJust avoid him for now and Iβll sort it out.βΒ
You looked at him closely. βWhy do you care?βΒ
βDonβtβ¦donβt ask me that,β Azriel murmured before he disappeared in a whirl of shadows, leaving you stunned and confused.Β
You left the bathroom finally, making your way back to the throne room. Your mind was screaming at you to go back to Lord Thanatos before you got in major trouble, but something else in you wanted to listen to Azriel. You had no idea why. You grabbed a champagne flute off a tray from a server and made yourself look busy near a pillar that concealed you from Lord Thanatosβs view.Β
Five minutes passed and you were beginning to lose faith in Azriel, resigning yourself to the night with Thanatos when he stepped out of the shadows behind you. You let out a gasp of fright, spilling your full glass of champagne. Azriel grabbed the empty glass from your hand and set it on a table before taking your hand in his and guiding you away from the pillar.Β
βI sorted it out,β he whispered under his breath to you. βBut Lydia seemedβ¦suspicious of my interest in you.β
βWhat do you mean?β You hissed back.
βSheβs wary of you being a spy for the High Lord,β Azriel answered, quickly.Β
You held back a laugh at that. βThen I guess weβll have to make her think youβre interested in me forβ¦other reasons.β
Azriel stopped and pulled you close to him, leaning down to whisper in your ear, βDonβt get me wrong, angel. I am interested in you for all those other reasons, too.βΒ
A chill skittered down your spine and you looked up at him with a coy smile. βGood, thatβll make this easier than.βΒ
βMake what easier?β
βThe show weβre going to put on for her,β you whispered.
Azrielβs cheeks turned a bit pink and you just knew you were going to have fun with him.Β
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Azriel found an armchair next to some empty couches in clearsight of Lydia and sat down, spreading his legs apart in invitation and patting his thigh. His face was unreadable as you sat in his lap, tossing an arm around his neck and throwing your legs over his thigh, leaving them to dangle. He placed an arm around your waist, his hand lying flat on your stomach, and pulled you closer to him.Β
Azriel leaned in, whispering, βI donβt want to make you uncomfortable.βΒ
βYou wonβt,β you replied, honestly.Β
His eyes searched yours for a second before he nodded. You placed a hand on his chest, running your fingers over his leathers. βArenβt these a little constricting?βΒ
His throat bobbed as he swallowed harshly. βIβm used to them.βΒ
You hummed, your eyes darting towards Lydia to see her watching the two of you. βWell, I much prefer you out of them, shadowsinger.βΒ
Your words had their desired effect. Azrielβs chest rumbled with a quiet growl, his hand caressing your waist. You giggled, pressing a few kisses to his jaw. His scent of cedar and night-chilled mist seemed to envelope you. He gripped your dress in his fist, his entire body tense.Β
βTell me something about yourself,β he whispered, lowly. βAnything.βΒ
βWhat do you want to know?βΒ
Azriel nudged his head into the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply. His breath ghosted over your skin, causing goosebumps to spread. βSomething real.β
You were never very forthcoming with your clients, always keeping your personal details secret and making up stories and lies to feed their curiosity. But something made you not want to lie to Azriel.Β
βMy name is Y/n,β you started, shifting closer to him so no one else could overhear anything said. His hand that was on your waist slipped to the exposed skin on your back, his fingers lazily trailing up and down. βI was born to a low-ranking noble and his bitch of a wife, my mother. I was going to be sold off like cattle to some Lord who had already gone through three wivesβyou can guess what happened to themβbut my friend, the one you saw me with earlier, helped me escape.βΒ
Azrielβs grip on you tightened, pulling you flush against his hard chest. You melted into the heat of his body, the thin dress you had on did nothing to keep you warm. The hand that was on your back slipped to your thigh, parting your skirt so he could touch your smooth skin. Your heart jumped in your chest.
βTell me their names,β Azriel growled into your ear. βTell me their names and consider them gone.βΒ
You laughed, darkly, twisting your arm around his neck to stroke the hairs at his nape. βNo need for that. Theyβve beenβ¦taken care of.βΒ
Azrielβs other hand drifted up to your throat, grasping it lightly and tilting your head back so he could pepper his own kisses along your jaw and neck. Your breath hitched and you found yourself grinding down on him, gasping as you felt his hardening cock. Suddenly, none of this was pretend. Had it even been pretend in the first place? Noβ¦no, it hadnβt. You had been burning and burning for him since the night he had stepped into your room.Β
βIβm sorryββΒ
You turned to look at him and kissed him firmly before he could finish his sentence. He groaned as your lips met his and you pulled away entirely too soon, lingering only centimeters away.Β
βIβm not,β you purred.
Whatever resolve Azriel seemed to have, whatever dignity of yours he was trying to preserve, all of it was forgotten in the moment. He lurched forward and kissed you again, his hand on your throat angling your head to his likingβthe rings on his fingers were cold against your heated skin. You moaned at the feeling of his soft lips, at the taste of him.Β
His tongue swiped your bottom lip and you gave into the subtle request, parting your lips for him and deepening the kiss. The hand that had been rubbing circles on your thigh slipped dangerously close to the place between your legs that seemed to be begging for him. Youβd never been so turned on in your life. The thrill of knowing eyes were on you and the feeling of Azriel consuming you caused your brain to numb all thoughts.Β
His hand on your throat slipped down your side, his knuckles running along the side of your breast. You arched into his touch with a mewl and he answered with a small huff, his wings twitching. Meanwhile his tongue was still exploring every inch of your mouth, claiming you in a way that had you throbbing in his lap.Β
Azriel pulled away, leaving you panting for air as he began to trail kisses down your jaw and neck again. His wandering hand landed flat against your stomach, pushing you farther into him until you were flush against his body, your legs falling open to either side of his thigh. Your half-opened eyes darted around the room.Β
It seems Lydia had lost interest in the two of you but another set of eyes were on you.Β
βThe High Lordβs watching,β you murmured as he tugged on your earlobe with his teeth.Β
βI donβt care,β Azriel growled, his mouth moving to nibble on the delicate skin of your throat.
βHeβs not going to get mad that you're allowing yourself to be seen with Hewn City scum?βΒ
βFuck him,β he snarled, biting down on your skin and causing you to gasp. He soothed the mark with his tongue before kissing his way up to your mouth again. βStop talking about another male while you're sitting in my lap.βΒ
βYes, sir,β you smirked before he kissed you again, his hips thrusting up into your backside. You groaned, your core rubbing against his thigh with his movement and causing a strike of lightning to flash through your body. The need for him was overwhelming. Youβd never felt this way towards anyone.Β
His hand drifted higher on your thigh, until his thumb traced the inner junction between your thigh and hip and felt the wetness that had started to spread there. A small whine came from the back of his throat that had butterflies fluttering in the pit of your stomach. You pulled away from his kiss to stare up at him with lust filled eyes, his own full of hunger and craving.Β
βAzriel?β
βYes, angel?βΒ
βGet us out of here.βΒ
Azriel didnβt need to be told twice. His shadows engulfed the two of you and transported you to your room in The Labyrinth. You were on your knees before him not even a second later, overcome with the need to taste him, to touch him, to devour him whole. You pulled at the laces on his pants, your fingers working quickly. Azrielβs hand slipped into your hair, fisting your locks in between his fingers.Β
βAngel, you donβt have toββ
βAzriel,β you cut him off, staring up at him with hazy eyes. βShut the fuck up.βΒ
Before he could reply, you yanked his pants down causing his large member to spring up, already hard and leaking. You nearly groaned at the sight. He was so big, so big and thick. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss against the head of his cock and he hissed, his fists tightening in your hair.Β
You stared up at him as you took his cock in your hand and licked up his entire length. He let out a loud moan, tossing his head back at the pleasure. You smiled at the sight, your other hand sliding down your body between your legs, hoping to relieve some of the throbbing.
But Azriel growled and yanked your head back.
βDonβt you dare touch yourself,β Azriel commanded. βOnly I get to touch you there.βΒ
If it had been any other male saying those words, you wouldβve laughed in their face. But it coming out of Azrielβs mouth only made your throbbing intensify. You whined, but listened, grasping his cock with both hands and finally taking him in your mouth.Β
βFuck,β Azriel hissed, guiding your movement with his hand in your hair. βFuck, your mouth feels so good.βΒ
Your thighs rubbed together at his praise and you continued to bob your head back and forth, swirling your tongue under his cock and running it along his veins. His hips began to thrust in time with your movement, his hand guiding you to take more and more of him in your mouth until he was fucking your face.Β
βYouβre taking me so well,β he moaned, thrusting into your mouth. βGood girl.βΒ
You choked, tears beginning to slide down your cheeks. Normally you would hate a client treating you like this but with Azriel it felt different. Maybe because his rough taking of you was coupled with small words of praise and encouragement, urging you on.
βJust like that,β he groaned. βFuck, angel, you look so pretty with your lips around my cock.βΒ
You whimpered, taking more of him until his cock was hitting the back of your throat. Your hands jerked the part of him you couldnβt take because of his unbelievable size. His groans and growls kept you going, kept the fire between your thighs burning. You needed him more than you needed air.Β
Azriel yanked you away from his cock by your hair and you whined at the loss of contact. He pulled you up off the floor, his eyes nearly black with lust. βTake off your dress,β he ordered.Β
You maintained eye contact with him as you quickly stripped yourself before him. The air around the two of you was intense, the need for one another so tangible. In this moment, you werenβt Serenity, the prostitute who worked here. But Y/n. The girl underneath the mask.Β
βGet on the bed,β he demanded. βOn your knees.βΒ
You scurried to the bed, doing as he asked. You were entirely exposed to him in this position, your arousal dripping down your leg. You could hear him taking off the rest of his leathers and waiting in anticipation until his hands fell on your hips, rubbing them softly.Β
βGods, you are so beautiful,β he murmured, one hand trailing up your back and gently moving your hair to one side so he could see your face. His cock rubbed against your folds, gathering your wetness. βFuck and so ready for me.βΒ
βAzriel, please,β you begged. You could feel yourself gripping around nothing, needing to be filled by him and him only.Β
βOne day, Iβm going to worship your entire body,β he grunted. βBut I need you, angel. I need you right now.βΒ
βPlease,β you begged again. βTake me. Iβm yours.βΒ
Azriel slammed into you so quickly, it knocked the breath from your lungs. You moaned at the feel of him, at being stretched so thoroughly. He waited a moment, his breathing labored, allowing you to adjust before he slid back out and roughly thrust back in.Β
βSay it again,β he growled, taking a brutal pace, slamming into you over and over again.Β
You whimpered, βIβm yours.βΒ
βAgain,β he snarled, his pounding into you causing the whole bed to shake.Β
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head at the intense pleasure. Your whole body was tingling at his touch, at his words. βIβm yours, Azriel. Iβm yours.βΒ
One hand stayed on your hip to help keep you in place while the other slithered up your back and into your hair, fisting it again. He pulled your head back, exposing your neck as he drilled into you. Your back arched as you cried out at the feeling. You had already been so turned on, your orgasm was quickly building.Β
βMore,β you groaned. βMore, Azriel, please.β
He growled and yanked you up by your hair, pulling your body flush against his. The new angle felt deeper, his cock brutally hitting you in that sweet spot that had you seeing stars. His hand traveled from your waist to your breasts, squeezing and caressing them. Your head fell back against his shoulder as your body arched into his touch.Β
He released your hair to rub circles on your clit, leaving you both breathless and screaming.Β
Your body was entirely his in this moment. He controlled every ounce of your pleasure, every cry that came from your lips. You had never reveled in giving yourself up like this before. Not until Azriel came.Β
βAzrielβ¦Iβm gonnaβ¦.Iβm gonna,β you panted, the lewd noise of skin smacking together the only other sound in the room.Β Β
βBe a good girl and cum for me angel,β he whispered, huskily, in your ear.Β
His words pushed you over the edge and your orgasm slammed into you. Your entire body clenched around him as waves and waves of pleasure crested through you. Your vision went white hot with it. Azrielβs name fell from your lips like a Devilβs prayer.Β
βFuck,β he hissed, fucking you through your orgasm. Until you finally came down from your high, your body slumping in his hold. He let you fall to the soft bed, your face smashing against the cushions as he held you up by your hips. His rhythm became desperate, feral until he finally came, burying himself in you with a loud growl.Β
You were both still panting as he slid out of you with a hiss and fell to the bed next to you. He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled your body on top of his, letting his wings stretch out. You laid a cheek on his chest, feeling safe as he wrapped both arms around you.Β
βDonβt leave this time,β you whispered.Β
Azriel kissed the top of your head. βI wonβt.β
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Three days later, you were sitting in Lydiaβs office, your nightgown covered in blood, a numb look on your face. Keir was standing before you, leaning against her desk with his arms crossed as he sneered down at you.Β
The burning on your ring finger was lingering, one of the tally marks gone.Β
βLydia tells me that the shadowsinger has taken a special interest in you,β Keir said, stroking his jaw. Your eyes remained distant, staring past him to the wall.Β
The blood was still warm on your skin and you knew the body lying in your bed hadnβt even stiffened. You knew better than to talk during these meetings, allowing Keir and Lydia to converse with each other while you sat there.Β
βShow me your hand,β Keir ordered.Β
You lifted your arm, holding it outstretched to him. He took it, twisting it to see your ring finger.
