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ltash · 1 month ago

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HAUNTED

SimonGhostRileyxfemalereader

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The city's towering silhouettes blurred past as your crimson Ferrari tore down the deserted road, its engine a throaty roar slicing through the quiet. You gripped the wheel with white-knuckled desperation, the lines between prey and predator blurring in your mind. A spy on the run, from him. The Ghost. A relentless specter of vengeance chasing you down.

Glancing into the rearview mirror, your heart seized as his black Hummer loomed larger, a hulking shadow gaining on you. You slammed the pedal to the floor, coaxing every ounce of speed from the Ferrari's frame. The engine screamed in protest as the car surged forward, but it wasn't enough. With terrifying precision, his Hummer closed the distance and rammed into the Ferrari's side, the impact sending a shockwave through your body. The sleek red machine swerved violently, tires screeching against the asphalt. The chase was no longer a game, it was a battle for survival.

"Fuck!" you hissed through clenched teeth as the Ferrari lost control, spinning wildly before screeching to a halt. The world tilted for a dizzying second, and when it righted, you found yourself face-to-face with the beast, his black Hummer growling like a predator ready to strike.

Heart hammering, you slammed the gear into reverse, the Ferrari lurching backward at full speed with his Hummer following inches apart. Your hands gripped the wheel with brutal force, knuckles pale under the strain, as the deserted road blurred into streaks of shadow and light. But he followed, relentless. The Hummer's headlights bore down on you, twin orbs of menace cutting through the dark.

Then you saw it, his face, or what little of it he allowed. Beneath the skull mask, his eyes burned with an unholy intensity, and that smirk... It was as if the chase thrilled him, as if this was all a game he intended to win. The sight sent a chill racing down your spine, a visceral reminder that you weren't just running from a man, you were running from a hunter.

Your mind raced as fast as your car trying to maintain your distance from his Hummer. You couldn't outrun him, not like this. Ahead, the road curved sharply, a wicked hairpin turn that could be your salvation, or your doom. Teeth gritted, you made your choice. With a sudden push of the pedal, you stopped the Ferrari. The decision was made. Now, instead of running, you were charging straight at him.

The Hummer didn't flinch, nor did the man behind the wheel. He held his ground, his smirk deepening as though daring you to try. You braced yourself, adrenaline roaring through your veins as the Ferrari roared forward. At the last second, you swerved hard, the Ferrari sliding past the Hummer in a hairbreadth maneuver, its side grazing his with a metallic shriek.

You didn't look back. The road stretched ahead, and you gunned the Ferrari, praying the maneuver had bought you enough time. Behind you, the Hummer roared like an angry beast, and you knew the chase wasn't over, not by a long shot.

The Ferrari tore past the Hummer in a blur, but your victory was short-lived. The road narrowed ahead, hemmed in by sheer concrete walls on either side. Your breath hitched as you yanked the wheel, trying to avoid slamming into His Hummer as it roared past, its taillights burning like embers in the dark.

But it was too late. The Ferrari skidded, tires screeching, before the side of the car collided with the wall in a deafening crash. The impact jolted through you like a lightning bolt, and the airbag erupted, slamming into your face and cutting off your vision with a blinding burst of white.

For a moment, the world was silent but for the hiss of the deflating airbag and the pounding of your heart. When you forced the door open and stumbled out of the crumpled Ferrari, the Hummer had already stopped, its reverse lights glowing ominously as it began backing up toward you.

Instinct screamed at you to move. You took off, legs trembling beneath you, and sprinted toward the only cover in sight, a decrepit, abandoned building looming in the shadows. The sound of the Hummer's engine drew closer, a monstrous growl hot on your heels, but you didn't stop.

Inside the building, it was dark and cold, the air heavy with the scent of dust and decay. Your heels clicked against cracked tiles as you bolted up a crumbling staircase, every step echoing like a gunshot. You didn't dare look back, but you could hear him, the sharp clink of his boots, the low rumble of his breath, the relentless cadence of his pursuit.

You reached the second floor, lungs burning and heart racing, and ducked behind a broken pillar. The silence was oppressive, broken only by the faint creak of the stairs beneath his weight as he followed. You pressed a hand to your mouth, stifling the sound of your ragged breaths, your eyes darting to the shadows, searching for a way out.

But you knew there was no escape. He wasn't just a hunter, he was the ghost who always caught his prey.

You tossed your heels aside and darted up the crumbling staircase, your bare feet barely touching the cold, cracked tiles as you raced to the top floor. The building groaned under the weight of your frantic ascent, but you didn't stop. Finally, you burst through the door to the rooftop, the open air hitting you like a slap.

The city stretched before you, its sprawling lights shimmering like stars, but they offered no solace. You stumbled toward the edge, your palms pressing against the low concrete barrier as your eyes darted wildly, searching for a way out. The wind whipped against your skin, tugging at the red silk slip dress clinging to your frame, the hem fluttering like a flame in the night. Your hair danced in the breeze, strands brushing against your face as you gasped for breath, heart pounding like a war drum.

Behind you, heavy boots thudded against the rooftop. The sound froze you in place, and your pulse quickened as you sensed him drawing closer.

"Nowhere to run..." His voice cut through the night, low and husky, each syllable dripping with a dark promise. It sent shivers down your spine, pooling dread and something else entirely in your chest. You turned slowly, the city lights framing you against the abyss, as he stepped forward, his imposing figure silhouetted against the moonlit sky.

"You're right," you said, your voice trembling but defiant, carried away by the wind. "I have nowhere to run. Because everywhere I go, I find you."

You turned around slowly, the city lights painting your figure in sharp contrast against the darkened sky. Your eyes locked on his as you raised your hand, fingers gripping the cold steel of your gun. For a heartbeat, the tension hung in the air, thick and suffocating.

Then with a measured breath, you raised your trembling hands, palms open in surrender, the silk of your dress shimmering faintly in the moonlight. The wind tugged at your hair, but your gaze didn't waver, your expression caught somewhere between defiance and resignation as he stepped closer, the weight of his presence swallowing the space between you.

Your breaths grew shallow, chest rising and falling in quick, uneven intervals as he closed the distance between you. The air seemed heavier with each step he took, his towering frame swallowing the moonlight and casting you in his shadow. His presence was overwhelming, a force that seemed to pull the very air from your lungs.

You averted your gaze, biting your lip as you swallowed hard, the lump in your throat impossible to ignore. Your pulse thudded like a frantic drumbeat, a rhythm you couldn't control. Instinctively, you backed away, the dirt and debri clinging to the soled of your feet. Your back was pinned to the short wall of the edge now.

He followed without hesitation, his pace deliberate, predatory. When he finally reached you, his arms caged you in, hands braced against the wall on either side of you. With a calculated step, he took the gun from you before throwing away its magazine and discarding the gun on the floor. You froze, every muscle in your body locked in place as his eyes bore into you, an intensity that made it impossible to look away even though you wanted to. The wind swirled around you, but it couldn't carry away the weight of his presence, the unspoken tension pressing down like a storm about to break.

"Accept it... you are mine now," he murmured, his voice dark and commanding, sending a shiver through your spine.

With those words, he removed the skull mask, revealing his face for the first time. The moment you saw him, your breath caught. His features were sharp, intense, his eyes locking onto yours with a smoldering, almost predatory gaze. The man behind the mask was more than you'd ever imagined, and for a split second, you were speechless.

His hand found the nape of your neck, strong fingers tangling in your soft, silky locks. With a gentle but insistent tug, he tilted your head back, exposing your throat to the cool night air. A soft gasp escaped your lips, unbidden, and his smirk deepened, a flicker of triumph in his piercing gaze.

"Trapped," he murmured, his gruff, husky voice laced with a British accent that made your pulse stutter. "Nowhere to go, nowhere to hide."

His words sent a shiver racing through your body, but you mustered what little defiance you had left. "In your dreams," you retorted, though your trembling voice betrayed you.

His expression darkened, the smirk replaced by something far more dangerous. "It's not a dream, darling. It's reality," he replied, his voice low and intimate, wrapping around you like a velvet chain. "Now imagine..."

His other hand moved, sliding up from your ribs, fingers grazing the swell of your breast, then tracing a deliberate path up to your throat. The touch was slow, purposeful, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. When his hand finally settled on your delicate neck, his large fingers enveloped it completely, his grip firm but not crushing.

"Tsk, tsk," he chided softly, his thumb brushing against your pulse point. "You're a wounded bird. Fragile. Beautiful. It will be my pleasure to clip your wings, to cage you in, and keep you all for myself, love."

Your breath hitched, the intensity of his gaze holding you captive. His thumb lingered on the rapid beat of your pulse, his touch igniting a heat that spread through your body like wildfire. The closeness of him, the sheer, overwhelming presence, left you trembling, your body betraying your mind as it arched subtly toward him, drawn by a force you couldn't resist.

His thumb pressed lightly against your pulse point, his lips curling as if savoring your reaction. "Feel that?" he murmured, his voice like silk draped over steel. "That frantic little heartbeat. It's not fear, is it? No... it's something much sweeter."

Your breath came in shallow gasps, and you tried to look away, but his grip on your neck held you in place, his gaze unrelenting. "You're so defiant," he continued, his tone laced with dark amusement. "But your body... it's honest. It tells me everything I need to know."

