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you know what would have been infinitely cooler than what we got in acv the last chapter? if eivor didnât know what to do with odin in her mind and sought out reda.
reda, the boy she uncannily remembers but canât quite place.
reda, the boy who tells her they must have known one another in a past life.Â
reda, the goddamn immortal merchant who eivor might have noticed never grows older over the years.
she finds reda in some far-flung corner of england. he smiles when she tells him her worries, offers comfort in the knowing that no, her experience is not so unique, there have been others like her. they talk about what it means to leave home and what it is to be lonely. when to know to say goodbye. when to heed the call in your gut and when to ignore it for whatâs in front of you.Â
and when eivorâs still struggling with the choice of following the pull in herself or stay and try to protect everything she knows, reda just leans over and pats her hand.
âyour life, wolf kissed, is a page in a much larger saga drawn of many heroes. you have built a home, a family, security for those you love. some of these chapters we can watch unfold, but we must know that others will be written long after us. nothing lasts forever. it would do you well to remember this, and take care you do not spoil the winds of change for those who follow on. you may bring in an unexpected storm with you.â
eivorâs clever enough to pick up the undertone. there are consequences to staying, as much as there are going. she asks for clarification, but reda offers no answers.
she understands now, somehow, even if the thought is misty and intangible. odin is pointing her towards that larger story. this is something she has to do, for reasons she doesnât know, for people she doesnât know, but whatever it is must succeed. there are stakes to her not going. there is danger.
âin another life, i hope to live to find myself proven right,â eivor says.
she asks reda to drop in to ravensthorpe from time to time, and leaves with a parting message. there is a travelling warrior who, should she ever be seen on english soil again, will assist them at the mention of eivorâs name. this warrior is called kassandra, and eivor watches a vague flicker of shock pass over redaâs otherwise stoic face.
âkassandra,â he repeats once, twice, three times. he licks his lips and gives eivor a smile that she canât quite place. ânow wolf-kissed, there is a name i have not heard quite some time.â
#long post underneath the cut#it's 1.30am so don't expect this to make sense but I'M JUST SAYING#they could have made a good ending that tied into the other games#didn't blow the VO budget#and is/was canonically achievable in the open rpg format#the more i've been thinking about it the more i don't need eivor to have goodbyes on screen#but i do need some depth to her understanding and relationship to odin#i need there to be reason why she goes to vinland that is semi believable to her character#even if its just ominous threat of danger#i know the meeting with reda 'oh you look familiar' is a writing wink wink nudge nudge#but if eivor is so isu affected i just think he could have played so much more of a role in tying that together#ofc it would possibly involve explaining wtf is going on with reda#anyway i'm going to bed hope this is somewhat understandable idk#ac valhalla#acv spoilers
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Went to see Dynamite (and subsequently the taping of Rampage) on 12/27 and it was such a fuckin blast!! Some thoughts and ramblings under the cut
I did NOT expect to see a 4v4 match between the Acclaimed+Scott Taylor vs Daddy Magic+the Gunns/Bang Bang Gang, and it was just the preshow! And Iâm here scratching my head bc pol wouldâve eaten that up if it were live! What the hell. But Iâm glad I had the opportunity to chant âScissor me Daddy Assâ and âAss Boysâ with the crowd.
Swerve v Mox v Jay White was so much fucking fun. My love for Swerve and Mox specifically went up because of their back and forth. Jay kinda felt like the odd one out, and I do feel heâs been underutilized/misused recently, but that only opens up the opportunity for a comeback for him. The crowd absolutely loved Swerve, and so did I, bc we all could not stop chanting Swerveâs house lol. Kinda sad he didnât win but Mox v Eddie is so appropriate for their history and stories, I cannot wait
And speaking of, Danielson v Eddie was soooo tense. Like, the chants for Eddie won at the end but being in the crowd, I feel like support was split between them. I really didnât know whoâd win or who to root for bc I felt like they both had a decent shot. But at the end of the day I sided with Eddie bc 1) he lives in Orlando now and 2) heâs 100% the underdog in this situation and heâs long overdue to win a title like this in AEW. Iâve also grown to really love Eddie after looking back into his past work and interviews, heâs so real. I really hope he wins this tournament, he needs this.