βShe only has one mark left, my Lord,β Lydia added from behind her desk.Β
βI see that,β Keir said, letting your hand drop. βYour last target is the shadowsinger. Kill him and you will have completed our bargain and will be free to go.βΒ
Your heart dropped into your stomach, your eyes going wide as you finally looked at the male standing above you. βW-what?βΒ
βYou heard me, girl,β he snarled. βKill the shadowsinger and youβre free to go.β
Kill the shadowsinger and youβll be free to go. Kill the shadowsinger and youβll be free to go. Kill the shadowsinger and youβll be free to go. Kill the shadowsinger and youβll be free to go.Β
Keirβs words played in your head over and over again as you made your way to the bathing chambers to finally wash the blood of your latest target off you.Β
Kill Azriel and youβd finally be free to leave this place. Finally free to take all the money youβd been saving up and leave this damned court to build a new life for yourself. The dream youβd had all along. Kill Azriel and your dream of being free would finally come true.Β
Kill Azriel.Β Β
Kill Azriel orβ¦donβt and end up stuck here, lost in The Labyrinth forever.Β
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Soured Whiskey
Logan Howlett x reader
Summary: Your one night stand with a handsome stranger at the bar leads to a different endeavor.
Word Count: 2k
Warning(s): HEAVY ANGST, brief cursing, small moments of action and violence, brief drinking, Logan being protective, MEGA FLUFF, SMUT 18+ β Unprotected sex (wrap it up kids), oral (f! receiving), fingering, skin + body appreciation, Logan being a gentleman and the reader being lovely. (Basically distant soulmates).
A/N: I'm officially seeing Deadpool and Wolverine tomorrow and I'm so excited! But in the meantime, I thought I'd add to the pile of Wolverine smut.
Strings of ornately hung light bulbs decorate the bar, bringing a cozy old-school vibe to the modernized saloon. Closing the door behind you, the cold city atmosphere was instantly transformed into a quaint and warm invitation. Youβre friends couldnβt stop raving about this new bar and that you all just had to go here and try the endless menu of cocktails and tapas.Β
So through your busy work week, your friends informed you to meet at the bar on Friday once the sun started to go down. But much to your dismay, your friends bailed on you, even after repaying that theyβd be there for you and help you unwind, to de-stress.
You got stood up. By your own good friends who you thought had your back.Β
Sighing to yourself, it was too late to give up now. You were already here, so you might as well order a drink.Β
Sitting at the bar, you sat up straight on the stool, not paying attention to who was sitting next to you. It didnβt matter. Patiently waiting for the bartender, the sight of someone sitting next to you crosses your peripheral vision. The manβs muscular arms lean against the counter, reaching for a couple of fresh cashews.Β
βHey there, what can I get you?β The bartender asks.Β
βJust a whiskey sour, please.β You reply.Β
βGot it, and same for you, sir?β He questions, pushing a singular whiskey glass to the person to your right.Β
βYeah, thanks.β The stranger replies.Β
The strangerβs gruff voice takes you by surprise, but you pay him no mind.Β
Rolling the coaster in between his fingers, the bartender places your bright whiskey sour in front of you. The refreshing yellow foamy drink is adorned with a lemon swirl and a dried cherry for garnish. Just the sight of it makes a well-deserved smile rise through your lips. Taking a sip of the cold drink, the bartender turns to the back wall with the more expensive bottles of liquor, and passes it to the stranger on your right.Β
Getting a glimpse his way, the man finally comes into view. His masculine features take over your attention; the manβs full dark head of hair, beard, and strong jaw seem to put you in a hypnotic state. Glancing towards you, his light hazel eyes gaze into your e/c orbs, providing a somewhat welcoming gaze, however his stern and annoyed expression makes you turn away.Β
Returning to your drink, the stranger lowers his arm next to yours, letting you see a freshly lit cigar in his hand. Blowing the smoke away from you, he silently watches you take another swig of your drink before checking the empty text message bubble once again.Β
βRough day?β He asks.Β
Sighing into your hands, you jokingly squint your eyes at the stranger, and set your phone down.
βYou have no idea. Iβbe been craving this damn drink all day.β You reply.
Running your index finger around the rim of the almost empty glass. Smirking, the stranger raises his glass towards yours.Β
βNameβs Logan.β He says.Β
βIβm Y/N. Itβs nice to meet you Logan.β You answer, clinking your glass with his.Β
Finishing your drinks and dinner in a comfortable silence, Logan silently watches you, observing some of your mannerisms that stand out to him. The way you sit perfectly straight, how you wipe your mouth after every bite, and even the outfit you picked for yourself. Your light grey cardigan sits perfectly on your shoulders along with the casual white button-up shirt that was underneath it. The pair of black dress pants and ankle boots make you look professional yet comfortable and he liked that.Β
However, this minuscule moment of peace didnβt last long. The scent of strong liquor and the hint of douchebag lingers in the air behind you and Logan. Taking another puff of his cigar, Logan glances your way, warning you to not pay these drunken idiots any attention.Β
Polishing off the remainder of your drink, Logan waves for the bartender, and prepares to take your tab.Β
βI got it, Logan. Donβt worry about me.β You advise.Β
Placing his hand over yours, Logan stops you from using your debit card, motioning to the three men behind you.Β
βThatβs not what Iβm worried about, darlinβ.β He warns.Β
βYou shouldnβt worry about her, man. We can take care of her. Weβll take her off your hands.β One of the drunk men sneers.Β
βNo thanks, boys. Iβm happy where I stand.β You state, looking at Logan, rubbing your fingers over his knuckles.Β
Joining you and Logan, the bartender slams his hands on the counter.Β
βI told the three of you that youβre not allowed in here! Get out before thereβs trouble.β He orders.
βOr what, man? What will you do? Weβve been coming here sinceβ¦ this place opened.β The idiot spurs, stuttering to give a clear answer.Β
Blowing off his friends, the young man stumbles to your left side, slipping on the way to nonchalantly lean on the bar, still desperate to impress you. Ignoring him, Logan watches the other two men leave the bar altogether, clearly done with their friendβs shit.Β
βLemme take you out and show you a good time, beautiful. Surely I can do better than the guy on your right. I know I can fuck you better than him.β He explains.Β
Not noticing that heβs crossed your personal space line, you instinctively back up into Logan, whoβs nearly at his breaking point.Β
βLook, bub. She said no. So, take the hint and get the hell out of here. Sheβs with me.β Logan rebuttals, just as a wave of rage overtakes his voice.Β
The sudden sense of feeling claustrophobic creeps out on every single inch of your skin. Glancing down at your hands, you discover that youβre now white-knuckling the edge of the wooden countertop, and Logan begins to ball his fist around his whiskey glass.Β
Leaning closer to you, the young man tries once again, and fully crosses the line.Β
βCome on, sweetheart. Let me treat you better.β He whispers next to your face.Β
Suddenly, you see red. The strangerβs hand touches your mid thigh and you merely fly back on the barstool.Β
βGet the fuck off me!β You shout, pushing the man away.Β
Within seconds, Logan pushes himself from his own seat, and grabs the young man by his hoodie. Punching the man in the face, he falls to the floor with a streak of blood leaking out of his nose. Wiping his nose, the bartender manages to pull Logan away, before returning to tend to the young man. Tugging Logan closer, he subconsciously wraps his arms around your frame, making sure that youβre out of harm's way.Β
βYou alright?β He asks in a low whisper.
Silently nodding, the two of you refuse to move, and your hand is still lingering on his chest.
βYeah, Iβm okay.β You answer.
*****
Within seconds of shutting your front door behind you, Logan was on you. Deepening the kiss between you both, you could tell that he wanted more. Pushing you against the door, a growl escapes from Logan as he picks you up and walks into the kitchen. Placing you on the marble countertop, his hands work quickly to rid you of the cardigan on your shoulders.
Gliding his lips down to your neck, you wrap your legs around Loganβs waist. Feeling a small moan escape from your lips, you swore that he might fuck you on the cold countertop. But he wasnβt that rebellious. Tearing his own jacket off, Logan carefully carries you through the apartment and down the hallway to your bedroom.
Sitting you down on the edge of your bed, he momentarily breaks the space between you and lifts your shirt from your body. Tossing it across the room, Logan bends down and takes your face in his hands.
βYou sure you want this, darlinβ? I donβt want to give you the wrong impression.β Logan advises, gently stroking your cheek.
βIβm sure. I want this with you. And only you.β You consent with a nod.Β
Silently nodding, Logan slowly leans in and pulls you in passionately. His kiss is slow and steady, allowing him to relax at this moment. Feeling his heart swell, Logan couldnβt remember the last time someone wanted him in the way that you do.
Discarding the remainder of both of your clothes, you lay down on the comforter, melting into the soft fabric and Logan follows suit. Gripping his broad shoulders, your fingers press into his hot skin as his lips lock onto yours. Trailing his hand down your bare body, Loganβs fingers reach beneath the waistband of your lacy underwear and press against your clit.
Meeting your throbbing folds with his fingertips, you break the kiss and moan into his mouth. Staring into his hazel eyes, his orbs light up, fueling the sensation of your lust. Rubbing circles into your clit, Logan descends your body with a series of longing kisses to each part he passes.
Discarding the fabric from your core, Logan kisses the sensitive skin of each of your thighs, feeling you shake before him. His scruff makes you chuckle as he can hear your heartbeat ringing in his ears. Licking your folds, your breath hitches in the back of your throat as you watch Logan become more and more mesmerized by you.
βYouβre so beautiful, Y/Nβ¦β He whispers in the dark.
Connecting his lips with your clit, a moan escapes from your lips. Pushing his tongue past your entrance, Logan holds your hips in place to keep you from squirming. Gripping the thin comforter, you squeeze your eyes shut, unable to handle the heat rising in your face.
Watching you from afar, Logan continues to eat you out in a steady fashion, letting you enjoy the moment. Running your fingers through his thick hair, you can feel a butterfly sensation rising up to your core. Sensing your body working with his, Logan gently squeezes your hips, lifting you just a touch. Tasting your orgasm reaching its end, your toes curl against the bedding and you cum against Loganβs tongue.