"You're delusional," you managed, your voice barely above a whisper, though the tremor in it betrayed the truth.

"Am I?" He leaned in closer, his lips ghosting over your ear, the faint brush of his breath sending a shiver down your spine. "Then why aren't you pulling away? Why aren't you screaming for me to stop?"

Your lips parted, but no words came. His hand slid from the nape of your neck to cradle your jaw, tilting your face toward him. "You want this," he said, his voice dropping to a near growl. "Even if you won't admit it. Even if you hate yourself for it."

"I don't-" you started, but the words died on your lips as his thumb traced the curve of your lower lip, his touch electric.

"Shh, darling," he murmured, his gaze dropping to your mouth. "Lying doesn't suit you. Let me hear the truth instead."

His hand tightened ever so slightly on your throat, the pressure sending a rush of heat through your body. His lips hovered just over yours, so close you could feel the warmth of his breath on your lips.

"Mine."

The single word dripped with possession, sending a shiver down your spine. Your heart raced, caught in the tug-of-war between defiance and surrender, but it was his overwhelming presence that tipped the scales.

Before you could muster a response, his lips crashed onto yours, fierce and unrelenting. The kiss wasn't a question-it was a claim, searing through you like wildfire. His hand tangled in your hair, tugging you closer as though he couldn't bear even an inch of distance. The other hand gripped your ass, fingers digging into your flesh with an unapologetic need that made you gasp against his mouth.

The sound seemed to spur him on, his body pressing you against the pillar with a force that stole the breath from your lungs. His chest was solid against yours, his heat radiating through the thin silk of your dress. Everything else, the danger, the chase, the fear, melted away, leaving only the intoxicating fire between you.

His kiss was dizzying, a heady mix of hunger and dominance that left you reeling. His tongue explored your mouth with a fervent need, tangling with yours, your breaths mingling as your saliva mixed. It was overwhelming, intoxicating, like being drunk on a potent cocktail of adrenaline and desire.

Your knees buckled, legs turning weak beneath you. As if sensing your faltering strength, he shifted, his thick thigh sliding between yours, parting them effortlessly. The action left you straddling his leg, his firm grip anchoring you as he pressed even closer. The pressure was maddening, his body a force you couldn't escape, and didn't want to.

"You feel that?" he murmured against your lips, his voice rough and breathless. "That's what surrender feels like, love. Don't fight it."

Your only response was a shaky exhale, your body betraying you as it arched into him, every inch of you ignited by the raw, undeniable power he exuded.

You felt his massive hardness poking into your pelvis, your core, thinly covered by the fabric of your thongs, rubbed against the fabric of his jeans as your hips bucked forward. You couldn't stop the moans of pleasure escaping your mouth.

"You have no idea how bad I want to fuck that pretty little cunt of your." His words set your body ablaze.

With ease he hoisted you up on his shoulder and started taking you downstairs, the building was eerily silent saved for his deep measured breaths and the thudding of his boots and your maddening heartbeat.

You were dizzy, intoxicated, still reeling from the sheer force of his kiss until you hear the door of his Hummer opening.

You were thrown on the back seat. The door closed behind him as he climbed on top of you.

It all happened so fast, your head spinning from the intensity of the moment. His lips had been on yours mere seconds ago, possessive and unrelenting, leaving you breathless. Now, here you were, sprawled on the cool leather of his Hummer's backseat. The faint scent of leather and his cologne filled the enclosed space, mingling with the heat of your desire.

The door slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing in the silence. His massive frame loomed over you, every movement deliberate and calculated as he climbed in, his predatory gaze locked on yours. The dim light from the street lamps outside filtered through the tinted windows, casting shadows on his angular face.

"You've no idea how long I've wanted this," he murmured, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver racing down your spine. His hands found your thighs, rough palms sliding up and under your skirt, brushing against the edge of your lace thong. He gripped you firmly, fingers sinking into the soft flesh as he spread your legs apart. The sound of your breathing filled the small space, quick and uneven, your chest rising and falling as you tried to steady yourself.

"You're mine," he growled, leaning down until his lips were at your ear. "Body and Soul."

The heat of his breath sent waves of anticipation coursing through you, and you could feel his body pressing against yours, the weight of him intoxicating. The fabric of his jeans rubbed against your bare skin, teasing, torturous. You bit your lip to stifle a moan, but it escaped anyway, a small, desperate sound that only spurred him on.

He tugged your thong aside, his movements firm but unhurried, as though savoring the moment, the anticipation building between you. His hand slid lower, his fingers brushing against your wetness, and you gasped, your hips arching into his touch. The look in his eyes was feral, dark and dangerous, and it sent a thrill of both fear and exhilaration through you.

"Let me hear you," he demanded, his voice a low growl. "Don't hold back."

The moment his glove hit the floor of the Hummer, your pulse quickened. His now bare hand was rough, calloused from years of work, and it felt electric against your delicate, slick folds. Every touch was deliberate, every stroke sending waves of pleasure through your body. Your head fell back against the cool leather seat, exposing the delicate curve of your throat, your breaths coming in soft, trembling gasps.

Without warning, he pushed two thick fingers inside you, the sudden fullness making your back arch off the seat. A sharp cry of pleasure escaped your lips before you could stop it, the sound echoing in the small space. You bit down hard on your lower lip, trying in vain to muffle the cries that bubbled up from deep within you, but the sensation was too much, too overwhelming. His fingers curled just right, hitting a spot that made your vision blur.

"You can't hide from me," he murmured, his voice like gravel and honey. His free hand came up to grasp your jaw gently but firmly, pulling your face toward his. "I want to hear every sound you make. Don't you dare hold back."

Your lips parted, and a soft, desperate moan spilled out, your body unable to obey your mind's feeble attempts to stay quiet. His fingers pumped steadily, each movement calculated to drive you closer to the edge. His thumb brushed over your swollen clit, sending a jolt of electricity through you, and your hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the pleasure he so effortlessly gave.

"That's it," he growled, his eyes locked on your face, watching every expression you made. "Good girl."

With a low growl of impatience, he tugged the thin straps of your dress down your shoulders. The delicate fabric slipped, pooling at your hips, leaving you bare before him. His gaze roamed over your body, dark and hungry, devouring every curve, every inch of exposed skin. A wicked smile tugged at the corner of his lips as he leaned down, his breath warm against your chest.

His mouth found your hardened nipple, his tongue swirling around it in slow, teasing circles. The sensation sent shivers racing down your spine, a breathless moan slipping from your lips. He sucked gently, his lips tugging at the sensitive bud, before releasing it with a soft pop and moving to the other, giving it the same devoted attention. His teeth grazed the delicate skin, nipping at the underside of your breasts, his hot tongue soothing the sting.

All the while, his fingers remained buried inside your soaked core, curling with precision, hitting a spot that made you see stars. His thumb brushed against your clit, the pressure sending jolts of electricity coursing through your veins. Your body was alive, every nerve ending alight with sensation, your hips bucking in time with the rhythm of his hand.

You writhed beneath him, your back arching off the seat as you chased the release that hovered just out of reach. Your fingers clawed at the leather, your breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps, the heat pooling low in your belly threatening to consume you.

"Look at you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, his lips brushing against your flushed skin. "So beautiful, so needy. I could watch you like this forever."

His words only fueled the fire burning inside you, your movements growing more frantic as you rocked against his hand, desperate for the sweet release he controlled so effortlessly. "Please," you whimpered, your voice barely more than a whisper, the plea escaping your lips without thought. "Please..."

His dark chuckle sent a shiver through your already trembling body. "Please what, love?" he teased, his voice a dangerous mix of amusement and raw desire. But you couldn't answer, couldn't form a coherent thought as his relentless fingers drove you closer and closer to the edge.

Your back arched off the seat, toes curling as your body tensed in anticipation of the release that was just within reach. The pleasure coursing through you was all-consuming, a tidal wave threatening to drown you. And then, just as you were about to tip over, he pulled his fingers away, leaving you gasping, desperate, and aching for more.

Before you could even protest, you heard the metallic sound of his zipper, the anticipation sending a fresh jolt of need straight to your core. He moved swiftly, one arm slipping under your waist, lifting you effortlessly as his other hand gripped your thigh, spreading you open for him.

Without warning, he thrust into you, burying himself to the hilt in one powerful stroke. A scream of pure pleasure tore from your lips, echoing through the confined space of the Hummer. He was massive, stretching you in a way that was almost too much, yet exactly what you craved. Your walls clenched around him as he filled you completely, his girth hitting spots you didn't even know existed.

He didn't hold back, his pace brutal and unrelenting as he slammed into you, his hips meeting yours with a force that left you breathless. Each thrust drove him impossibly deep, sending shockwaves of pleasure rippling through your body. Your hands clawed at his back, your nails digging into his skin as you tried to anchor yourself, but the overwhelming sensation left you spinning out of control.

"Fuck," he growled, his voice strained as he watched your every reaction. "You're so tight, love. Taking me so well."

Your eyes rolled back, your head pressing into the seat as his relentless rhythm pushed you closer and closer to the brink. Each thrust, each movement, was pure bliss, and you felt yourself unraveling, your body surrendering entirely to his. The world outside disappeared, leaving only the two of you, tangled in a storm of passion and need.