I donât have much to say about the Chris Jericho and Sammy Guevara stuff, because I donât really care about them? They donât really compel me tbh but it was fun as fuck to shit on Don Callis and chant âShut the Fuck Upâ, even tho I saw families with young children in the crowd looking uncomfortable (along with the other times there were chants with curse words) but come onâŠwhat did yâall expect in a pro wrestling show
And finally. GuysâŠI love MJF but this devil storyline is not hitting. I canât blame them bc Iâm sure plans got really screwed up when Adam got injured, but they could only do so much to try and salvage/adjust the plotline. But even then, I wasnât a huge fan of the masked devil angle to begin with. The whole plot with Adam and MJF started bc of their match and then a tournament, and telling a story through that is much more compelling and entertaining than âoh no who are these mysterious people trying to get to MJF behind the scenesâ. I also believe a HUGE part of MJFâs face run is because of Adam and their chemistry, and without him, itâs not as effective, you can just feel Adamâs absence throughout this whole thing. Which just goes to show MJF still needs to improve more on standing up by himself as a face, but I believe heâs got it in him. Thereâs still glimpses of face MJF being good by himself but itâs not where it could be right now bcâŠthe writing isnât very good currently lol. Still glad I managed to record his entrance into the ring and chant his name with the crowd, but Iâll have to wait for another opportunity to see a good, real match from him live
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was gonna use terrible comic day to post this but its an idea thats been bonking around in my head for a min. if i knew how to program and the songs wouldnt all be copyrighted i would totally make this game.
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A grayscale sketchy comic.
Caption at the top: "A video game wherein you're driving alone and have to listen to the radio's clues to survive"
POV from the driver, hands on wheel with the radio to the right. It's night in a forest on a dirt road. The driver is approaching a fork in the road, indicated by a sign that points right and left. The radio plays the lyrics: "you better run, better leave this place- get lost and go a different way! go left! go left! go left! go, go!
The next panel we see the driver, who has long hair tied messily up in a bun, wearing a hoodie, a collared shirt, glasses, and has black nails. Two realistic hands reach from the darkness of the car behind them- one grabbing their arm. The radio plays: "Don't turn around 'cause you're gonna see my heart breaking-- don't turn around i don't want you seeing me cry--"
Underneath the panels are song credit. the first song is Radiant Children's "Go Left" and the second is Ace of Base's "Don't turn around"
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#you gotta look for what station to turn to as well so you dont get random stuff or the wrong direction#op art#video game#horror#do not know how to tag this lol
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you're not her
The 'Worst' Logan x fem!mutant!reader
a/n: really wanted to write for the worst logan so I found a streaming site so I could finally watch the new Deadpool movie (yay pirating) (this is totally hypothetical and a joke to the feds lurking) I was going to just read the wiki plot but I donât think that was going to cut it Again, using the same superhero name/powers. Itâs not an OC I swear, it just makes sense in comic book movies to have some alternate name and Iâm not creative enough to come up with multiple different supe names. Summary: You hate him, you really fucking hate him at first. Heâs cruel and constantly reminds you that youâll never be the hero he knew. Youâre not her and heâs made that abundantly clear. But what are you supposed to do when heâs suddenly your new roommate and you have no choice but to wake up to his face every day? I feel sad because I donât think I did the angst justice with this one. But if I keep staring at it trying to fix it, then Iâm never going to post it. (This is a long one guys) Angst with a happy ending (because Iâm a little bitch) Makeout scenes and smut towards the very end 18+ MDNI
You donât know how you got here, but you know youâre mad at whoever dragged you into this shit. You donât think it would be wild to assume it was Wadeâs fault. Usually, when something goes wrong in your life itâs on him.Â
What you do know; you look like shit. Wade and Wolverine are both standing over you in their awesome ass uniforms and youâre still in your fucking pajamas. How are you supposed to be badass and save the world in pants that have Spidermanâs face plastered all over them?