Gasping for air, Logan crawls before you, and his entire physique comes to life. His strong muscles and veins donβt frighten you like so many others, but here everything about him brings you comfort. Wrapping your legs around his waist, Logan balances himself over you, still making sure this is what you want.
βI want you, Logan. All of you, I trust you.β You declare, wrapping your arms around him.
Your vow brings the thought of tears to his tortured eyes, knowing that he has truly deserved this moment.
Lovingly holding his face, Logan briefly touches the tip of your nose with his.
βI donβt want to hurt you.β He responds.
βYou wonβt.β You advise him.
Leaning his forehead against yours, Logan rubs the tip of his cock in time with your folds, sending excitement through his veins. Sliding himself past your entrance, the two of you look at each other, sharing a loving moan. Thrusting his hips together, Logan longs to be deep inside you. He wanted to forget about the world and get lost in you.
Burying his face in your neck, Logan leaves no space between the two of you. Moving in time with his loving thrusts, the sensation of Loganβs manhood against your walls felt like a new stress reliever that you didnβt know you needed. Surrendering to this new wave of euphoria, your fingers run along the strong muscles along Loganβs back, touching the flexing fibers beneath his hot skin. Sinking deeper into you, Logan finds your sensitive spot, causing you to aggressively scratch his back.Β
Clutching the back of his head, the new scars heal within seconds, whilst Logan slightly groans from the light ripple of pain. A burning sensation of heat starts to rise in your core, you could no longer handle the tension, and Logan continues to ride out the remainder of your orgasm in pure awe of you. Gasping for air, Logan surrounds his arms around your body, and rolls the two of you on your sides.Β
Pressing his forehead on yours, Loganβs warmth cascades over you, giving you a blanket of warmth in the cool room. Shifting in his arms, he gently runs his fingers through your hair, just as you trace his dimples.Β
βWell, thank you for a very interesting night, Logan.β You whisper.Β
Smiling, the two of you share a loving laugh together, and Logan pulls the comforter over you, succumbing to the warmth beneath the blanket.Β
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Sunshine [4] - Ray of Light
AN: My loves, thank you so so much for your wonderful support and lovely comments and HCs! β€οΈ Youβre amazing! β€οΈ
I hope you like this as well, and please donβt forget to tell me what you think, thank you! π₯°
Pairing: Logan Howlett x Female!Reader
Summary: A ray of light shines through the clouds.
Word Count: 4242 (to everyone who might be wondering why every chapter is turning 4k+... it's the martini I mean it baby)
CW: Smoking cigars,Β explicit language, mentions of sex
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Logan was no stranger to the feeling of restlessness.
For him, it was around every corner; impossible to get away from. Even now, having just returned from the latest mission Charles had sent him on, he couldnβt help but feel like a caged animal, desperate to get out.
He gritted his teeth, slamming the door open to enter his room before he unzipped his suit and took it off, tossing it to the corner of the room. After putting his jeans and white shirt on, he ran a hand through his hair and made his way downstairs to the kitchen. Scott and Jean were already there, perched on the stools while Storm sat on the kitchen island, busy with a file. Rogue was rummaging through the fridge and Bobby was making a sandwich on the counter, still in his suit.
βDo we still not have beer in this place?β Logan asked to no one in particular and Storm looked over her shoulder.
βThis place hasnβt stopped being a school since the last time you asked, so no.β
βGreat,β he murmured. βSoda it is.β
βItβll be good for your health,β Rogue said with a grin, then tossed him a bottle which he caught mid-air. He extended his arm in Bobbyβs direction without a word and Bobby touched the bottle, making it ice cold.
βThanks,β he grumbled and pulled himself a seat.
βWhy are you in a bad mood?β Storm asked with a curious look in her eyes. βThe mission was a success.β
βIs it because that guy almost stabbed you?β Bobby asked, making him frown.
βHe didnβt almost stab me,β Logan said as Rogue closed the fridge, nibbling on a slice of pizza.
βWhen people stab you, do you get annoyed?β Bobby asked and Logan raised his brows.
βMore annoyed than right now? Nah, itβs about the same.β
βTo repeat, why are you soββ Jean started but stopped talking mid-sentence, a smile pulling at her lips. βAh. I see.β
βWhat?β
βWe were supposed to come back from this mission around afternoon,β she said. βAnd itβs Monday.β
Shit.
βJean, stay out of my head.β
Jean grinned at him. βOh Iβm not in your head. Donβt need to be.β
Scott looked between them. βIs this about Theoβs mom?β
The impact of the simple question was almost instant on the small crowd in the kitchen. Storm immediately put the file in her lap aside to look at him, Bobby stopped making his sandwich and looked up from the jar of peanut butter he had stuck the knife in, and Rogueβs jaw dropped.
Great.
βWait, seriously?β Bobby asked. βYou and herββ
βThereβs nothing,β Logan cut him off, forcing himself not to let his thoughts drift to her. βScott has no idea what heβs talking about as usual.β
βYouβre just pissed off because youβll have to wait until Friday to see her again.β
Logan scoffed. βThat has nothing to do with the situation.β
βI think you two would make a cute couple,β Storm said and Jean nodded.
βOh absolutely.β
βStop it, both of you,β Logan said with a frown. βAnd for your information, I could see her whenever I want.β
βI donβt think theyβd make a good couple to be honest,β Bobby interfered, βI mean donβt get me wrong but youβreβ¦β he motioned at him, making Logan raise his brows. βYou.β
βNothing gets past your observation skills, does it?β Logan deadpanned while Rogue suppressed a laugh and took another bite of her pizza.
βOpposites attract is definitely a thing.β
Logan opened his mouth to retort, but was instantly distracted when he heard familiar footsteps coming closer to the kitchen, making him look over his shoulder. It wasnβt long until Theo appeared at the door in his pajamas, making Rogue let out an βaw!β.
βHi Theo.β
βHi Miss Rogue!β Theo gave them a happy smile. βAnd Mr. Logan and Miss Storm and Mr. Cyclops and Miss Jean and Mr. Ice Man!β
Even Logan had to admit, the kid was adorable. Theo pushed his glasses up, blinking up at them while holding a huge tin container to his chest as the small crowd in the kitchen greeted him back, making his smile bigger.
βHi bub,β Logan said and Theo waved at him with one hand while still clutching to the tin with the other.
βWhat are you doing up at this hour Theo?β Storm asked and Theo looked down at the tin container, then up at them again.
βUmββ he said. βDo you know my friend Ralph?β
Bobby tilted his head. βThe fish guy?β
βYeah!β Theo nodded fervently before pushing his glasses up again. βSo he told me his mom never baked him cookies, andβI didnβt know moms didnβt bake cookies because mine does whenever I feel bad, so I told my mom about that and umβ¦yesterday she baked cookies for me to bring here,β he said, pressing his index finger on the tin as if to emphasize his point. βEveryone had one but you werenβt around, Professor X said you were busy, and I stayed up late so that you could have some cookies as well.β
She had baked cookies.
For the whole school.
Logan had to remind himself it was the middle of the night so he couldnβt in fact go all the way to her apartment to see her and kiss her andβ
Focus.
He had to focus.
But for fuckβs sake, it was almost agonizing at this point. She was actually, genuinely nice, as if it wasnβt enough that he couldnβt stop thinking about how beautiful she was, how sweet she smelled, and just how much he wanted toβ
Not going there, he forced himself to think. Focus.
Theo made his way to the kitchen island and stood up on his tiptoes to place the tin on the island, making Jean press a hand on her chest and Storm smile softly. Scott ruffled his hair, making him smile up at him.
βThank you, Theo,β Jean said. βPlease tell your mom we thank her as well.β
βOf course!β Theo said, his voice cheerful. βGood night!β
βGood night bub.β
βGood night Theo!β
βIβm so going to babysit when you two get together,β Rogue said through her teeth as if she was hanging by a thread while Bobby rushed to the container to open it the moment Theo left the kitchen. βI swear to God, Loganββ
βNo, I agree with Bobby,β Scott said. βSheβs too nice for him.β
Bobby pointed at Scott with the cookie he was holding while Logan flipped him and Storm grabbed two cookies, tossed one to Rogue and turned to Jean.
βIβll fill Charles in about the mission, are you coming?β
βSure,β she said and grabbed a cookie as well. βIβll see you guys later.β
With that they both walked out of the kitchen, Storm talking about what an adorable kid Theo was before Bobby popped the cookie into his mouth, then let out a moan.
βJesus this is too good!β he said. βNo Iβm serious Logan, sheβs like actually pretty and nice and bakes cookies. When was the last time you did anything nice for us?β
βI saved your life like half an hour ago, dipshit,β Logan pointed out, making Rogue laugh. βAnd every word out of your mouth makes me think I shouldβve sat that one out.β
Scott chuckled and took out a cookie out of the container, then nodded at Logan.
βDo you want to have one or do you want to go ring shoppingββ he started but he was cut off when one of Bobbyβs friends, Caleb, if Logan wasnβt mistaken, entered the kitchen.
βStorm said there were cookies?β
βOver there.β Bobby motioned at the kitchen island. βTheoβs mom made them.β
βOh she's such a babe,β Caleb said as he reached out for the container, making Logan turn to him while Rogue made a face. βThe things Iβd do, seriously, the milf of myββ
He didnβt get to finish his sentence when Logan grabbed his arm and slammed it to the counter while Rogue exclaimed βEw, Caleb!β and Scott tilted his head.
βLogan,β he said, his voice completely calm. βWeβre not slamming students to flat surfaces.β
Logan gritted his teeth, glaring at Caleb whose heartbeat got much faster, the unmistakable scent of fear lingering in the air.
βCaleb, right?β he growled. βListen Caleb, the next time I hear you talk about her, or even look at her in any way,β He unsheathed his claws, causing Caleb to let out a whine. βI will rip your fucking tongue out. Do you understand?β
Caleb nodded fervently again and Logan clenched his jaw, then pulled his hand back and Bobby grabbed Caleb by his shirt.
βItβs his first time in public, thatβs why he is like this,β he said helpfully, dragging him out of the kitchen. βYou fucking dumbassβ¦.β
βSure,β Scott said after a beat, turning to Logan. βThereβs nothing going on between you and her.β
Logan sipped his soda. βShut up.β
Scott held up his hands, mocking surrender.
βJust something to think about,β he said with a smirk. βIβm gonna go find Jean. Good night.β
βAnd Iβm gonna find Bobby and smack Caleb,β Rogue said, pushing herself off the counter. βGood night Logan.β
βGood night kid,β Logan said as they both left the kitchen and he narrowed his eyes at the container on the kitchen island before making his way to it. He grabbed a cookie to bite into it, his eyes closing as the sweetness crumbled inside his mouth, making him let out a breath.
A scene flashed before his eyes, something out of a dream; him in a cabin in the woods with her in his arms. He buried his nose into her neck, inhaling her sweet scent into his lungs as he pressed her warm body against his, her heartbeat getting faster before he forced himself to open his eyes again, taking a deep breath.
βKeep it together,β he muttered to himself and popped the rest of the cookie into his mouth, then pushed himself off the counter and made his way upstairs.
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Throughout the week, it was one mission after the other. He was beginning to think Charles was doing it on purpose, and when Friday finally arrived, as much as he hated to admit, he could barely focus on anything else.
βCome on, to the lake!β one of the boys said as he walked past them. βRalph, whereβs Theo?β
βProfessor X wanted to see him, and I think he left already,β he heard the boy say. βUgh, I was gonna show him this new fish in the lake! Itβs huge!β
Β Left?
No, he was still around. Logan could hear his happy chatter with someone through the chatter of the crowd but her scent wasnβt anywhere near so he followed Theoβs voice downstairs, stepping out of the building beforeβ
βHave a nice weekend Mr. Logan!β
Loganβs head whipped around as Theo waved at him, then looked up to the man beside him as he took off his backpack so that the man could take it from him. βUncle Jamie, this is Mr. Logan!β
What the fuck?