You tried to grasp at the leather cushioned seats but in vain. Your hands fell your sides as you completely surrendered. Body arched I pure bliss, mouth drooling from the sheer magnitude of pleasure his thrusts brought. His cock hit your cervix in a painful yet delicious way sending you to the oblivion.

The Hummer shook with the intensity of him thrusting into you, the fabric of his jeans hitting the inside of your thighs, your juices destroying his clothes. He lifted you up arching your back more.

The coil became tighter and tighter in your core. Your breaths shuddered, your moaning intensified as his pace become more brutal.

Your release crashed over you like a tidal wave, your whole body trembled, toes curled, with a groan he released his essence into you filling you to the brim.

His hands rested on both side of your head as you laid beneath him unable to even respond, your body writhing with the aftermath.

He slowly pulled out, his cum dripping out of you flowing down your thighs as you squeezed them shut.

"You are delicious." He whispered in your ear. "And now I got a taste of you, and I want more and more."

He chuckled darkly before he zipped back his jeans and took the drivers seat. Behind him you slowly sat, tugging the straps of your dress up again.

"Clean up." He threw a box of tissues your way.

You took the box with your trembling hands.

"Fasten your seatbelt sweetheart, it's gonna be a rough ride." He said as he started the engine. The Hummer coming back to life.

You looked at your crashed Ferrari desperately.

"Don't worry. You will get it back. As long as you are a good girl for me." He teased.

The Hummer roared to life as he accelerated, the wheels screeched on the asphalt as it raced, disappearing into the night.

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 6 months ago

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Unorthodox 1

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you bring order to the disordered life of Captain Syverson.

Characters: Captain Syverson, this reader is known as Izzie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

The rumble keeps you awake. A storm but not the type in the sky. You yawn and lean against the hummer door, jostling with the wheels as the roaring snores fill the compartment. Pierson drives and sends dark looks in the rear view, equally as disturbed by the burly man snorting and snuffing beside you. Neither of you dare disturb him. You’re not that dumb.

The man is intimidating even in slumber. You pull on the seat belt and adjust your posture. The hours spent in the back seat have you stiff and restless. You envy Syverson. He can sleep through anything. You really believe that. If it wasn't for you, he'd oversleep the alarm in his phone every time.

You yawn as you sense Pierson's attitude shift. You're almost there. He nods at you in the mirror and you sigh. You reach to grab the thermos that will be lukewarm at best by now. Still, you have to appease the bear.

You reach to squeeze Sy's shoulder. He snorts and sucks in a deep breath. You try to shake him, an impossible task for most. You brush your fingers down his sleep and poke his muscle.

"Syverson," you say tersely, "time to wake up."

He slumps away from you and snores even louder. You roll your eyes. He's stubborn even when he's asleep. You pull your hand back and snap your knuckles against his arm.

"Sy! Up."

Still he is unaffected. You undo your seat belt and move closer. You uncap the thermos and reach around him, hovering it under his nose. He quiets and sniffs, grumbling. He moves stuntedly to wrap his hand around yours and slide the metal cup free. He sits up and purrs over the brim.

"Coffee," he growls and gulps deep.

"About there," Pierson states.

Sy hums flatly and finishes the coffee in another swig. He hands back the empty cup and you shimmy back to other end of the seat. You cap the thermos and put it back in the plastic holder.

"Remind me," he flicks two fingers at you.

You stir around and bring out your tablet, sliding back the protective cover. You tap and bring up the contract, flicking through the maps as you go over the numbers. Units in the east, with another party coming from the north. Estimates are about sixty men total, fifteen vehicles, and ammunition to match.

"They're tryin' to short us," Sy insists. "I can sell half as many for double."

"Yes, you can," you agree, "but you also need to network."

He chortles, "this isn't a boardroom, Izzie."

"Don't I know it," you utter. You miss those days sometimes. Sand and sun make you long for climate control and complimentary coffee. "Money is money, I get it, but this is a big one. Could open a lot of doors. Make it so you can demand your worth."

"Mm, so wise," he praises in his grizzly way, "kit."

You fold up the tablet cover and once more search around the pack. You take out the toiletry pouch and hand it over. He finds the mini toothbrush and uses a gulp of the bottled water to wash up, spitting out the window. As he checks his watch, you reach over with a tissue to wipe a spot of paste from his beard.

"Thanks, Iz."

You go about cleaning up yourself. Worse than the cold caffeine and sleepless night, its the lack of hygiene that gets to you most. You use a face wipe on your skin and ball it up. The money is convincing and as much as you might long for the old ways, those office walls drove you mad.

"I need a fuckin' drink," Sy grumbles as he rubs his eyes.

"Tell me about it," you scoff.

"Huh? You never do."

"Not with you," you counter. "Don't drink on the clock."

"Mm, so you do partake?"

"None of your business."

"Ah, come on, Iz, you can't dangle the bait in front of me like that."

"You got your vest on?" You ask.

"Always. Don't change the subject."

"Not much else to say about it," you zip up the pack and sit back, watching through the windshield, a cage between the front and backseats.

Sy straps on his fingerless gloves and furls and unfurls his fists. He's getting impatient. He always gets a bit uppity before a meeting. Especially with money on the line. You don't doubt him for a minute. He handles numbers as well as he does a gun.

"Let's say I get them to tack on another fifty," he says, "will you drink to that?"

You look at him from the corner of your eye, "depends."

"Depends on what?" He challenges.

"No Titos."

He's quiet as he drags his boot tread on the floor. Even in such a large vehicle, he's cramped.

"How'd you know?"

"Someone has to keep your pantry stocked," you tut.

He chuckles, "s'pose."

You tidy yourself as best as you can and set your jaw. It took a lot to get used to the whole not smiling thing. You were never very keen on it but every job you had before required it.

"You get this one, you get a lot more than money," you gird. "I know you will."

"Ah, you trust me, Izzie."

"Trust is a strong word. I know you'll handle it," you say as you stretch your legs, checking your own vest as you tighten the straps. You sense him watching you.

"Eh, I think I might let you take lead," he snorts, "you can be terrifying when ya want to."

"Whatever," you shrug off the joke. Scary? You?

What's scary is walking into a job interview with a brute sharpening a hunting knife as casually he might clean his nails. Scarier even is to say yes to the offer. Life does lead you to the most unexpected places. Still, you prefer it to the purgatory of predictability house in the white corporate walls of the past.

#captain syverson #dark captain syverson #dark!captain syverson #captain syverson x reader #series #drabble #unorthodox #au #bad bosses #sand castle

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koiiiji · 10 months ago

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windbreaker characters & their perverted, nasty habits pt.3 (last one)

author’s note ; okay now serious topic, empty blogs, pls update at least something in your blogs - age, some info like “here for fics/reblogs/etc/“ or at least some pfp, otherwise i will recognize you as bot blogs and will block you, thank u!

tw : sexual topics, somnophilia, darcryphillia, bondage, hard dom, power play, mastirbation (m! receiving)

incl. : sung kwon, juhwan, hyouma, ryohei, mahon (honorable mention of kazuma and sangho🤭)

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sung kwon - somnophilia

he likes when you stay at his place, especially when you wear his clothes and fall asleep during watching movies. you look so cute, snuggling into blankets and pillows, in weak warm lights of lamp near his bed and lights from tv. his shirt on you is pulled up, revealing a perfect view of your ass and tummy. as usual, you pulled one leg higher and stretched yourself on pillows. it always seems so sexy to sung, you are relaxed and calm in your sleep, bonus points if you open your mouth sweetly and your lips look even more attractive and welcoming. and sung being good boyfriend he is, don’t want to wake you up from your sleep, but that last scene from movie was too hot, and your position look too sexy and welcoming, he can easily extend his hand to your tummy and then directly in your panties, while rubbing his hips on your ass. and he always growl harder when he hears your sleepy moan. he likes to slowly pulling down your panties, trying not to wake you up, slowly rubbing your bare pussy with his big palm, then use only two fingers to find your clit, to make you even more wet, while his chest pressed against your spine, and his head in the crook of your neck and shoulder, listening to all your small, sleepy moans. sung likes to slowly pulling his dick in your wet crack and trying his best to be gentle and quiet, but gosh you squeezing him so tight and warm that he loses himself and end up waking you up with enormous thrusts and a low growls. another his favorite thing - wake you up with his tongue between your legs. sung is master of using his tongue especially when it comes to your pleasure.

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juhwan - nursing handjob

there was something about the way you sat on the side of the bed, squeezing his cock in your hand while he payed extra attention to your boobs, sucking and squeezing them desperately. juhwan doesn’t care about your boobs size, they can be big, small, different forms, he doesn’t care, as long as he can suck them, while looking up at you, while you slowly jerk his dick off. bonus points would be practicing - if you tell him what a good boy he is, juhwan would moan more desperately and push his hips faster. as many warm words he hears as closer he is to cum.