âIâm gonna fucking kill you, Wade,â you growl at him.Â
He places his hand daintily on his chest and waves you off, âSave that for the bedroom, pookie.â
You grit your teeth and glare up at him, Wolverine gives him a similarly disgusted look. âFuckinâ ridiculous,â you grumble under your breath. You get to your feet and brush yourself off, finally looking around and taking in wherever the fuck heâs dragged you. âWhere are we?â
âThe void,â Wade responds, voice ridiculously dramatic. You look around and throw your hands up in defeat.Â
âWhat the fuck, Wade? Why did you drag me with you into this?â You look over at the Wolverine beside him. He hasnât stopped glaring at you both and his claws are out, clearly ready to just eviscerate you. âWho the fuck is this?â
âOkay, wow, language, Flux. Iâm disappointed in you.â
âEat me-â
Youâre cut off by the knock-off Wolverine standing a few feet behind you both. âFlux?â He demands, voice so low you almost canât hear him. Both you and Wadeâs heads whip around to face him. Thus far heâs been relatively silent, you nearly started to wonder if he was mute.Â
âItâs her X-Man name,â Wade tells him, gushing like itâs some big deal. âImpressive, huh?â You donât bother correcting him that it was your X-Men name. Canât exactly call yourself that if they booted you off the team for being a crappy superhero.Â
Logan snorts and shakes his head. He stalks towards you and you nearly fall over in your attempt to scramble back from him. âYou,â he demands, claws pointed at you threateningly. âYouâre Flux?â
Wade hisses, watching as Logan swipes out at you. âAlright, peanut, letâs put the claws away and take a deep grounding breath.â
âShut the fuck up,â Logan snaps at Wade. He turns to glare at him and you take the opportunity to scramble behind your friend for protection. At least if he gets stabbed, heâll heal. âYou,â he scoffs and it trails off into a laugh. Thereâs no humor behind it, he's just a dick. âYou are a fucking joke compared to my Flux.â
The ground underneath you rattles, pebbles bouncing off the cracked desert and ricocheting off their boots. Wade quickly moves away from you, shoving you forward so heâs not in the line of fire. âYeah, well youâre just an alcoholic fuck who could never hold a candle to my Logan.âÂ
You can feel energy brewing at the tips of your fingers, waves, and waves of hate building up within you. The man across from you feels the shift, the static suddenly permeating the air around you both. You let your power build and buildâŠ
The pebbles drop back to the ground and you stumble back from Logan, nose bleeding from overextending yourself. âShit,â you mutter, wiping at your face with the back of your hand and shaking your head.Â
Logan laughs again, it echoes through the stormy sky and you wish you had any control over your powers so you could just send him flying. Or, better yet, turn his bones into liquid and flip him inside out. âOh,â he lets out a long exhale, glaring at both of you. âThis is fuckinâ ridiculous.â The faux smile drops from his face and he raises his voice just loud enough to make you jump, âJust one big fuckinâ joke!â
You have about five seconds to dive to the side before Logan is lunging at Wade. âWait, wait, wait we can talk about this!â Wade shouts, but itâs too late, heâs already on the ground getting his head caved in.Â
You let out a rough sigh, stumbling off to the side. Youâre drained from that shitshow of powers. You barely made a few rocks levitate and you feel like youâre going to pass out. You walk away from the two men and throw yourself on the ground, trying to reorient yourself while they fight like wild animals.Â
You can hear them in the background, stabbing and shooting like theyâre aiming to kill. Too bad neither of them can die. Itâd save you a hell of a headache. They run past you, Loganâs got his claws buried in Wadeâs gut while Wadeâs desperately firing off his gun into Loganâs chest.Â
Your head rolls weakly to the side and you mutter out a pathetic, âNo, stop. Donât kill each other.â As expected, neither of them listens to you. They keep fighting, showing no signs of stopping.Â
Thereâs a moment of silence after about ten minutes of nothing but grunts and insults. You peak your head up in interest. Logan got his claws posed over Wadeâs throat. You wonder if decapitation would actually kill him or if heâd somehow manage to survive that.Â
Wade doesnât seem interested in testing out the theory, âThey can fix it!â Wade shouts, âThey can fix your timeline. I just need your help saving mine.â
Your eyes widen and you meet Wadeâs masked gaze over Loganâs shoulders. The white slits widen and he minutely shakes his head, telling you not to say anything. Like, maybe, that neither of you has any fucking clue if the TVA is capable of even fixing timelines like that.Â