βWho the hell are you?β Logan asked the brunette, making him frown at the apparent hostility in his voice, but he didnβt dwell on it.
βHello,β he said. βIβm Jamie. Iβm picking up the little guy today.β
βNo youβre not,β Logan scoffed. βDo we even know who you are?β
βYou donβt, but the school does,β Jamie said after a beat. βI appreciate the caution but his mother called Professor Xavier beforehand to let him know, so itβs okay.β
βUncle Jamie, Mr. Logan helped mommy out with the car when it broke down, and he drove her home the other day, I heard mommy talk about it with auntie Julie!β
Jamie tilted his head, his eyes narrowing. ββ¦How helpful of him.β
βAnd Uncle Jamie is the hero who saved me when I was in mommyβs belly, Mr. Logan!β Theo introduced him, making Logan raise his brows.
βIs that right?β
βI was an intern, Theo was a premature birth.β
Β βAnd you do years long follow up with all your patients or is this one a special case?β Logan asked as a dry smile twitched Jamieβs mouth before he clicked his tongue.
βIt is,β he said. βI could ask you the same question though. Do you drive every parent home, or is this one a special case?β
Okay no, he did not like this prick.
However, Theo was right there so he had to mind his language, for his sake.
βYou know what Theo, Iβm pretty sure I just heard your friends say they were going to the lake,β Logan said, making Theoβs eyes widen. βThey were talking about this huge fish. Do you want to go with Uncle Jamie or do you want to stick around a little to see that fish?β Β
βReally?!β
βGo ahead,β Logan said. βUncle Jamie will wait. Wonβt you, bub?β
Theo didnβt even wait for Jamieβs answer as he darted for the yard, and Jamie gritted his teeth, shaking his head slightly.
βUnbelievableβ¦β he muttered. βAre you even a teacher here?β
βSometimes,β Logan said with a shrug of his shoulders and Jamie hummed, then took out his phone and touched the screen before taking it to his ear, waiting for the other line to pick up.
βHi Jamie!β
It was almost funny, how her soft voice managed to put Logan in a better mood instantly but he tried not to think about it.
βHi sunshine,β Jamie said, making Logan frown. βListen, Theo wants to hang out with his friends a little more. Should I wait orβ¦?β
βNo no, you go back to the hospital,β she said. βIβll leave in like an hour or so anyway. Itβs a good thing that heβs socializing so umβjust, let him.β
βYou sure?β
βOh yeah,β she said. βThank you again Jamie, really.β
βNo problem honey.β
βYou can follow the way back,β Logan said, nodding in the direction of the gates when Jamie hung up and he heaved a sigh.
βI know your type, you know?β
βI doubt it.β
βNo no, I do,β Jamie said, motioning at him. βThis whole tough guy bullshit isnβt gonna impress her.β
A cocky smirk curled his lips. βWhat, are you threatened?β
Jamie scoffed a laugh.
βThatβs not what this is,β he said. βItβs just that Iβve known you for five minutes and I can already tell she deserves better than you.β
Thatβ
That was true actually. Even Logan knew that; hell, he had been trying to make himself understand that ever since he had met her, but no matter how much he tried, he just couldnβt.
Knowing it wasnβt enough to make him stop thinking about her.
βGuess you and I have one thing in common then,β Logan stated. βBut I seem to be making better progress in a month than you have in years, huh?β
Jamie shook his head.
βSee you around,β he said before he walked away and Logan took a deep breath, then ran a hand through his hair.
βAssholeβ¦β he muttered and made his way through the yard to keep an eye on Theo in case he got too close to the lake.
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The strange thing wasnβt that he smelled her the minute she arrived.
It was what her scent did to him.
As soon as the familiar sweetness tickled his nostrils, his head snapped up and he looked around, then got up from the bench he was sitting on, painfully aware of his heartbeat getting faster. He strode through the yard, away from where Theo and his friends were running around and towards the gates, where her scent was stronger.
He couldnβt help but notice she didnβt smell like him.
Jamie.
He had no idea why he was getting so worked up on the existence of that asshole, but somehow that detail alone managed to soothe the hot jealousy running through his veins. He knew Jamie had a point, he had been saying the same thing to himself ever since he met her, yet it didnβt meanβ¦
There she was.
He didnβt know how she managed to look everyone and everything else in shadows where she herself was the only thing illuminated as if she had her own ray of sunlight falling over her. The mere sight of her was enough to make him stare at her as she waved at him, her heart pacing in her chest as soon as her eyes fell on him, the pleasant sound nearly deafening in his earsβ
No.
He had to focus.
Logan had seen wild animals in captivity before. How they would be straining at their leash, how they would be slamming against their cage, nearly blind with the desire to be let loose and lately, whenever she was around, she had the same effect on him.
βHey stranger!β she said with a bright smile as she reached him. βAre you okay? You seemβ¦tense.β
Shit.
βMe?β Logan asked. βNah. Hi.β
Good string of sentences there.
βHi,β she said, looking up at him. βLook at that, youβre here.β
Logan pulled his brows together. βI live here.β
βNo no, I meantββ her heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening at the misunderstanding. βRight, of course you do. Itβs just that, when I dropped Theo off on Monday you werenβt here, not that I noticedβdisclaimer, I definitely did notice in case it has escaped your noticeβbut you know, I figured you were busy, and then Theo saidβ¦β
Alright, why did he find this cute?
Since when did he find things cute?
βAnd he mustβve seen someoneβs suit or something because now he wants one, and I told him he can have one for Halloween but guess who didnβt think that through, because now Iβll have to tell Julie, sheβs the arts and crafts person to go to in a situation like this. Iβm just going to bribe her with cookies which is everyoneβs favorite payment method I feel like β¦β
Donβt kiss her.
Do not kiss her.
A part of him wanted to go check with Charles to make sure he wasnβt fucking with his mind, to make sure she wasnβt a figment of his imagination because this wasnβt normal. Having her within his reach, all he could think about was pulling her closer, kissing her and taking her to his bed upstairs, to taste her until the only thing left in her mind was his name, her body trembling, her soft voice hoarse while she begged forβ
βAnd Iβll stop talking now because youβre giving me that look again, do I have something on my face?β
Fuck.
She was looking up at him with a small frown pinching her brows together so he shook his head and said the first thing he could come up with:
βI tried the cookies.β
β¦Yeah no, Charles had to be fucking with his mind to make him this tongue tied.
βDid you?β
βYeah.β
βDid you like it?β she asked, her heartbeat getting faster like she was nervous to hear the answer and Logan nodded his head.
βIt was amazing,β he said, making her let out a breath, a happy light shining in her eyes.
βReally?β
βIβm serious,β Logan said, βThe best cookie Iβve ever had in my life.β
βAw, thatβs wonderful!β she said, smiling wide. βI donβt think Iβve met anyone who doesnβt like chocolate chip cookies, so when Theo mentioned his friend I figuredβ do you know where he is by the way?β
He jerked his thumb over his shoulder.
βBy the lake with his friends,β he said. βCome on, Iβll take you.β
βFinally in the welcoming tour committee huh?β she joked as she started walking beside him and he chuckled.
βOnly for you.β
βMuch appreciated,β she said. βI was gonna come earlier actually but there was this thing at work, it was a disaster.β
βWhat happened?β
βWell, the grill stopped working around the lunch hour,β she said. βThey fixed it but waiting for food makes people very grumpy. There was this one customer, heβ¦β she made a face, making him frown.
βWhat?β
βHe was in a very bad mood but thankfully he calmed down when I gave him ice tea on the house.β
Logan shook his head slightly. βYou should stop being so nice to people, princess.β
That seemed to make her heart skip a beat, causing a small smile to curl his lips while her hand shot up to her mouth for her to bite at her nail.
βIn my defense, thatβs not being nice, thatβs just being in the service industry,β she mumbled. βGood thing it was fixed fast though.β
Logan hummed.
βSoβ¦β he trailed off. βUncle Jamie then?β
βOh, youβve met him?β
βI was around,β Logan lied through his teeth. βWhen he came here.β
βYeah, Theo adores him,β she said, nodding her head. βJamie saved his life when he was an internβfun fact, some doctors donβt take you seriously when youβre pregnant at 18 and completely clueless, so I knew something was wrong but he was the only one who believed me. He got chewed out by his supervisor but he ended up saving Theoβs life.β
Logan frowned, distracted from the Jamie issue for a moment.
βHis father wasnβt there?β
βNope,β she said with a bitter smile. βHe was uhβ¦busy.β
What the fuck?
βDo you know where he is now?β Logan asked, anger shooting through him and she let out a laugh.
Β βHeβs in the past,β she said. βAnd he should stay there.β
Β He wanted to insist, he really did. The guy sounded like the type of asshole who really needed to get his ass beaten, but before he could ask, she had already changed the subject.
βBut yeah, Jamie is amazing,β she said. βHeβs very protective, heβs like the brother I never had.β
He bit back the pleased smile threatening to pull at his lips at the second part of that sentence and hummed.
βYeah?β he said. βDoes he know that?β
βHm?β
βThat heβs the brother you never had?β
She blinked up at him in confusion, her brows pinching together before a look of realization downed on her beautiful face, her heartbeat getting faster.
βHe does,β she said, nodding her head. βSo does his boyfriend.β
β¦Ah.
He had misunderstood the situation.
That had to be what Jamie meant when he had said βThatβs not what this is,β he wasnβt trying to get with her, he was genuinely cautious about strangers such as himself. That whole exchange made sense now, considering the story about him saving Theoβs life; he had met her when she was alone, and had been trying to keep her and Theo safe ever since.
Of course.
βAnd heβs in a very happy relationship with him,β she added. βUnlikeβyou know, unlike me whoβs not in a relationship at all, totally single. Not that you asked but itβs likeβ¦itβs like general trivia about me, andβwhoa, today is a hot day isnβt it? Because honestly, it wasnβt this hot when I left the carββ
βMom!β
βOh thank God,β she muttered as she turned her head to look at Theo who was running at full speed to them and Logan bit back his grin as Theo reached them and flung himself into her arms.
βI missed you bean!β she said, hugging him tight and kissing the top of his hair. βDid you have fun?β
βYeah!β Theo said, his glasses slipping as he nodded fervently and she pushed them up again with a fond look on her face. The sight sent a warmth through Loganβs chest, a smile he didnβt even notice curling his lips. βWe saw a big fish!β
βReally?β she gasped, her whole attention on him, hanging onto every word he said. βHow big was it?β
βThis big!β Theo spread his arms as wide as he could, making her smile widen.
βWhoa, that sounds big!β she said. βWhat color was it?β
She was too good at this. Even an outsider could see how excited Theo was to tell her everything, how genuinely happy he was to have her there and how attentive she was with him.
βGray,β Theo answered. βMom, maybe itβll grow up to be a shark!β
Logan tilted his head and she exchanged glances with him as if telling him not to tell Theo it would not in fact grow up to be a shark, and Logan winked at her, making her giggle.
βMaybe,β she said, turning to Theo. βReady to go?β
βYeah,β Theo said and she fixed his shirt, then took his backpack from him to swing it over her shoulder.
βSay goodbye to Logan.β
βGoodbye Mr. Logan!β
Logan ruffled his hair. βHave a great weekend bub.β
βIβll see you around?β she asked and Logan couldnβt help but stare at her beautiful face before reminding himself to pull himself together.
βYeah,β he said, trying to focus. βDonβt be too nice to people until then.β
Her smile widened and she heaved a sigh, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly.
βDonβt be too mean to people until then,β she replied and took Theoβs hand, walking away with him. He could hear her asking what else he had seen in the lake and Theo listing every single fish he had seen so he watched them until they were out of his line of sight, then let out a breath.