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hyouma - power play/dacryphillia

everything is simple - he is huge and he knows it. and he knows you enjoy it. the fact is that he actually enjoy tower over you, making you feel smaller and weaker, it boosts his ego. when you have sex hyouma almost never have a mercy for you, until you say safe word. of course he spent some time to properly prepare you, but as soon as your first orgasm from his tongue and fingers hits you, be prepared to be hummered into the mattress with monstrous power. but hyouma have his moods sometimes, so he can make you stand up and fuck you from behind, holding your hands behind your back, while he can see your sweet, tear-stained -from overstimulation- face in the mirror and feel how your legs start to tremble with each strong thrust. if you start whimpering that your legs are shaking too much and you can't stand anymore, he will hold your body by wrapping one arm around your waist and putting the other onto your shoulder, forcing you to slam on his dick harder. or in this position he may let go of your hands to grab your hips so hard, that there will be traces of his fingers on your smooth, soft skin. or if you in bed in missionary position and he push your knees almost to your head. hyouma enjoy to lean on you with all his weight, making you feel how helpless you really are in this situation. he can’t explain it, he just feels feral during the sex and sometimes get lost in his pleasure, but the second you say safe word he will stop.

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ryohei - bondage

he enjoy control, and it spreads to your bedroom as well, same to his fetishes. he also capable to find and admire beauty in everything, and he find red ropes over your body really beautiful. the way how it squishes your body in places, how it provides all control over you to him, and how ropes leaves red and pink traces on your body. he likes to set intimate atmosphere in your bedroom with warm, dim lights, maybe some overpriced wine - just to set some mood. honestly, i think he enjoys the process of putting ropes over you more then actual sex, the idea that you trust him so much to let him tie you up during such emotional moment as sex is fascinates him. ryohei is service dom, so ropes maybe a little bit too tight, but all your other wishes is a command to him - he controls you physically now, but you have his mind, heart and soul, and the moment of sex he considers as an equal action - you both sacrifice something, give something to each other to receive something in return. for ryohei sex is a very sensual and emotional state, so he will do everything for his partner, and will expect the same return in return.

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mahon jo - cuckold

seriously, you can’t say that he wouldn’t enjoy seeing you fucked by kazuma or sangho in gym during one of their trainings. and if in case with kazuma it would be more like a threesome, caring, sensual and sweet, as kazuma accept that mahon was a sun who shine, and three of you shared romantic feelings towards each other, and you would be first ones with whom mahon learned that he actually enjoyed watching as his lover being fucked by someone else. as i said all three of you would be emotionally close to each other and during sex it would stay the same - kazuma is really sensual and passionate lover, so he would give the whole show to mahon by slowly undressing you, kissing you passionately, touching you in all right places, while making you look into mahon eyes and price both you and mahon. with sangho its whole different story. it would be more like sangho would fuck you from behind, making mahon look at two of you, not letting him touch you, or comfort you while he hummering his hard dick into your plushy pussy. mahon was fully aware that sangho was jealous over the fact he was better in cycling, but he hadn’t even thought about that sangho was jealous about you, such a sweet girlfriend mahon had, always coming on their competitions to cheer mahon’s team up. and mahon would lie if he would say that he don’t like sight of you under his teammate bending over some exercise equipment with your skirt up.

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juhwan part was kinda short😭😭

and i tried to make ryohei all romantic and passionate during the sex.

ed. writing it half asleep so don’t hesitate to point on mistakes💗🎀🩰🫧

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catboybiologist · 2 months ago

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Alright. We need to talk about screenshotting my posts and putting them on other sites.

tl;dr: feel free to screenshot and spread my posts, but if you do so or see someone else doing so, please let me know. Either tag me (same username on youtube and reddit) or send me a link here.

Reasoning/why I'm saying this now under the cut.

Recently, I've noticed increase in the number of my posts that have made it to the subreddit r/curatedtumblr. This subreddit is a bit of a gateway to tiktok, youtube, and any other site that reposts tumblr screenshots - usually, AI video voiceover videos use the exact screenshots that were posted to reddit first, so usually r/curatedtumblr is the first "leak" of a post having reach outside of tumblr itself.

Now.

Most of the time, I don't have a problem with this. I even like it when random stuff I say has a reach beyond my usual community, and maybe even has a chance to resonate with someone that wouldn't have seen it otherwise. I don't know which one of my posts are going to resonate with other communities and other people, so I also don't want the only way for a an idea of mine to make it to another platform to be me manually posting that idea there myself. curatedtumblr has a blacklist of blogs who do not want to be post to that subreddit, but for this reason, I don't necessarily want to add myself to this blacklist. And of course, most of the time what gets reposted is a random shitpost, so its not a big deal.

However. Occasionally, a post of mine that is political, or has a deeper discussion associated with it, or something along those lines, is reposted elsewhere. And well, things can get very weird. Discussion can go in directions that I can't control, context can be added or removed that completely alters my point, and I can start to attract hate from people without even knowing it. And when this happens, it tends to spill back to me. When my posts make it to other platforms, its pretty normal to get a slight uptick in hate, or even just people finding that post and adding their own misinterpretation or discussion that happened 100% without me knowing. Being looped into the conversation, or even being able to see what kind of

A frustrating, but ultimately harmless example, is the "peak androgyny gandalf big naturals" post. I added context to that to clarify the way I was making fun of societal standards of androgyny as a whole, when the post instead seemed to be interpreted as the "correct" way to be nonbinary, which was not my intention at all.

I found the post on reddit, posted my own screenshots with the context I added, and was able to participate in the conversation, which helped a lot! But, the original, contextless post was up long enough that it pretty much solidified that misinterpretation as the main way people read that post.

I considered posting something like this then, but again, its ultimately harmless. I would've liked to participate in the reddit discussion earlier, but no biggie. So I didn't mention anything then.

Today, I opened reddit and saw this:

That title is not mine. It was added by the person who posted it to curatedtumblr. I've since had a respectful conversation with u/Hummerous, and they agreed to take the post down. 0 hate to them, again, they were respectful, and I'm screenshotting their username with permission.

This reads as a call for violence. Specifically, it reads as a call for violence that I am saying, and was attributed to me without my knowledge or consent.

This was not the intention of the original post. I was specifically referring to social ostricization, deplatforming, and anger responses, which are the forms of "silencing" that conservatives typically complain about.

Look. Responsible left wing gun ownership is something I support. Calls to extreme action are sometimes warranted. However, I am not qualified to comment on these, encourage them, or communicate about them. Communication of a specific topic is a skill. I do not possess that skill as it relates to guns or gun ownership. There are many, many other activists who do. Miscommunication can be dangerous. I want the most qualified and strongest voices to communicate properly. For this issue, that is not me.

This post isn't even about gun ownership, but suddenly, I'm forced to comment on it. If it seems like I'm pussyfooting around the topic, then yeah, I am- because this post is a little fucking scary on my end, and escalates rhetoric against me and others around me. Again, without my knowledge or consent.

I saw this post and was able to request it be taken down. But by that time, it already had 1.2k upvotes and god knows how many people who had seen it. If I were tagged earlier, I could've asked for that earlier, and I would be a little less jumpy right now.

So please. PLEASE. If you see a post of mine on another platform, please either ping me on that platform or send me a link to that post via tumblr DMs.

#reddit #curatedtumblr #curated tumblr #reposts #reposting #repost

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I got a request. Can you write a Nameless male reader x Black Swan NSFW fic? While the reader is busy resting in his room aboard the Express, Black Swan sneaks into the room(since she's a Memokeeper, she can turn invisible and phase through objects like a ghost) and gives him a hot blowjob, milking his rod and giving his nuts a hummer(basically ball sucking but with an extra step of humming while a nut is in the mouth).

That's so hot oh god

18+ CONTENT

Game: Honkai Star Rail

Characters: Black Swan x male!reader (Trailblazer)

Type: Smut with little plot

Your adventure in Penacony was over for now and the Express was soon scheduled to depart to a new destination. Several options had been suggested by the crew members but surprisingly, an enigmatic entity you had befriended on Penacony also presented a new option. Black Swan, a memokeeper who helped you many times on Penacony had a mysteriously attractive charm. Many times you couldn't help but sneak glances at her as she stood nearby, feeling a strange emotion bubble inside you.

To your dismany- or fortune- she was well aware of your thoughts, though made no attempts to stop you. Instead, she loved teasing you to test how far she could go before you'd give in to your desires. Your time in Penacony had become a little difficult due to this, you couldn't tell if she was just playing with you or being serious. In the end, nothing came out of this back n forth game and you concluded you were going to leave without anything happening. Or perhaps you thought wrong.

"Hah, finally I can sleep.... Tomorrow we'll vote for the next destination. What should I choose? All of them sound good, I don't know anything about them...."

You pondered as you laid in your bedroom, staring up at the ceiling.

"Amphoreus, Lushaka and Melustanin.... Hm, if what Black Swan tells about Amphoreus is true then it's seemingly the best choice. As for trusting her.... I doubt she'd deceive us now of all times."

You racked your brain over what choice to make in the vote then let out an expasperated sigh before closing your eyes, "I'll think about it tomorrow. Should hear what others say then decide...."

You drifted into the silence of the night, trying to fall into deep sleep. Unbeknowst to you, something- or someone- drifted into your room without making a single sound. Black Swan phased through the door and floated on top of your sleeping form, gazing down at you with a smirk.

"Hmm, how cute you look this way.... I wonder what's going on in that bright mind of yours, Trailblazer~"

She slowly lowered herself near to you, gazing at you closer than before.

"Would be so easy to peer into your memories this way, but it would only spoil the experience for us both if you don't do it willingly~"

She came even closer, then slowly settled herself on top of you by straddling your lap. She extended her hand to cup your face and leaned down to press her body to yours, her eyes narrowing looking at you with curiosity. It didn't take long for you to feel the unusual weight on top of you, squinting your eyes open to see by the sensation. You were met with Black Swan's hazy face and let out a groan.

"Great, now I'm having dreams about you.... Are you doing this intentionally, Black Swan?"

Black Swan became rather intrigued by your statement and brought her face closer to yours, "A dream, you say? Have I made such a lasting impression on you that you manifest me in your dreams?~"

"I'm too tired to deal with this.... What do you want?"

She let out a chuckle, "I merely came to visit you since we are travelling together now~"

She traced her finger over your lips as she spoke. You eventually opened your eyes further and felt her touch then realized it wasn't a dream, she really was here.

"W-Woah! What are you doing here?!" you exclaimed, making her chuckle more.

"As I said, I came to meet you. Were you having a good dream? Care to share with me?~"

You became flustered as you slowly realized the situation, feeling nervous at the way she was casually sitting on top of you.

"Shall I take a guess? Were you dreaming about me, by any chance?~"

She husked and leaned closer, your lips lingering over each other's.

"....What if you were just tampering with my mind?"

"Hehe, I wouldn't do that. Do you think of me as so unruly?~"

You blushed feeling her so close but kept your composure and cleared your throat.

"A-Ahem, whatever. What did you want to meet me for?"

"Well, I was curious about your opinion on the next destination to pick. Have you given any thought to my suggestion?"

"Not much.... I don't really know anything about the worlds suggested. If going to Amphoreus will resolve the fuel problem as you say then I suppose there's no better choice."

Black Swan hummed and sat up on your waist, tracing her finger on your chest now.

"But you have doubts, don't you? Are you not willing to trust me after all we have been through together?~

"It's not that.... I just want whatever is the best for the Express."

Black Swan smiled then shifted back on your body, now straddling your thighs instead and her eyes lingering on your crotch.

"Let me give you some assurance then, and satisfy your hidden desires~"

Her words made you confused but were soon cleared up as she proceeded to unbutton your pants and zip down your flyer before fishing out your softened cock.

"H-Hey, Black Swan, what are you—!?"

"Shh, just relax. You have wanted this for a while, haven't you?~"

She looked at you with hooded eyes, and you couldn't help but give in to her. She pumped your shaft for a while and watched as it sprung to life, licking her lips at the sight.

"Mm, how young and energetic.... brimming with life....~" she remarked before dragging her tongue across the length from the base to the top.

You shivered as she licked up, gritting your teeth to conceal your voice. She became amused by your reactions, wanting to see you break down in her hands. She lapped up your shaft more while her hands gently massaged your sac, pre-cum beginning to form on the tip. She swirled her tongue over the head, coating the pre-cum around and still pumping the length with her hand. You groaned through gritted teeth, your voice making her aroused as she worked to bring you to release.

Your hands clenched the sheets beneath the moment she wrapped her lips around your tip, your hips almost bucking up in her throat. You could feel her smirk at your reaction, having fun playing with you this way. She pushed herself deeper on your cock and soon enveloped it completely inside her mouth, your tip hitting the back of her throat. You threw your head back with a moan when she licked over your tip again before beginning to suck your cock.

"Ngh—! Black Swan.... y-you....!~" you tried to form words but only spoke through incoherent moans.

Her hand wrapped around the base and simultaneously pumped it while her lips kept sucking on the tip, making you feel overwhelmed from her ministrations. It surprised you how good she was at this. You looked at her head bobbing up and down your shaft and had the urge to grab it and push yourself deeper but held back, wanting to continue watching her this way more. Black Swan hummed around your cock as she lapped it up, feeling the way it throbbed inside her mouth.

Her own saliva coated your length by now, sloppily bobbing her head and sucking at the same time. You felt yourself edge closer, and she knew it too with the way you grew even bigger at the last moment. However, she suddenly pulled away and released your cock from her mouth with a pleasured sigh. Drool flowed down her lips which she licked up and planted kisses over the length in front of her. You shivered more as she licked over your balls, her hand now pumping the tip.

All of a sudden, she wrapped her mouth around your sac and sucked on it. Her tongue kept lapping at the ball placed so comfortably in her mouth, your taste making her addicted to the feeling. She gazed up at you with hooded eyes, letting out a hums of pleasure. Her silvery voice reverbed through your sac, sending vibrations to your dick which made your edge even closer to release. Your mouth hung open as you sucked in deep breaths with whines, desperately holding back as much as possible.

"B-Black Swan.... I'm c-close.... fuck....!~"

She hummed even more, seemingly approving your plead. Shen then released the sac and dragged her tongue to the tip again, giving the opening small licks.

"Hehe, you are so adorable, Trailblazer. Do you feel assured enough?~" she questioned against your dick, her voice again sending vibrations.

"Mmmh.... f-fine.... I trust you.... L-Let me just cum now!"

You bucked your hips desperately, no longer able to hold back. Feeling satisfied at your answer, she swallowed your length again and held it in her mouth. The warm feeling of her throat became overwhelming and you finally released, a splash of hot and sticky cum filling her mouth. She rolled her eyes in ecstasy as she drank up your release, not letting a single drop waste. You bucked your hips more, hitting her throat as you released some final pumps.

"Aaahn, how delicious you taste.... Mind giving me a little more, Trailblazer?~" she moaned, already palming your length with languid motions to make you hard again.

You no longer held your reservations now. You grabbed her arm and pulled her closer, making her fall on your body as your own arms wrapped around her.

"Shall I give it to you in another way now?~" you said with a smirk.

Black Swan chuckled and placed her hands on your chest then pushed you, making you lie flat on the bed.

"Oh, I have plenty of ways to milk you. I suggest you prepare yourselves, Trailblazer~"

#honkai star rail #honkai star rail smut #honkai star rail x reader #black swan #black swan x reader #hsr #hsr smut #hsr x reader #black swan smut #hsr black swan #male reader

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cocomuffy · 10 months ago

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Batfam Singing Headcanons?

Bruce Wayne definitely killed his voice with his Batman voice and while he used to be able to sing beautifully he can't anymore.

Jason's voice is more grizzly nowadays due to the smoke inhalation damage not really going away.

Nobody's ever heard Tim sing. They don't know if they want to.

Everybody's heard Stephanie sing. They know they don't want to.

Cass is a good hummer but not really a singer.

Dick Grayson loves singing, but only Dad Rock and only in the most obnoxious way he can. (Only thing that carries over from TTG is that man lives for "The Night Begins to Shine")

Alfred can do literally anything change my mind.

Damian finds singing shameful. He would never participate in such a thing.

xtra voice headcanons

Brucie Wayne has the most bipolar inflections you've ever seen. he's like "Hey Lucie-poo! How are the kids?! Are they swell?"

In turn, Batman has completely straight speech (minus volume changes)

When Dick spends too much time around the Titans (Going off of the weird way Star speaks in some iterations because I just love it for no reason), he accidentally starts saying "the" way too much.

(this apparently has never applied to jason, but that's just because nobody ever found the bodies...)

For a while Tim tried to do the "Jealous" by Eyedress voice where he dropped it and huffed and stuff but the second he tried it around Kon or Bart he started laughing and couldn't do it again.

I like to imagine that one of Damian's simple pleasures in life is that he can speak in a different accent or language when he hits his head.

Stephanie loves to mock the Brucie Wayne voice. it's cool.

Alfred has been so connected to Gotham for so long that he has to put on the British accent since he's heard the NJ one for so long. Nobody's ever caught him slipping (but that's just because nobody ever found the bodies..)

#jason todd #dick grayson #dc #tim drake #batman #nightwing #batfamily #damian wayne #red hood #robin #starfire #koriandr #brucie wayne #bruce wayne #voice headcanons #singing headcanons #alfred pennyworth

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johnbleepingzoidberg · 2 months ago

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(tumblr said fuck you and blurred them all to hell so pls click for better quality)

making transformers fusions inspired by steven universe like it's 2015

bonesaw: drift + ratchet + wheeljack

constellation: starscream + optimus prime

prosecutor: knock out + breakdown

descriptions/backstory/blabbing/progress pics under the cut!

1st is named Bonesaw: drift + ratchet + wheeljack; they transform into some sort of medical/ambulance helicopter, using their sword blades (cuz we're using idw drift and tfp wheeljack here) as propellors. a very strong fusion, but they can't stay fused very long because i feel as though ratchet wouldn't like being fused, and they'd all argue a bit too much

2nd is Constellation: optimus prime + starscream; this is the one that started it all because ive been on a bit of a starop kick and had this whole animatic playing in my mind of Constellation taunting megatron like garnet does jasper in Stronger Than You LOL. they transform into a space shuttle and the name comes from, yk, STARscream and Orion. if this is thru the lens of starop, theyre fairly compatible, until starscream's impulsiveness and optimus' patience/humility causes them to split

3rd is Prosecutor, pronounced like "PROSE", emphasis on the "rose": knock out + breakdown. not 100% set on the name but his design felt flowery/rose-esque esp since im gonna go with a dusty pink/lavender so i wanted something elegant/floral and yet tough LOL. not 100% sure about his alt mode yet, im thinking like a hummer or a jeep or something???? idk. something Fashionable yet tough. theyre probably constantly fused. like, theyre so close/attached at the hip they fuse without even realizing it until someones like "oh, hey, prosecutor"

ANYWAY this was just a fun little art exercise more than anything, again inspired by the fact Stronger Than You was on a starop playlist i was listening to and thought itd be really funny if megatron was taunted by both his exes for being single LMAOOO

some wips/other scribbles:

#transformers #starop #kobd #wheelratch #dratchet #maccadam #mine #my art

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bouquet-of-flow3rs · 3 months ago

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!Pairings: Ot8!Poly!Straykids x Reader!