βFuckβ¦β he muttered, frowning to himself. βSheβs beautiful, got it. Get your shit together.β
5 - Dusk
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Gaz looks like the type to say "My brother in Christ" frequently.
Ghost looks like the kinda guy who covers his face cause he's got infinite eyeballs and doesn't need anyone to know that.
Gaz's reaction to Ghost revealing that he's an angel and saying the typical "Be not afraid" nonsense goes about as one would expect, given the above information.
Soap: *shocked in Catholic* "You can't fuckin' say that to him, he knows Christ!"
Price: *wishing he had a cigar, or a drink, or a concussion.*
#call of duty#modern warfare#cod mw2#ghoap#ghostsoap#soapghost#simon ghost riley#john soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#captain john price#drabble
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very much inspired by a post iβll link at the bottom to avoid spoilers
i love putting john price in situations
simon had known price for over a decade, had served under him as his lieutenant for a good portion of it, so he was pretty confident in answering yes when asked if he thought he knew the captain well.
he could acknowledge he wasnβt as close as say laswell may have been, but he knew that priceβs wife was not common knowledge around the base either.
heβd pieced it together over the years on missions; catching the odd comment shared over coms; the glint of a ring around his neck; the odd teased mention of her when they sat in the rec room after barely scraping through a tough spot, when price needed the company as well as the silence ghost offered before returning to the real world.
it was how simon knew the sergeants were staying when price let slip about her one day. because he doesnβt let anything slip, wouldnβt, especially about her.
βgot anyone at home waiting for you, sir?β gaz asked as he sighed impatiently over the coms, hour three of silently waiting and watching had finally gotten to him.
βi do,β price said simply, not offering any further information. ghost could imagine the amusement tugging at his daft facial hair as price refused to continue without prompting and simon smiled under his mask when he heard johnny scoff next to him before chiming in.
βcβmon sir, give us a wee bit moreβn that,β he weedled. βwhenβd ya meet? is she nice?β
john hummed, the sound low and crackly over the radio in their ears. βmet when i moved.β
βoh, a real meet-cute type thing, eh?β gaz teased.
john ignored him. βwouldnβt say sheβs nice, soap. sheβs more than that. βniceβ is your auntβs new wallpaper; you have permission to shoot me point blank if i start calling her nice.β
βwhat is she then?β ghost piped up. this was the chattiest john had ever been on the subject and he was going to take advantage.
john went silent for long enough that the three men thought that was it, the end to their sharing session and knowing more about their captain outside of work. simon chewed the inside of his cheek.
βsheβs devoted,β john whispered finally before his voice firmed. βheads up, team, movement 2 oβclock. anyone got eyes on the target?β
β
it was months later when she was brought up again, the team thinking. nothing of it until priceβs phone pinged in his pocket enough times to pique johnnyβs interest as they prepped to leave.
βthat the wife, sir?β he asked.
john huffed, didnβt bother checking his phone as he turned and shook his head. βsheβs clingy, but she doesnβt bother me when iβm at work.β
βhowβd you know?β gaz asked. βcould be an emergency.β
ββnβ howβd you get her to agree tae thaβ?β soap followed up quickly, having had issues with his own flings petering out when he was distant and slow to reply.
βbeen with her long enough now itβs routine,β john said simply. he checked his weapons before heading for the exit. βhelo in 5, be air ready.β
β
the mission had gone to shit, and they were stuck hidden in a building that looked like it was 10 seconds away from collapsing under a brisk wind when ghost finally felt his patience snap.
it was no oneβs fault, but being stuck in another country with no back up and a target on their backs for an extra three weeks wasnβt ideal and johnnyβs insistence on playing cards at every opportunity to keep his idle hands and mind busy combined with gazβs tinny whistling had made for the perfect scenario to grate on simonβs patience quicker than anything else ever had.
βtell us about her. ya wife,β simon asked, his gaze slipping across to john, watching him pick at his nails. his cuticles were red and raw from four days of agitated fidgeting since theyβd ran out of cigars and cigarettes. every so often simon caught him pat his empty pocket before heβd remember and huff heavily through his nose like a bull.
john closed his eyes at the mention of his wife and sighed. he started his description without protest or hesitance. βshes soft spoken. christ, youβd hardly know she was there half the time, sheβs so quiet. but sheβs firm. stands her ground no matter what,β he chuckled. βdonβt think iβve ever won an argument against her.β
kyle laughed and ghost closed his own eyes, trying to picture what he thought the captainβs wife might look like. pretty certainly, but was she tall, plump, did she have an endearing gap between her front teeth, did she keep her hair short or long?
βsheβs a bit of a homebody,β john admitted bashfully, unaware of simonβs drifting thoughts. βbut i canβt say i mind it.β
βnot wanting to leave the bedroom much when yer back?β johnny joked, hissing when ghost punched his thigh.
john just smiled placidly, eyes still closed. his eyebrows pulled down as he gushed, βgod sheβs gorgeous in red. wears it every time i come home.β
βlucky bastard,β gaz huffed.
βyeah.β john nodded and finally opened his eyes. βyeah, lucky.β
βyouβll be back with her soon, cap,β gaz reassured him when he saw price swallow thickly.
βthanks, gaz. now whoβs taking first watch tonight? soap?β
β
john was quiet on the plane ride home, not unusually so, but ghost noticed the difference all the same.
he was pensive perhaps, worried what his wife would say when he finally got home a month later than scheduled, uncontactable the entire time. ghost could understand to a certain degree that john would have more important things on his mind than what his three subordinates were going to do as soon as they stepped foot on home soil, so he didnβt push when john ignored the few threads of conversation thrown his way by their younger sergeants. instead he nodded when john said a quick goodbye as they all parted ways in the airport.
simon could only assume john was the same all the way home in the cab that dropped him outside of his little three bed house.
he didnβt see however how john hesitated at the door to his home that evening. how he gripped the front door keys tightly in his fist, shook as he stared down at his feet instead of letting his eyes drift and catch on the windows, and felt as though he could crack a tooth from how hard he was clenching his teeth.
he finally opened the door when he thought the neighbours might begin to get worried and stepped inside, flicking on the lights as he went.
it wasnβt until he got to the kitchen that he found her.
stood bare foot, silent, eyes wide and pleading, blood seeping - always seeping. would it ever stop? would the blood ever end? - through her white pyjama top, his top that sheβd borrowed for the night, and trickling down her bare legs.
her mouth opened and she visibly struggled for breath, but no sound escaped even as her tongue wagged on the floor of her mouth, lapping at the backs of her teeth as all words escaped her.
he swallowed back bile.
βhello, sweetheart,β he choked out. βsorry iβm late.β
the blood pooled at her feet, the panties she wore were seeped a dark purple from the viscus liquid dying the dark blue material and the shirt stuck to her front. john had remembered loving seeing her like this in a morning, had always thought she looked best in as little clothing as possible.
βi know you hate it when work keeps me busy, but it was unexpected. we were caughtββ a high screech, not dissimilar to that of a whistle that only a dog could hear, pierced through his ears and cut his words short. he curled in and covered his ears, but he knew it would do no good, he shouldβve known better than to talk about work around her.
not after what had happened last time he got back late after overtime.
tears prickle at his eyes and the sound abruptly stopped. heβd never questioned why it seemed to be only him that could hear her protests, why his neighbours never mentioned a shrill cry every so often from his home. he had always said she was made for him and that had apparently translated literally into the afterlife.
he looked up at her again - it was best not to ignore her he found. it only made her angry.
βit wonβt happen again,β he promised wetly. βi did my best to get back as soon as i could, i promise, sweetheartββ he choked on his words, biting back a sob. she watched unblinkingly, silent except for the wet squelch of her feet on the laminate.
they both knew he wasnβt apologising for being late this time. he got like this sometimes, when her agonised face and mangled body was too much to bear after a long mission and the guilt bore down like a physical presence.
he couldnβt help but think if heβd gotten home even just an hour earlier he mightβve been able to save her, to have kept her company instead of leaving her on the floor alone and cold, maybe he could have caught the bastards that had hurt her while he was still travelling back from deployment after agreeing to hang back and finish his paperwork there and then instead of emailing it across.
he reached a shaking hand forward and blew out a ragged breath when his hand met nothing but frigid air. but when he brought his hand up to his face he could smell the copper tang of his dead wifeβs blood on his skin. the stench unwashable, cloying, but if he concentrated hard enough it ever so faintly smelt like the vanilla perfume she used to wear.
βwas telling the lads about you, love,β he forced an empty chuckle as he walked around her to the kettle and went through their usual routine. βthink they mightβve fallen a little in love, not that i could blame them.β
he ran a hand over his face and gave himself a moment to let the tears fall as his palm hid his eyes. her silence was the worst part of it all, but he could see the glaring red of her in his peripheral when he dropped his hand to the counter.
it wasnβt pretending his wife was still alive if she was right there at his shoulder, was it?
βlooks like iβll need to grab you some more pg tips, sweetheart,β he said and poured the boiling water into two cups, sparing a glance over his shoulder at his wife. βweβre almost out.β
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#idk if this is as good as i wanted it to be or pictured it to be when i first had the thought but i like it anyway!!#john price#price x reader#john price x reader#uhhhhhh spoilers after these tags#main character death#tw mcd#cw mcd#tw gore#cw gore#itβs mild#also mention of a break in and violent murder of reader sorryyyyyy
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Male reader x KΓΆnig
M/N had always been a wild card. Absent minded and it was anyoneβs guess on what he knew. He couldnβt tell you where any country was on a map but he could tell you more than five facts about any random topic. He was curious by nature. If he wanted to know more he didnβt care where he got the information as long as he got it. No matter who he had to ask.
As he sits there in the common room playing poker with Soap and Gaz as Ghost watches from the corner as usual he suddenly blurts out
βDo you guys think KΓΆnig is proportional with his height? Like dick wise?β
It goes silent. Soap stares, Gaz damn near chokes. Price. Price is the most disappointed. He just lets out a deep sigh and continues smoking his cigar. Ghost is the first to make a noise. He lets out a snort
βMy badβ M/N says. Going back to looking at his cards like nothing happened. But before anyone could speak again KΓΆnig enters. M/N stares and KΓΆnig stares right back. Soap lets out a sigh, knowing whatβs about to happen.
βHow big is your dick?β M/N asks KΓΆnig bluntly. KΓΆnig stares at M/N bewildered. M/N stares right back before tilting his head slightly and staring a little lower. KΓΆnig places his hands in front of his crotch.
βIf you donβt want to tell me then can I see? I wonβt ask you anymore questions if you let me see. I promise!β M/N asks. A bit desperately to be honest. KΓΆnig lets out a sigh. He nods his head to the barracks. M/N stands up without a second thought and climbs over Gaz to get to KΓΆnig. Quickly approaching is side.
βLetβs go!β M/N says as he drags KΓΆnig to the barracks. KΓΆnig follows behind him, mask covering his face and silent as usual. The others just watch them leave. A bit stunned. Soap breaks the silence.
βWhat the fuck is wrong with him? Have we got him tested yet?β
Price just sighs again. Not responding. KΓΆnig and M/N stay in the barracks for close to an hour before KΓΆnig reappears like nothing happened. M/N is no where in sight. Price raises an eyebrow at this.
βYou sure took a while to show him. Where is the lad anyways?β Price asks in a curious tone
βRestingβ KΓΆnig finally responds after a second.
Price and Soap stand up and head to the barracks. A bit worried. They let out a sigh as they finally find M/N.
M/N is laid across KΓΆnigβs bunk with only the blanket covering his exposed body as he lays on the bed on his stomach. Bite marks and hand prints littered across his body as he lays there asleep with his hair disheveled and only the blanket covering his bottom half. His clothes littered across the floor.
Eyes turn to KΓΆnig. He stares right back. Soap is the first to burst into laughter with Gaz following right behind. Even with the laughs M/N doesnβt stir. Clearly exhausted from his time with KΓΆnig.
Please comment. This is my first time writing!
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Jessica Rabbit Effect pt. 4
So a lot of people have asked what if Crocodile & Mihawk found out about Buggys hot wife. So here we are!
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β’ Buggy would be dragging his feet and reluctant on letting you go.. Truthfully he wanted to keep you on his little island village were you could live in ignorance and bliss. (Cause he's possessive)
β’ However it seemed some things couldnt be helped-
β’ Especially after your kidnapping attempt. So he felt safer dragging you with him to the Cross Guild meeting-
β’ "I'm so nervous" You admit, stepping in land as he kept you close.
β’ "Don't be- You'll be fine. I promise nothing will happen" He stated confidently, you assuming because these men were his friends- (While Buggy ment he'd kill to make sure no one harmed you)
β’ Once inside you saw them- And you damn near were ready to run back to the ship..
β’ They looked so much scarier in person!
β’ Craning your head up to meet the two massive men- Your nerves now all over the place as they just seemed to stare down at you.
β’ Hard-
β’ Your hand instinctively squeezing Buggy for reassurance.
β’ "Croc, Hawk- This is my Wife (Y/N)" Buggy said calmly with a hint of irriation in his voice at having them meet you at all, keeping a secure hand on your waist as you smiled softly at the two infamous men, still a bit nervous.
β’ "It's lovely to meet you both"
β’ Sir Crocodile and Mihawk exchanged puzzled glances as they stood before Buggy's wife.
β’ Perplexed-
β’ This pretty women was Buggy's wife?- Sure they had both heard rumors that she was apparently attractive but they assumed this was just Buggy's dramatic words floating around.
β’ However you were actually gorgeous!?
β’ Crocodile muttered, "Lovely to meet you as well-" Migawk nodding in greeting to you.
β’ "I know its a bit short notice me coming here and all, vut I made you both some gifts as a gesture of kindness" You say so sweetly as you reach into your bag and pull out the nice gifts for both of them nicely wrapped in colored tissue paper. Mentally praying Buggy's information was correct.
β’ Both Guild Leaders took the gifts in question- Still assuming something about this was fishy as both slowly ripped the tissue paper to take a peak at what you'd made.
β’ You had made a beautiful silk orange gold puff tie for Sir Crocodile since Buggy kept saying he was wearing a 'scarf' as a tie (But you knew better that it's a Puff Tie and not a scarf)
β’ And for Sir Mihawk you made him a white ocean cotton button down with front frills, you didn't make it as dramatic as you typically made Buggys but it was a incredibly pretty and beautiful shirt that would be comforble to wear whenever.
β’ Both men stared at the gifts, like they were trying to figure out what sort of trickery this was.
β’ "You made these?" Mihawk questioned at first,
β’ "I'm a seamstress" You state calmly, a bit worried they wouldn't be interested. However smiled when Crocodile complemented your craft and the quality of the tie.
β’ Once inside the main meeting room, conversation flowed naturally, You chatting up both men so they could become familiar with you. Even telling them the story of how you and Buggy met all those years ago.
β’ "Are you wanted to married him?-" Crocodile mused, taking another drag of his cigar.
β’ "Of course! He's so sweet afterall" Buggy looked miffed by Crocodiles words and the fact you gushed so much-
β’ Mihawk was the most interested in you however, taking sips of wine as he looked over you calmly.
β’ "Would you reconsider your marriage for a more suitable option?-" He so bluntly asked which made you blink in total surprise.
β’ "HEY!" Buggy yelled, Wrapping a protective arm around you as he began to yell at Mihawk for daring to 'hit on' his lovely wife- His temper definitely getting the best of him.
β’ Buggy throwing a full on tantrum now as he pointed a finger at Mihawk and screamed at him. The yellow eyed man grabbing his sword in warning-
β’ You flushed in embrassment and patted Buggys arm gently to calm him down before he got chopped to bits. "No No- I'm very happy in my marriage and love my husband dearly. I wouldn't choose anyone else-"
β’ Buggy stopped his little tantrum and seemed to be soothed by your gentle hands and soft words.
β’ Both pirates respecting such a loyal trait and moving on from such conversations.
β’ Both Guild Leaders found you quite enjoyable- You had wonderful humor, great in terms of conversation and essentially made up for everything your husband lacked.
β’ Work did take place however, Buggy and the two men talking over strategies of wealth and gaining a greater sense of power between them all.
β’ They did however find it irritating they couldn't beat Buggy's ass like normal- Seeing how it would upset you and the man seemed to be practically glued to you.
β’ By the time for you and Buggy to retire, Maps, Plans and even money had been exchanged-
β’ As the meeting delved later. Food and Alcohol was served, which left you full and a bit tipsy. Leaning your head on Buggy's shoulder as you soon fell asleep against him.
β’ "(Y/N)? Buggy said softly, claiming his arm to properly secure you against him as he saw your sleeping form.
β’ "Seems it's time to go our separate ways" Migawk said calmly, having finished off 4 bottles of wine himself and not too far behind you in terms of sleep. Crocodile wiping his mouth of the crumbs with a napkin as he set his near finished cigar on a ash tray.
β’ "Yes.." Buggy said softly, scooping you up with care.
β’ "....Since my wife is asleep- I need to say this to you both"
β’ Buggy didn't look at the two of them just stroking your hair as you slept- "I will only speak this once... If you two hurt my wife or make her upset in any way- Death will be the kindest thing I can give to you"
β’ They had always know Buggy hid his true abilities and simply didn't take things seriously- But they saw you were his only button.
β’ His only weakness-
β’ No words were exchanged, but a silent agreement seemed to settle on the three men.
β’ You were off limits.
β’ Buggy carried you out of the meeting hall, taking you to his private quarters so you could rest properly. Already mentally mapping out changing you into your nice PJs-
β’ The two men left behind watching their peer leave with his prized wife. Crocodile muttered, "How did Buggy manage to snag such a pretty and sweet wife?"
β’ Mihawk, equally mystified nodding in agreement.
β’ "It's a mystery as profound as the Grand Line itself."
Extra!-
"I can't believe those dirty bastards got you to make them clothes!" Buggy yelled, stomping his foot dramatically as he watched you sew at a purple and gold vest which clearly would belong to Crocodile by the large size.
You sitting in your favorte chair, dressed in comforble clothes as you continued to work into the evening in the home you shared with your dramatic husband.
"I make all your clothes" Gesturing to his low riding pajama pants and socks he was currently sporting. He waved this off with a dramatic eye roll-
"That's different your my wife and I still pay for your time since it's important! and they shouldnt get it fre-"
"They are paying me Buggy Boo" You cut him off quickly, taking the winds from his sails as he stopped mid rant.
"Eh?" He said confused, not knowing what you were talking about. You reach into your vanity next to you and handed your husband the letter both men had slipped you when you'd first met them in the guikd hall.
"They have me a lump some for 5 peices of clothes for each of them. 2 pairs of trousers, 2 shirts and a special item for each. For Crocodile he wanted this vest Im working on- and for Mihawk to restore a coat he liked" You explained, Buggy raising a brow at this news as he opened the letter quickly and read over how much they offered for such peices.
....
"GAHH!-"
Buggy yelled as he fell to the ground foaming at the mouth at seeing the large number.
15,000,000 Beri for each man....
He couldn't complain-
Well not about the men paying you so handsomely but about having to become the grumpy delivery man for his wife once the clothes were finished.
When he went to the meeting handing his two peers the clothes they had specially bought from you in the nice boxes youd always packed everything in.
Both men quick to open them and look over their new purchased goodies. Mihawk immediately putting on the repaired coat after seeing its quality- which was better then when he bought it.
"Tell your wife I'd like to make another commission when she has free time- I'll pay double" Mihawk said smoothing out the coat and seeing the nice gold pattern on the sleeves and nice red satin insides of the inner coat.
Crocodile adjusting his orange Puff Tie and he nodded in agreement and went through his box with great satisfaction. "Same for me as well-"
"I fucking hate you both..."
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Yuri Briar x Seme Male Reader
It's impossible to find any male reader fics about Yuri Briar from Spy x family, and I've had some ideas. I figured I may as well write them down, whether they end up being for myself or if others end up enjoying them.. I would like to continue this one, at least.
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Summary: Yuri Briar finds himself with a new coworker, a mercenary by the codename Snake Eyes. After working with the man once, he finds him to be a few things: incredibly unaware, incredibly efficient, incredibly strong, and kind of hot?? Not that he can see the mercenary's face.. Tall, fully armed, and respecting his sister, whom he hasn't even met? Just Yuri's type!
Walking into his superior's office, Yuri removed his hat with his left hand, held it over his chest, and used his right hand to salute his boss.
"SIR!! How can I help you!" He shouted out, with what his boss interpreted as the enthusiasm of a puppy.
"A man who's been murdering civilians was brought in today; I'm assigning you to interrogate him with the 'officer' who caught him in the room." He paused, his more serious demeanor dropping as he looked up at Yuri, smiling. "You haven't worked with Snake Eyes yet, have you? He's a highly skilled mercenary who we've managed to secure under our belt; you two would get along." His smile changed from a grin as he tapped his cigar into the ashtray on his desk. Sometimes, his demeanor almost seemed like a schoolgirl's..
Yuri was mildly confused. He had never even heard of a mercenary working with the State Security Service, something he questioned his boss about. He was only told that this Snake Eyes fellow handled their most dangerous cases.
"Here's the file on the suspect. You're in charge of the interrogation; Snake Eyes is only there for intimidation tactics and keeping the perp in line. There's a list of what we need to know in the envelope. Do your best, Second-Lieutenant Briar!!" His boss beams at the end, shooing Yuri out to complete the interrogation.
As he walked from his superior's office to the interrogation room, he looked over the file quickly but thoroughly. Usually, he had much more time to brief himself on the situation and the suspect and even gather his own evidence. On this occasion, Yuri hadn't even been aware of a murderer being afoot, though he figured it may have been due to the fact that a case like this was certainly something that the Lieutenant would handle. Or perhaps it was how overworked and exhausted he was that something like this never reached him. Yuri neared the room that the 'scum of the earth murderer' was held in, having read his name to be Halbert Johnson.
'What a terrible name... I can't believe garbage like this walks the same earth as my dear Yor..' He thought to himself; his enraged feelings could be seen clearly on his face. And expression that was clearly seen by the Lieutenant, who walked toward him from in front of the interrogation room.
"Second-Lieutenant Briar." He started. Speaking calmly and controlled. Stiffening, Yuri saluted.
"Lieutenant Sir!" he said, with that puppy-like attitude that his boss had noticed.
The lieutenant had decided that if the interrogation with Halbert went well, not only would Yuri be trusted with more important tasks, but he may be paired with Snake Eyes more if they seemed to work well together. The second 'privilege' being a request of the big man in charge. He walked Yuri back toward the direction that he had come from, toward where the Second-Lieutenant was originally headed, the interrogation room.
"I'm sure you were informed that you would be working with Snake Eyes." He asked. A rhetorical question. "He's the guy in the combat gear. Introduce yourself and begin when you're ready." He finished, walking away right after.
Yuri turned his attention to the man 'in the combat gear' with whom he would be working. His gaze started at the other man's feet, dragging upwards, a climb that seemed to go on forever.
'This guy is gigantic!!' Yuri thought to himself, his emotions, this time shock, evident on his face. This was Snake Eyes.