Genre: A/B/O dynamics, Established poly Relationship, Fluff.

Warnings: Suggestive themes but no smut, making out, shirtless Changbin, hickeys, bite marks, mating marks, Lino threatening people with a soup ladle. mentions of voyeurism(only watching others make out.), nicknames(baby, princess, pup.)[Let me know if I missed anything]

Synopsis: A day with the straykids pack

[A/n: This took me 8 hours to write and edit so I hope you all enjoy It as much as I did writing it, still learning to write things on here so please be kind!]

I wake up in the warm embrace of my alpha, his warm, strong arms delicately wrapped around my waist, I smiled up at him admiring his beauty I especially loved his naturally curly hair, Chan was still sleeping and we all know he usually struggles to sleep so I continued staring at his features as he sleeps. the slope of his nose, his thick lashes, and pink, pouty lips, his tousled curly brown hair which he didn’t like but everyone in our pack adores. He is perfect. I smile as he snuggles his head into the crook of my neck, his hair tickling my skin. He groans out shifting slightly and tightening his grip on me before it loosens and he opens one of his chocolate brown eyes at me, his face scrunching at the small streaks of light seeping in through our black-out curtains, “Hi princess,” he mumbles out smiling dopily at me, “how long have you been up?” he questions, I hummer out “not long.” I study him through my half-lidded eyes. His curls were sticking out in all different directions and he has dark bags under his puffy eyes that were glazed over with a sleepy look. It was still early in the morning, barely past seven AM, so I was still a bit sleepy. I sighed curling back into his embrace as he lightly chuckled at my actions, “You wanna sleep some more?” He asks, his voice low and raspy, “No,” I stretch up from our lying position, “I wanna surprise the others with breakfast.” I say getting up and slipping on my pair of pink, fluffy slippers that were gifted to me by Hyunjin on my birthday.

He groans out, attempting to stretch out and stop me “No~” he whines out “don’t leave me, you're so comfy.” He pouts voice heavy with his thick australian accent, he sits up on his elbow, his other arm stretched out to try and stop me. I giggle at his cute antics and lean over to kiss the crown of his head. “I’m sorry Channie but I promised Lixie and Innie that I’d make them pancakes today.” I stated casually, pouting down at him from my standing position. He playfully glares at me “Omega~” he drawls out, I stiffen and turn back to look at him “hm?” I hummed out “did you need something more Channie?” I ask teasingly, already knowing what was about to happen. It was always routine that I would give him a kiss goodbye even if I was just walking out of a room we were both in. “I think you're forgetting something omega,” He smirks, “oh? And what is that alpha?” I question teasingly, “My kiss.” He raises his brow looking at me expectantly, I giggle before leaning down, pressing my lips against his pouty ones, his eyes close and he hums out, reaching a hand over to place on my waist and gives it a gentle squeeze. I hum into the kiss and place my hands on the back of his neck, my fingers playing with the ends of his curls. He attempts to deepen the kiss but I lean back and giggle at the look on his face, his lips are swollen and there's a bit of drool coming from the corner of his lips as he looks at me in a daze before his expression changes at the loss of our proximity and he pouts again, “why’d you stop?” He questions sadly, I can’t resist the look he's giving me so I lean back in and litter his face with butterfly kisses before placing one more delicate kiss to the tip of his nose, “Okay Channie, I’m sorry but I really need to go make breakfast for the others before they wake up.” I apologize to him, he nods his head sadly but says he understands, so I walk out of his bedroom. I usually rotate which room I sleep in so it's fair for everyone, and that way I get to cuddle with all of them but there are some days where there are exceptions like yesterday when Chan had come home late with tired eyes, me and the boys were waiting up for him all cuddled on the couch in a cozy pile, last night was supposed to be Felix and Jeongin’s night with me but when I saw the defeated look on Chan’s face I had to explain to them that I was going to sleep in Chan’s room tonight, they pouted but agreed that it was for the best so I promised to make them pancakes in the morning as an apology and that cheered them right up.

As I rounded the corner of the kitchen I was shocked to see Minho up and cooking already, “Min?” I blurted out, surprising him as he whips around spatula in hand looking as if he were ready to smack me with it, he sighs in relief seeing that it was just me, “pup?” he questions back, "What are you doing up?” He stares at me incredulously. “I told Lix and Innie that I’d make them pancakes since I didn’t sleep in their room last night,” I stated, still staring at him in confusion “But what are you doing up?” I threw his question back at him. “Oh,” he sighs, rubbing his hands over his face in exhaustion, “I was trying to surprise Chris with breakfast since he seemed so down yesterday.” He mumbles out in embarrassment, he usually wasn't very open about his feelings we all knew he loved us but he liked to pretend he didn't, I coo at him and walk closer placing my hands on his cheeks that are flushed with a light blush at his admission, I rest my forehead against his closing my eyes, I feels his breath on the tip of my nose and giggle at the ticklish feeling, “you’re such a good mate Minnie.” I breathe out, he sets his hands on my waist and sighs again before kissing the tip of my nose and releasing his grip me, “You’re such a tease [Y/n],” He rolls his eyes before turning back to whatever was cooking on the stove stirring it to make sure it didn’t overcook, “Is there anything I can help with Min?” I offer but he shoo’s me out of the kitchen and tells me to go wake the others, I pout at him and whine saying “It's too early to wake them yet,” “Besides I wanna spend time with you~” I whine out making my best puppy eyes at him, he groans out but takes my hand leading me back over to the counter, picking me up and setting me on the counter before trapping me between his arms and sliding himself between my legs leaning towards me, “you’re such a tease kitten.” He whispers out seductively, I gulp and flit my eyes down to look at his smirking lips, my shyness becoming apparent due to the flush on my cheeks, he studies my face before slowly leaning it brushing his soft, pink lips over mine

but as we were about to kiss we were interrupted by someone clearing their throat, Minho jumps away from me and we turn towards the hallway where Changbin another one of my alphas stood, his buff arms crossed over his pecs, he was shirtless with his gray sweats hanging so low on his waist you could see his V line, he was smirking with a tilt to his eyebrow, “am I interrupting something?” He muses staring at Minho and I’s flushed faces, I stared at Changbin with wide eyes, truthfully there is no real reason for me to be embarrassed I’ve done this with all of them and been caught and it doesn’t help that some of them enjoy watching me and the others make out, but that isn’t the point. Minho grumbled most likely cursing Changbin under his breath, He just chuckles at Minho before uncrossing his arms and walking over to Minho who had turned back to the stove aggressively cooking, Changbin Chuckles at his antics before wrapping his arms around Minho’s tiny waist and pressing a kiss to the back of his neck, Minho shudders at the feeling of Changbin’s plush lips on his skin and stops cooking for a moment before scolding the short alpha, Binnie shrugs before turning towards me and copying Minho’s previous actions of caging me between his thick, built arms that I loved to drool over, he smirks noticing where my gaze is before cupping my jaw with his hand and tilting my head up towards him as he softly presses his lips on mine tilting my head to the side and deepening the kiss, he swipes his moist, pink tongue over my bottom lip, I can feel the desperation seeping into our kiss, I grant him entrance as he deepens the kiss even more our tongues swirling together, I then slowly let his tongue explore my mouth, my hands reaching up and tangling my fingers into his knotted, burgundy hair, I can taste the freshness of his breath and a subtle hint of Seungmin, they were probably making out before he decided to get up, Minho clears his throat and me and Bin pull apart, a string of salive connecting our lips together before he turns to look at Minho with a glare for interrupting us. Minho stares at us with a raised eyebrow and a deadpan look, “so you two can suck faces,” he grumbled, “but I can’t even kiss our omega once?” He complains shaking his head in disbelief at the unfairness, and I giggle at his pouting face before he swats the ladle towards me and I yelp sliding back farther on the counter to get away from him, Changbin stares at us in amusement before gently taking Minho’s wrist in his big hand while his other hand grips onto Minho’s waist and turns him back to the stove “focus on the food Min or it might burn.” He muses, Minho just grunts but begrudgingly listens to him, “Okay, I guess I’ll go wake the other now,” I say amused at the sight of the alpha and beta's interactions, As I walk away from the two down the hallway I hear Changbin yelp and laugh to myself thinking about how Minho must’ve smacked Binnie with his threatening plastic ladle, giggling as I continue walking down the hallway not paying attention I end running into Chan’s broad chest stumbling back a bit from the initial impact, but he grabs my waist and pulls me closer to him smiling down at me his eyes crinkling as he does so, “where are you headed in such a rush pup?” he asks in amusement, and smile up at him, “Min's making breakfast so I was headed to wake up the others!” I say happily, he coos at my cuteness patting my head, “You’re such a good girl, pup.” He squishes my cheeks forcing my lips to pucker before he pecks me, I giggle at him again before he sends me off further down the hall to wake the others.