Snake Eyes was incredibly tall; the top of Yuri's head barely reached the guy's collarbones. He was dressed in combat boots with a visible steel toe, black cargo pants cinched in around his thighs with straps that held heavy-duty weaponry, ranging from combat knives to guns and-
'IS THAT A FUCKING GRENADE??' Yuri wasn't really sure if the other man was allowed to have that, but given the fact that he also wasn't really sure what the station of the other man was other than mercenary, he decided not to question it. He was in the headquarters of the SSS. If he wasn't authorized to have it, he wouldn't.
The straps on the mercenary's thighs connected to a belt that sat around his hips, weaving through the loops on his pants. This belt held more gear, one of which was clearly a pistol. He wore a form-fitting dark green T-shirt, matching the green color of the SSS uniform, underneath a bulletproof vest. His arms were concealed with a long-sleeved black compression shirt that he wore under the T-shirt, and his hands were adorned with black and green gloves with small orange details that seemed to have armored knuckles. Strapped to his back was a submachine gun.
Yuri wasn't sure if he should be more afraid of the submachine gun, the grenades, or perhaps the man himself. But as he looked toward the other's face, finally ready to introduce himself, he noticed that Snake Eyes wore a black balaclava helmet and reflective goggles, his identity completely concealed aside from his eye-catching tall stature. He looked like he could stop a truck bare-handed, or at least, that was what was on Yuri's mind as he stuck his hand out to greet his new coworker or whatever he was.
"Hello, I'm Second-Lieutenant Yuri Briar. It's nice to meet you. I was told we are working together today," he said. his tone was formal, yet the slight confusion and nervousness were pretty evident on his face.
"πππππ π΄π’ππ," the other man introduced himself, grabbing Yuri's outstretched hand and giving it an incredibly firm shake but not strong enough to hurt Yuri. "πΏπππππππ ππ ππ π ππππππ π πππ π’ππ."
The gear he was wearing muffled his voice, enough that Yuri couldn't match the voice if he heard it elsewhere, but not enough to make him unable to hear the other man clearly, and certainly not enough to make him unable to tell how incredibly deep the man's voice was either. What Yuri couldn't make out was any sort of tone in the tall man's speech nor the smile directed at him as they shook hands.
The two of them chatted for a moment, discussing the circumstance and who they were interrogating. This led Yuri to discover that while Snake Eyes was the one who brought Halbert in, he hadn't known the man's name prior to Yuri debriefing him. While he was confused and almost put off by the lack of information that the mercenary had, he sort of admired the fact that he was so committed to protecting the country that he focused on apprehending villains dutifully without worrying about the details, trusting his superiors fully. This was not at all why the other man was so ill-informed. He just didn't care; he was shown a face and given a location, and the rest was history, though it went over much more peacefully than he was used to.
Yuri stepped into the interrogation room first, slipping on his black leather gloves as Snake Eyes followed behind him, ducking through the doorway.
"Mr. Halbert Johnson, a murderer. I'm appalled a disgusting wretch like you was in the same city as my lovely sister." Yuri began.
His love for his sister and his dedication to protecting her showed immediately. Halbert did not respond, being aware that what you don't say cannot be used against you. Yuri settled at the seat across the table from Halbert, though opting to stand, leaning his weight on the table with his arms as he tilted forward toward the suspect, while Snake Eyes stood to Yuri's left, at the end of the table, facing the two of them with his back against the wall and his arms crossed, he said nothing. The other SSS officer in the room was unnamed to the mercenary, but he sat at a separate table directly across from him and faced Snake Eyes, writing down everything that had happened. Yuri continued to intimidate the murder suspect in front of him, making sure he knew that lying and withholding information was not to be tolerated while also very frequently mentioning and praising his beloved sister.
"The body of Patricia Phillips was found at the job site of a construction company that you work for. Significant evidence points in your direction; admit to your crimes." Yuri glared at the angry man in front of him. Seemingly having enough of Yuri's chatter, Halbert stood quickly, raising a fist to punch the Second-Lieutenant and shouting at him.
"FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMBASS SISTER, I DIDN'T DO SHIT!!" He spat, figuratively and literally, as he put his full force into his fist.
Stepping in quickly, Snake Eyes lifted his arm, gripping Halbert by the face and slamming him down onto the floor where he lay on his back, the mercenary's hand still holding the sides of Halbert's head tightly and forcing him downward, the killer's legs squirming as his hands gripped at the much stronger man's arm desperately. Yuri stood up away from the table, shocked and in a cold sweat from almost being punched.
"πΈ πππ'π ππππππ ππππππ π’ππ πππ πππππ ππ ππππππ ππππππ-π»πππππππππ π±ππππ," Snake Eyes spoke up, his hand squeezing tighter for a moment. "π°πππππππ£π ππ πππ, πππ ππππππππ£π πππ πππππππππ πππ ππππππ.." He finished, gripping Halbert from the collar of his shirt, lifting him off of his feet, and tossing him back into his chair. Halbert froze but was forced to speak when a kick hit the leg of the chair he sat in just as the man in combat gear settled back into his position at the end of the table.
"I.." Halbert choked on his words, fear evident on his face. "I'M SORRY!! I'M SURE YOUR SISTER IS LOVELY.. AND INTELLIGENT!! I'LL TELL YOU ANYTHING!" He shook.
Yuri was shocked by the entire situation, and the initial act of violence made by Halbert scared him. He could not have reacted fast enough to block it himself, though it would not have injured him too badly. However, he was most baffled by Snake Eyes' actions, not only because he stepped in to protect Yuri but also because he made Halbert apologize for trying to hit him and for insulting his sister. He flushed a bit at that, feeling admiration toward the tall man and secretly loving the fact that he protected him. Yuri cleared his throat, shooing the redness on his cheeks away as much as he could.
"Did you kill Patricia Phi-" He was cut off.
"Yes!" Halbert admitted.
"ππ πππ ππππππππ πππ." Snake Eyes said as he checked the number of bullets in his pistol, effectively giving the criminal a new fear. That fear was him, of course.
"sorry.." Halbert said meekly.
As the short interaction between the man in combat gear and the murderer went down, the officer documenting the whole thing sat stiffly, in secondhand fear of Snake Eyes, while Yuri scolded himself for being attracted to how the man scolded the criminal like a child for interrupting him. No one had ever really defended him or taken care of him like that besides his sister.
"How many others have you killed," Yuri asked cooly, with fake composure, as he thought fondly of the mercenary in the room with him. Halbert hesitated but answered immediately when he heard Snake Eyes cock his gun, something that made every man in the room flinch.
"Thirteen! I-Including the woman!!" Halbert yelped. His attitude significantly changed from the cool and irritated front he had put on when they originally entered the room.
Yuri continued to ask the man questions, discovering the whereabouts of each victim's body, the people Halbert worked with, and the names of the people he had killed, ending the integration, not without Snake Eyes striking fear into everyone in the room a few more times, of course. Exiting the interrogation room, Yuri peeled his leather gloves off, sighing and relaxing his shoulders.
"Thank you for helping with the interrogation. It would have taken impossibly long without you. I doubt we would have gotten so much information out of him, too." Yuri praised the armored man beside him.
"π±ππ π’ππ πππ πππ ππ πππ π πππ?" Snake Eyes said, leaning down to speak closer to his ears. He did not like to raise his voice much. He was confused at what the smaller man was talking about. Yuri was baffled, not understanding how the mercenary was unaware of all the help he provided.
"He wouldn't have talked if he wasn't so afraid of you. You destroyed his confidence." He smiled up at the other, placing a hand appreciatively on the man's bicep.
He almost flinched at the feeling of the other's muscled arm underneath his hand. Sure, his undershirt was skin-tight, and his T-shirt was relatively form-fitting as well, but even by touching his arm himself, Yuri knew that he could only imagine how shredded Snake Eyes was under all his gear. The mercenary hummed in response to what Yuri had said, probably still somewhat confused. He was about to speak up when the Second-Lieutenant spoke again.
"So, where does the codename Snake Eyes come from? If it's okay to ask.." He trailed off, suddenly fidgety and nervous. His face reddened as the pause in the conversation grew.
"πΈ ππππ π πππ ππ πππππππ π πππ πΈ ππππ’ ππππ πππππ.." The man admitted, feeling a little foolish for his reasoning. "ππππππ πππππππ ππππ ππππ ππππ ππ’ ππ’ππ πππππ πππ ππππ ππ πΈ πππππ ππ π ππππ." he continued.
There was a short pause. Yuri was processing what had happened, surprised by how much he was willing to talk to him, given that he had been warned that the man was usually very quiet. He was snapped out of his jumbled thoughts when the taller laughed.
"πΈ ππππππππ’ πππππ ππ'π ππππ ππ ππππππ. π·πππππ π ππππππππ ππ πππ πππππ πππππ πΈ ππππ." He finished. Yuri blushed heavily and sputtered for a moment before he could speak clearly.
"I-I think it makes sense to protect yourself and your family. Well, I'm a little confused about using it in the SSS, but you are a mercenary!" He fidgeted as he spoke, afraid of scaring the other away with the things he said.
"πΈπ'π πππππππ ππππ ππππ. πΈ πππ'π ππππ πππ’ ππππππ’ ππππ π’ππ, πΈπ'π π ππππππππ ππππππ πππ πππ ππ ππππ ππ πππππ... π°ππ’πππ πππ ππππ ππ, ππ πππππ πππ π πππ ππ ππππππ π ππ ππππ ππ πππ πππ ππ..." He trailed off for a moment. "πππ πππ ππππ ππππ ππ (π/π½) ππππππ." He gave his real name, for once seeming nervous himself.
Yuri was ecstatic that (Y/N) had decided that he trusted him enough to give his real name; he rolled the name through his head over and over, repeating it in his thoughts, even analyzing it, 'Where was it from? Certainly not Ostania.' he thought.
"Ah! You can call me Yuri; there's no need for the Second-Lieutenant stuff!!" he stuttered. An intense blush rushed to his face, spreading to his ears and the back of his neck. As he stumbled around with his words, (Y/N) undid the clip on his helmet and pushed it back a bit, leaning down and pressing his forehead against Yuri's.
"π°ππ π’ππ ππππ? ππππ ππππ πππ ππππ πππ πππ." He said, removing one of his gloves, the velcro sending a crackling sound through the air as he pressed his bare hand against the back of Yuri's neck. Though some of the man's hair and skin were revealed at this moment, Yuri saw none of it. The blush spread down his shoulders and even appeared on his fingertips as his entire body went hot. He Passed out.
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being logan's iron deficiency princessβ’ would include.. masterlist with all of my works with logan's iron deficiency princess ,,
β° him noticing that your scent had a different something from the ones from the other mutants. kind of as if it was lacking something, much weaker than the ones from other people.
β° him noticing just how poorly you performed in P.E class whenever he walked past a window and saw you already exhausted after just two laps around the gardens.
β° him starting to subcounsciously keep an eye on you while training and doing P.E most times just sitting in a bench with a cold beer as his excuse as to why he was watching especifically your class during that subject.
β° him being the teacher on 'watch duty' during reccess the time you actually fainted just because of playing tag with some other teens your age.
The garden outside of the lived-in school was bustling with the sounds of yells and laughter coming from the noisy students enjoying their reccess time. Logan was sitting on a random bench, cigar between his index and fore finger as he kept a gruff eye on the teenagers coming and going. He had gotten dragged into 'watch duty', mostly to make sure no smartass tried to use their mutation and accidentally hurt someone, after half of the teachers had gone out in a special mission. And that was when he heard it, he knew the sound was not directly near him, but his enchanced hearing allowed him to hear the 'thud' of a body hitting the floor clear as day. His head snapping to the side with a quirked eyebrow, ready to scold whoever kid had pushed another to the floor, only to be met by the sight of the body of a girl on the floor. You. Out cold. With a groan, he was forced to put out his cigar and shoo the curious students away from your unconscious body.