The first door I stop by is Minho and Jisung’s softly knocking on the door, when I receive no answer I assume he is still sleeping and I carefully open their door trying to make sure it doesn’t squeak, when it opens enough for me to slip in I slide through the crack, my slippers make louder footsteps than I wanted but I shrugged it off since I was here to wake him up anyways. I make my way towards his side of their bed and coo at his soft appearance, his squirrel like cheeks squished on his pillow as he cuddles it close to his body, Minho wasn’t a huge cuddler but Jisungie most definitely is, so Minho often had to force Jisung to snuggle a pillow instead of himself, but he looks so soft and squishy I almost wanted to squeeze his face and leave kiss marks all over it, and normally I would but he looked so peaceful so I decided to wake him up softly instead of with my cuteness aggression, I softly shook his shoulder and he lightly groans before forcing their black, plush comforter over his head and shifting away from me, Ji’s scent has always been so sweet especially for a beta, all of my mates smelled divine but Jisung’s was one of my favorites he smelled of fresh, blooming jasmine and vanilla sweet for a beta but amazing nonetheless, Chan’s scent was that of the ocean and mahogany, Minho our big bad beta had a spicy cinnamon smell, Binnie smell was musky and he naturally smells like mens cologne, Hyunjin’s was that of black cherries sweet like omegas are expected to smell like, and Felix another fellow omega smells like toasted coconut, while Seungmin our beta baby has a fresh linen smell, and last but not least is Jeongin our baby alpha who smells like strawberries and cream. I coo once more at Jisung before shaking him a bit harder “Come on Ji,” I whined a bit, “Min told me to wake everyone up and if I don’t he’ll come wake you up himself.” I threatened, this immediately catches his attention as he slowly sits up his long, fluffy, mop of dark, brown hair sticking in all directions as he sleepily rubs at his eyes “G’morning,” he yawns out as he stretched, “Thanks for wakin’ me up.” he mumbles out, and my face flushes at his raspy, deep morning voice, “morning Ji,” I smiled at him, he sniffed the air smelling whatever it is that Min is making for breakfast and his stomach growls as he groans and slowly pulls his comforter and sheets off himself, wobbly standing up, I move my arms to try and stabilize him but he's fine after a few seconds he then leans down and kisses the crown of my head and walks towards the door, most likely to brush his teeth but not before smacking my bottom and making me flush in embarrassment as he laughed to himself and continues on his way out.

Next, I walk across the hall to Seungmin and Binnie’s room, I once again do my best not to make their door squeak as I shuffle in, staring at Seungmin’s back as I enter deeper into their room, Seungmin was a pretty light sleeper so it shouldn’t be to hard to wake him up but I still wanted to ensure the beta doesn’t wake up in a startle, “Seungmin,” I whispered, “Seungie, it's time to wake up hun.” I lightly shake his shoulder, his eyes slowly flutter open and the corners of his lips tilt up into a lazy grin as he stares up at me, I decide I want to be a bit of a brat and slowly climb onto the bed straddling his hips, he continues to stare at me with that smirk of and his, he stared up at me with his puppy-like eyes and gazes up at me from his lying position, his hands grasp onto my waist his thumbs stroking over my silk night set and over my hip bones, “Morning pup,” He lets out, and I giggle at his sleepy expression and at the nickname he calls me that I share between all the boys, “Morning Seungie.” I coo at him sliding my hands up and down his chest before I lean down and pepper his face in small kisses before reaching his lips and leaving a lasting kiss, After kissing him I attempt to sit up but he forces me back down crashing our lips together so I can feel all the passion behind it, but for the second time this morning I am interrupted by Changbin as he walks into his room, “Oh,” he says shocked at seeing me straddling Seungmin, “Hey pups.” He once again muses before walking over to Seungmin and me leaving a kiss on both of our foreheads before walking over to their closet and finding some of his gym clothes, Me and Seungmin both oogle him as he changes showing us his broad shoulders and muscular body. My favorite part of his body has to be our mating bite marks that litter his back as well as the hickeys all over his neck and shoulders, while I was busy drooling over Changbin Seungmin was staring at me with adoration written all over his face, he quickly leans up pecking my cheek before, before slightly lifting me up and setting me off his lap so he can get up and stretch, after I've finished making heart eyes to my buff alpha I get off their bed and walk towards Changbin who is still shirtless, I slide my hands up his back over our marks and up to his broad shoulders and wrap my hands around them before pecking the back of his neck like he did to Minho earlier, he hums in satisfaction before speaking “you should probably go wake up the others before Min gets mad princess.” I swoon at the nickname but agree nonetheless and walk out of their room towards the last room which happens to be Hyunjin and Innie’s I knew Felix would also be in there since they decided to have a movie night last night, but based off of the moans I'm sure we all heard that wasn’t the only thing they did last night.

Opening their door I find that I am right and the 3 of them are cuddled up together, cooing at the adorable sight of Jeongin’s black hair, Felix’s blond mullet, and Hyunjins long black hair all peeking out from under their white comforter, I walk over to the trio and first shake Hyunjin awake but he groans out and ignores me, I chuckle at his stubbornness and start stroking and smoothing out his bed head, he hums at the feeling of my ringers raking through his hair and smiles, his plush lips a pretty shade of pinky-red looking very kissable, so that is exactly what I do I lean over his body and kiss his lips, at that his eyes shoot open and he moans into the kiss trying to deepen it, I let him for all of 2 seconds before pulling back and continuing to stroke his hair he sighs and sits up, “Min made breakfast.” I say softly to him and he mutters a small “hell yeah.” Under his breath in celebration. After he gets out of bed to go and brush his teeth and wash his face I slide into where he was lying down before and start threading my fingers through Felix’s hair, which with the amount of bleach he puts in should be dead but somehow it is miraculously still soft and silky, I chuckle in surprise at the feeling of his non-crunchy hair, I admire the freckles that paint his golden skin with stars and start tracing them with my finger, his eyes start to twitch and he lets out a deep groan at the feeling of his face being tickled by my nails and I giggle at the cute, scrunched up expression on his fairy like face, God he is such a pretty omega after enough of the tickling feeling his eyes flutter open but immediately scrunch up at the blurriness you get after just waking up, he rolls his body over to face me, wrapping his arms around my waist forcing me to lay down where Hyunjin used to be, I giggle as he snuggles his face into my chest and I pet his hair again, “Morning baby.” He rasps out, I swoon at the sound of his unusually deep voice, of course, his voice is deep but in the mornings it's especially deep, it is so incredibly attractive but I can’t get distracted because breakfast was probably done and there is a good chance of Min bursting through the door and threatening all of us to get up (affectionately of course), but nonetheless I needed to wake these two up no matter how badly I wanted to cuddle up to them, “Morning Lixie,” I smile, “I need you and Innie to get up before Min yells at us for getting up for the breakfast he made.” I giggle at the thought knowing how Min has a soft spot for us 'pups’ so he probably wouldn’t but he'd still be grumpy, Felix just hums before snuggling in more he acts as if he wants to melt into me which I wouldn’t mind but I'm honestly hungry so I need to get these two up, “Lix,” I try and warn him but he only hums dismissively, “Lix, baby I’m serious I’m hungry~” I whine and he chuckles his voice deep and rich,

I guess we were making too much noise because Jeongin struck us with his pillow and grumbles something that sounds like a “shut up.” Which makes me and Felix cackle, he finally releases me so I try and crawl out of their bed but unfortunately, that's the time Innie chooses to sit up and sees me, instantly his face lights up, “noona!” He exclaims happily, “I didn’t realize it was you!” He laughs and pulls me back towards them by my ankles which makes me yelp, my reaction causes the two troublemakers to giggle and they make eye contact before nodding, I start to protest knowing what they are about to do but they ignore me and start to attack me with tickles, I start laughing very loudly and shouting for one of my other mates to come and save me, “Channie, Min,” I yell out, “anyone please save me!” I holler out to them hoping somebody will come and save me, I guess my pleas for help were heard because Chan comes to my rescue and saves me from my tormentors all while laughing at the scene happening in front of him. When we all finally make it to the dining room the breakfast Min made looks incredibly mouth-watering. Min had made a nice warm stew with a side of rice and banchan which we all laughed at and tease Channie for, making him blush and shush us.

After breakfast, we all split up to do our own things. Changbin heads off to the gym and later heads to the studio Chan and Jisung are headed to, Min goes off to his dance studio, and Hyunjin to his art studio leaving me, Lix, Seungmin, and Innie home alone. We 4 decided on watching some random YouTube videos in the nesting room but before we all settle in Felix and I go around all the rooms and steal items of clothing and even blankets that have our mates’ scents on them after we gathered all the materials we went back to the nest and started to rebuild it, normally we'd have Hyunjin help us since he is also an omega but since he went to his studio we couldn’t get his help which saddensLixie and I but we push through it to make a perfectly, pretty nest for the packmates we have here with us now.

when we make it back into the room I chirp in surprise seeing our mates in our unfinished nest, at hearing my chirp they both whip their heads towards me and Lix, my face is one of betrayal even though I know it isn’t a big deal my omega is telling me that it most definitely is, I’m sure Felix has a reaction similar to mine as he pouted at the two of them being in the unfinished nest. Seungmin and Jeongin both scramble to get out of the unfinished nest messing up the border of it which makes both me and Lix more distressed, they both try to hurriedly fix it but that made me growl at them it wasn’t very threatening seeing as they just coo at me and tell me and Felix to rebuild our pretty nest for them. After it is finished me and Felix set them where we want them and then sat ourselves down between them, our order was Jeongin closest to the border near the door then me, and on my left were Felix and Seungmin next to him by the border.

When the others got home they tried calling out to their mates but received no reply so they went searching for them, they checked all the bedrooms but seeing nobody in there they started to panic a little, “Have any of you found them yet?” Chan hurriedly asks his pack mates who all shake their heads no, they finally decide to check the nest room, and when they open the door they all sighe in relief at seeing their pups there, Jeongin had fallen asleep along with Seungmin leaving Felix and [Y/N] awake with Frozen playing on the TV, Felix was sat behind [Y/n] as she sat in his lap watching intently at the movie on the TV where Elsa was singing ‘Let It go’, she was fussing a bit at what she thought was Felix pulling on her hair “Ssh relax, I’m just braiding your hair.” he says softly brushing his fingers through her hair in an attempt to detangle it. The 5 standing by the door all coo at their cute packmates and walk further into the room finally making the two omegas notice them, when they finally do they immediately sit up and stop what they are doing to get up as fast as they can to reach their packmates who had been gone all day, Felix runs towards Changbin first while [Y/n] jumps on Chan, they chose those 2 first because they were the closest to the nest, the two omegas made sure to rub their scents glands against the 2 alphas so their scents would stick onto them after they scented those two, they rushed to Minho and Jisung and scented them just as good as they did the other 2 before them, last but not least was Hyunjin and the three omegas sag into each other happily chirping content at the skinship, the others admire their mates, and then Jeongin and Seungmin are awoken by the commotion but also immediately get up to greet the others after they've scented each other they go around delivering them kisses to everyone as a second welcome. “So what have our pups been doing all day, hm?” their pack leader asks, staring at his lovers in adoration, “Mm, well we mostly watched YouTube but when Seungie and Innie fell asleep me and Lixie put on Disney movies!” [Y/n] explains excitedly and Felix hums in agreement, while the others snicker in amusement at the 2 wholesome omegas.

After everyone gets ready for bed [Y/n] goes around trying to convince everyone to sleep in the nesting room, her pitch to them is “It's so comfy and Jinnie, Lixie, and I remade it perfectly for all of you,” she pouts up at all of them giving her best puppy eyes, after getting Hyunjin, and Felix to assist her in convincing them the alphas and betas finally give in and they all pile into the nesting room together, the three omegas arranged their mates to where they want them and make them sit in their places before finally settling into the nest themselves, the nest is huge with pillows covered in heavy blankets making up the border, Felix and [Y/n} have lots of influence on the others so the nest is made of mostly pastel soft colored blankets and of course Hyunjin agrees to his adorable mates no hesitation, along with the nest they have candles set around the room courtesy of Hyunjin because he believes they ‘set the mood’ and lastly Felix hung LED lights so they could have a pop of more color. They've all settled into the nest for bed, all of them cuddled together the soft atmosphere lulling them all to sleep.

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PART 2 Welcome to Eden

Old man Logan x reader

Warnings: AOB, age gap, mutant reader, angst, hurt/comfort, swearing Logan lives, mean logan at the start xD

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The hikes long, you’re panting and barely keeping your legs from collapsing till you hear them. Cars, the sound of engines and suddenly adrenaline running through your veins. You force the kids to run in front of you making sure all of them are there. You see the hummers beside you, shots firing making you break formation. You’re forcing Laura not to tear them apart while the other kids run. You curse Logan, curse him and the argument you had before leaving.

You stand outside the small cabin, leaning against the door way looking at the old alpha sitting in the bed. The kids decided to give him a make over which he wasn’t all too happy about, a permanent scowl on his face.

“We’re leaving in half an hour” you say glancing to your watch.

“Good for you” he grumbles out and you glare at him.

“Are you coming with us?” You ask stepping more into the small cabin. The alpha glares and you stop arms crossing across your chest.

“No” he says and your heart drops.

“Why the hell not?” You snap without meaning too.

“You couldn’t just leave me to die?” He growls and you get closer. He stands though, you’re about a meter away ready to tear him a new one if you could.

“Like hell I was!” You snap.

“I’m healer! I heal the injured you were injured” you say plainly his eyes not meeting yours. You’re trembling on the inside, inner omega wincing at yelling at her alpha, he’s not hers though.

“I was happy to die there” he grits out and you scoff.

“Well I wasn’t going to let that happen” you say.

“These kids need you, where we’re going they’ll have more advanced medicine to heal you” you say heart pounding in your chest.

“I don’t want to be healed” he grits out.

“Why the hell not?!” You snap getting closer. He growls at you, animalistic and you gulp down a whimper before it escapes.

“I’ve been alive long enough, I’ve seen too many people die” he says.

“Too bad, I have too” you know you shouldn’t fight with him, but you’re pissed, hands shaking heart pounding pissed.

“I’m not going” he says sitting back down running a hand through his greyed hair. He leaves no room for argument and you huff at him before you leave in a storm of feelings.

Damn him to hell, the lowest parts of hell actually. You keep up with the kids for the time being till a shot goes through your leg. You wince and trip, hands scraping on the forest floor. You groan waiting for your body to heal but there’s an electric shock through you. You jolt falling to the ground one of the men’s foots on your back. There’s a prick in your neck and your leg stops healing, the jolts go through you again. You feel pain flare in your thigh and groan. The kids are fighting back, you watch them but it’s not enough against whatever the hell they’ve got in those syringes. There’s a cry in the forest, a roar almost, the hair on your neck stands up and shudder runs through your body. Alpha.

Logan’s full charge, killing anyone who gets in his way, you see Laura joining him and smile a bit. The other kids join, the man holding you down leaving. You wince rolling onto your back and glancing at your bloodied leg. You try to get up and fail, you don’t get very far with crawling till there’s a butt of a gun connecting with your head and the world spins.

“ENOUGH!” you whimper loudly at the yell, whoever has you holding the barrel of a gun to your head. Logan’s standing there, blood on his body, a crazed look in his eyes. He looks to you, to the wound on your leg and snarls stepping forward.

“One more step and I’ll blow her brains out” the man says and you bite back a whimper. Logan’s steps falter a small groan leaving him as he bends over.

“Worn off hasn’t it? Little energy boost” the man holding you chuckles lightly as Logan staggers.

“Alpha” it leaves your lips before you can do anything.

“Oh- oh, that’s just tragic” the man laughs this time gun pressing harder into your head.

“You know omega mutants are practically unheard of” he adds as Logan falls to one knee, fist planted on the ground.

“They smell funky don’t they?” The man laughs pressing his nose to your hair and breathing deeply. You jolt away going to head butt him but failing.

“Like a drugged omega” he adds.

“Then again all you alpha mutants and beta mutants smell horrid too, fucked up evolution” he rambles on.

“You talk too much” Logan mumbles and you frown briefly at his smile before you hear a familiar cry. Laura jumps from behind you, slicing the guys head clean off. You’re dropped to the floor wincing at the pain flaring through your leg, glancing at the head now staring at you. Laura’s by your side trying to hold you up.

“Thank you” you say giving her smaller hand a squeeze. The alpha in front of you stumbles over, kneeling in front of you, hand hovering above your leg.

“They injected me with something I can’t heal” you say and he snarls. He’s panting harshly, the bullets in him not coming out as quick either. He rips some of his shirt, lifting your leg gently.

“This is gonna hurt” he mutters before he ties it tightly. You groan and feel tears in your eyes. Logan’s giving off a calming scent despite the blood and wounds on his body, you smile softly at it.

“Laura get the others, continue up the mountain” you order as she stares at you.

“Now!” You add firmer and she gives you a hug before she runs off.

“Fuck!” You yell once she’s gone, glaring at the head beside you.

“Bastard” you grumble.

“You ok?” You ask the old alpha putting your hands near the wounds on his chest. You jolt them back though when the bullets fall out.

“I’ll heal” he says and you nod smiling.

“You came” you say his eyes meeting yours finally and he nods.

“These kids need me” he says the tiniest of smiles on his lips.

“Come on” he says helping you up.

“No-“ you stutter gripping onto him as you stand on your good leg.

“Nice and easy ok?” Logan says softly by your ear and you huff out a breath.

“Ok” he mutters.

The journey takes longer than you wanted it too, the pain in your leg horrid and the blood loss catching up to your body. Logan’s practically carrying you by the time you’re even close to the boarder. The only thing keeping you awake is determination and his scent. You hear voices, rushed voices and see cars. You recognise some of the nurses from the facility, and other people you don’t know, mutants by their change of scent compared to the nurses. You smile feeling at peace that you made it finally, that the kids are safe.

“Don’t you dare close those eyes, Bub” you hear from the older alpha and groan quietly as your hoisted into a car and laid across the back seat. You feel like utter shit. Your heads lifted gently and then there’s a warm hard thigh under your head. You look to Logan who’s ordering the poor nurse around to help you, but you just smile. Laura peeps over from the front seat and you give her a small grin eyes droopy.

“Omega keep them open” it’s a command from your alpha, one you can’t obey as your eyes slide shut and your world goes black.

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