β° him eventually convincing Hank to get a blood test done on you, much to your dismay, and having to literally βand reluctantlyβ hold you down so you wouldn't go into hysterics at the sight of the needle.
β° It turned out, you had the fucking lowest iron he had ever seen. He was no medic, but the ten (10) written next to the mcg/dL in the document when you clearly had to be over 35 to be healthy was a clear indicator.
"Look, bub" his voice was gruff, slightly raspy from the cigar he had smoked not half an hour before. He held the papers right up to your face, index finger pointing at the number in bold. "you see that? well, that's fucking low" Hank simply stared and listened from the sidelines, going over the rest of the information in the printed papers of your blood test results while listening to Logan scolding the hell out of you with the most deadpan look ever. As if the roughed up mutant knew anything about medical results, but he was right in one thing: your levels of iron in blood were fucking low.
β° that's how Logan ended up, unwillingly, becoming the human tracker of your meds and other important things such as eating breakfast.
β° He'd literally go as far as to yank you by the back of your shirt while you walked past him just to show you the box of meds with a quirked eyebrow and an unimpresed look.
β° He gets mad whenever you don't take your meds, mostly because if you pair up not taking your meds with your forgetful nature in eating times terms, since it was him the one being called whenever you ended up in the infirmary.
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β° There are days when the anemia leaves you tired and drained, when your brain simply won't focus and it feels as if you're living through a thick dream.
β° On those days Logan doesn't hesitate in being the one with a warm hand firmly resting between your shoulders, gently guiding you to wherever you needed to go in the first place.
β° Also, on your worst days, he'll also carry you with him wherever he goes. It's kind of like a protective urge deep down. Having you sit on one of his arms, your back against his chest, while he walks around the school with a cold beer in the other. ^piggybacking on this, he can definetely sense whenever is one of your bad days because the your scent is way weaker than normal.
"Logan?" Ororo's voice cut through the silence in the kitchen, an amused edge to it. The school halls and kitchen or common rooms were empty at this hour in the morning, only βalbeit rarelyβ occupied by the teachers with free periods. "what?" he huffed, barely sparing her a glance as he momentarily struggled to pop the top of the beer bottle off with just one hand. "what are you doing?" "what do ya mean, bub?" "I mean, why do you have a student in your arms when she's supposed to be in class" the white-haired woman hummed, walking past by you both βyour form sitting on Logan's bulky arm, back against his chestβ to grab a drink from the big fridge. "her iron is too damn low" he grumbled, bringing the bottle to his lips to take a swig, while shooting you the tired-of-this-shit fatherβ’ look. "gotta keep an eye on her today, that's it" his voice wasn't louder than a deep grumble, almost as if he was annoyed by it, but the way he gently bumped his nose against your cheek when Ororo wasn't looking said otherwise. "you and your mama bear instincts" the woman teased, closing the the fridge's door and sending you a wink. "mama bear my fucking ass"
β° he's also the one teacher to accompany you to the blood tests, always. He was that first time and he doesn't see why anyone else would need to take up his role, even if he acts like it annoys the shit out of him.
β° will actually smack the back of your head when he passes by you somewhere, and when you ask what it's for, he'll say for not eating breakfast and fainting on your way up the stairs.
β° whenever it's lunch time, and he happens to walk by you, he'll do the βπππ«΅ thing as if saying 'you better eat, im watching you'.
β° he'll take any and every opportunity to make it about your iron levels. You're tired? that's for not taking your fucking iron meds. You're groggy? that's for not taking your meds. You're moody? that's because of not taking your meds.
β° And god help him if you ever end up hospitalized/interned in the infirmary due to your low iron levels. He'll go batshit about it with you, no gentleness no spoiling, just an angry and hella worried old man accusatorily pointing at you and telling you that if you keep this up he's going to get damn gray hairs.
β° don't let it fool you though, after the initial anger his behaviour'll soften up. Just a little though, he'll definetely give you the nastiest side eye + cocked eyebrow combo EVER if you complain while on bed rest.
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Yeah but like what if one day Gaz walked into a room and saw Y/N FNAF lore dumping to Ghost
[Infodumping the boys]
(Mostly Platonic tf141 x gen neutral! reader, hints at Ghost bc itβs me and Iβm biased.)
Summary: Teddy aka You, decide to gather the gang and tell them about five nights at Freddyβs before the movie comes out.
Word count: 800 ish
Warnings: Possibly of for the boys (idrc tho lmao), Teddy is this readers callsign, reader is implied to be at least early 20βs, I canβt think of anything else tbh but lmk if this does need something tagged!
It wasn't uncommon for you to infodump your teammates, they're all older than you and have significantly less screen time than you (it ties into being older). Most of the information you give them is something they take as fact, this is no different.
Gaz of all people knows your interests best, you two being the closest in age means you both realistically grew up with the internet and its most popular series.
The last thing he expected walking into one of the many meeting rooms on base, was you at the front of the room, your laptop hooked up to the projector and Price and Soap sitting down, dutifully listening with varying degrees of attention.
Price is to your left, staring down at mission documents that no doubt need to be turned in by tomorrow. A glass of some liquor next to his stack, a cigar box that's propped open right by it as well.
To anyone else, it would seem like Price isn't listening and he's just here to keep you from bothering him to come but Gaz can see the Captain's eye flick up every so often, his eyes softening when his gaze falls on yours, listening for a few beats, a miniscule upturn of his lips until he's looking back down again, grabbing a pen to make a correction.
Soap on the other hand is sitting next to Cap, a hand resting under his chin, the other flipping around a pen in his hands. He's nodding and asking questions as you flick through. Below him is a notebook that seems to have scribbled in it, if Gaz walked in further he could see little drawings of Monty Gator and Soap himself, a Venn diagram with a large red writing saying "Mohawk!!"
Ghost being there probably should be a shock but it isn't. The man is known to follow you around like a shadow, he humors you arguably the most out of the four men, letting you drag him to and from places with minimal complaint. He bets Ghost is gonna be the one to take you to the five nights at Freddys movie premiere.
Simon's dressed down to just his hoodie and his balaclava mask, attentively watching you as you speak passionately about each character and their role in the series. his dark eyes flicking around to stare at the drawings you inserted so everyone could see what the animatronics and others looked like.
You would've thought this was a mission debrief with how focused he was on your words.
Gaz lets out a fake cough, announcing himself to the room and he watches as your eyes immediately latch onto him, he ignores how his heart skips a beat when he sees the crinkles of your eyes, seeing you shoot a glowing smile his way.
You always look at him like that but he never tires of it.
"Gaz! Finally, you're here!"
Rushing over to him, you grab at his hand, quickly intertwining fingers, and start dragging him to the seat next to Ghost. He sits down with a huff, amusement swimming around his eyes. You move to go back to the front of the room, gleefully rocking on the balls of your feet as you look at them.
"What's all this about?" He questions, after getting nods in acknowledgment from the other 3 men in the room.
"Teddy here is tellin' us about five nights atβ¦Frankies?"
"It's Freddy's, Johnny." You roll your eyes playfully.
"No shot you're making Ghost and Cap listen to this."
"I'm not making them do anything, they're here of their own free will, thank you very much." Sticking out your tongue, moving to click to the next slide.
"Is that true Cap?"
"It's background noise," John murmurs with a shrug, taking a swig out of his glass. He leans back in his seat, seemingly taking a momentary break as he looks around at the table.
"Got nothin' better else to do," Simon answers easily, looking at Gaz from the corner of his eye.
"You ain't gonna ask me, Garrick?"
"Nah, you of all people would enjoy it."
"What's tha-"
"Boys! Shut it! We're getting to the good part!" You clap your hands together and Soap immediately cuts himself off, looking back at you.
With all the boys' eyes on you, you clear your throat and push a button, there, from when Gaz remembers, is Michael Afton in all his purple nasty body glory.
"Fucks wrong with him? Why does he look like that?" Simon remarks, an eyebrow shooting up.
"I'm so glad you asked, you know actually the more I think about it, You and Michael actually have a lot in common.β
"How so?"
"Asshole dad, the oldest brother, daddy issues, I can keep going if you want."
Ghost just grunts in acknowledgment, raising a hand to his head and rubbing at his temples.
Price chokes on his liquor, coughing as it goes down the wrong pipe.
Soap audibly drops an "oh."
And Gaz just stares, truth be told, yeah. Yeah, he can see the resemblance.
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β‘γοΌγπ Imagine you being vladimir makarovs right hand man β who he tolerates just a bit more than his other lapdogs, maybe he even lets you speak down to him, informs you on plans you have no business being in on, and lets you push his buttons.
everyone wonders whats just so special about the man whose always by makarovs side, he wonders so just as well as you both take hefty puffs off an old cigar that use to be stashed away in the back of his desk, its awfully hot in the room he thinks looking from the window back towards you who, well, is leaning just a couple inches astray from his face.
from this angle he cant see anything but the light at the end of the cigar, the room of his office fairly dark being only illuminated by light from the skyscrapers windows.
it takes a minute before you pass him back the almost dull blunt, it ends up sitting between his fingers for a bit as he trudges through his thoughts, βthis situation is risky, boy, you know that righβ?β although he speaks clearly enough you cannot wrap your head around what he is implying
βnot sure I understand.β
at that he puts the cig out on the desk resorting to just crossing his arms βthis I mean, us, your not so subtle soldier.β he looks you dead in the eyes now, a look that youve seen men be killed for even witnessing.
its silent and almost peaceful in this small pocket of time βmm wasnt tryinβ to be subtle sir,, yβknow pinning after you is no easy task.β youβd say jokingly if the man infront of you hadnβt killed many men whose ranks had rivaled yours in status, instead you stay quiet choosing to move all the bit closer to him in thought, hands resulting to rest in your jacket pockets.
βi could kill you, have you lit on fire for even thinkin such thoughts about me β yet you would just keep coming back, even offering to stand by my side like some kind of lacky in love.β he spits with just a hint of venomous tone βit repulses me even thinkin about it; hey, you fuckinβ in love with me solider?β
the scowl thats always reaching on his pretty face returns just once as he stands straight from leaning on the desk, hes still shorter than you and it only adds to his fuel.
βno mβnot, hows that? was it satisfying enough for you?β a lie you half think about closing the distance between you two, but the metal that gets pressed up against your skull is enough assurance to halt the bare thought of movement.
his eyes search yours once more and before you know it your back is being pressed firmly against the desk.
maybe its the sensation from being high or just the adrenaline from this damn heat but you feel very obligated to wrap a hand around the hand thats holding up your ender, again its the post blunt high thats making you see things because his hand totally doesnβt falter when you touch it and it for sure doesnβt let you lower the gun either.
yeaaaa who laced the cigar because his facial expression isnβt in a scowl anymore its almost distraught watching you maneuver the gun to sit behind on the desk, his voice stoping you temporarily βnot any further soldier, youβre messin wβ my fuckin head right now, and thats not what you want.β
the look you give him is deafening and its filled with something he cant source.
βwhat.. are you to decide what I want, are yβ afraid that i might break you?β youβre pushin it yet there it is again that same scowl just a bit deeper than before. its like your a fucking ticking bomb thats just wanting to explode βi'm jusβ waitin for your permission sir, to let me have youβ
in another universe you might have been killed at the spot and brutally beaten until unrecognizable.
βdo what youβ want, but you'd better make it damn good or i'll have to kill you.β he says backing up until his legs hit his office chair the sqeaking reminding the both of you where you just so happen to be at this hour.
but that is the last thing youβd have ever thought to hear from this oh so difficult man.
note ;; chat am I cookin even though this kind of out of charcter? ,, I keep blue balling cause I really cant write full fics but we getting there also requests will be opening soon, my messages are open right now if anyone wants to thirst tho.
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