You know Wade is desperate when he makes that promise. Itâs the only reason he would say something so stupid. Itâs a blatant lie, one pulled so far out of Wadeâs ass youâre genuinely surprised that Logan canât smell the bullshit. Whatever happened in his universe must have been horrible for him to ever believe anything that comes out of any Deadpoolâs mouth.Â
Itâs a long moment before Logan finally pulls his claws out of Wade. Your friend slumps forward in relief as Logan stalks away from him. You glare at Wade from where you are on the ground, âThat was fucking stupid,â you snipe at him. He gets to his feet, walks over to you, and forcefully yanks you to your feet.Â
âNot a goddamn word,â he warns, but you arenât exactly threatened by him when he's got three holes in his head from Loganâs claws. Still, you hold your hands up and acquiesce, following after him as he chases down Logan.Â
Your mind is still fuzzy when you are captured by Cassandra. You're recovering from overextending yourself, eyes blurring and limbs going limp like jello when her army of henchmen circle you all.Â
You finally feel yourself starting to come back to your body when you wake up tied to Johnny. âAnd,â Wade draws the word out, waiting until you lift your head to finish, âthere she is! Happy you could join us, princess. Mind turning these ropes into dust for me?â
You groan and let your head slump onto Johnnyâs shoulder. He smirks and glances down at you. âOh fuck off, both of you. I canât do shit right now and you know it, Wade, Iâm drained.âÂ
Logan is glaring at you, but thereâs less hate in his glare and more confusion now. âCan you do anything?â
You narrow your eyes at him, lips screwed up while you try to decide if heâs being an asshole or genuine. âHard of hearing or something old man? Iâm drained,â you reiterate, your tone a little too bitchy.Â
Logan narrows his eyes, grunting something foul under his breath. Wade interferes before you can piss each other off anymore. âShe had an accident, her brainâs a little broken now. But itâs fine! Whose isnât?â
You huff and throw yourself back against the cage youâre all being transported in. You feel eyes on the side of your head and slowly look over to see Johnny grinning at you. âHey, you know Iâve met one of your variants-â
âDonât give a fuck,â you interrupt. You hear Wade snicker under his mask, giving you an encouraging thumbs up even with his hands bound. You were both a little disappointed it wasnât Captain America lurking under that cloak. But at least this guy isnât such a prude he wonât cuss.Â
For the next five minutes, youâre on the receiving end of a very enthusiastically vulgar rant about just what a cunt Cassandra Nova is. Heâs still not even finished by the time you reach the gates to her lair.
Your eyes widen when you see all the people lurking around the walls. Most of them you recognize as people youâve put away or killed in your world. But thereâs something just minutely different about them than the version you faced in your timeline. Their eye color or outfit is always just slightly off.Â
The familiar faces are almost a relief. But there is nothing comforting about knowing you're outnumbered two hundred to four. The cage is tipped over and you go rolling out, you grunt as Johnnyâs elbow digs into your ribs.Â
Before you can even attempt to shove him off, the ropes are whipped off of you and youâre dragged by an invisible force across the ground. Rocks and sand scrape across your tender skin and bury themselves deep in your pores. You hiss in pain when you finally come to a stop and your body is your own again.Â
A groan slips through your parted lips unbidden as you struggle onto your knees. Your pajamas are ripped practically everywhere and you feel like you might as well be naked at this point. You really wished that you at least had a chance to change before you were kidnapped to another universe.Â
The woman you presume to be Cassandra Nova is currently fucking Wadeâs skull with her freakish telepathy fingers. Johnnyâs a pile of guts and bones on the floor and you have no fucking clue where she flung Logan to.Â
You get to your feet, shaking your head and reorienting yourself. In a second sheâs in front of you, head tilted to the side while she regards you curiously. âWoah,â you jump back, glaring at her outstretched hand.Â
âCareful,â Wade warns her breathlessly, still clutching his head. âFlux here has a pathological fear of bald people.â
You nod, âItâs true, you can imagine how strained my relationship with your brother was.â Cassandra circles you, a devious tilt to her lips. Your eyes track her, unwilling to take your gaze off her for even a second. You feel like a rabbit, facing down a fox thatâs made its way into your burrow.Â
âCurious,â she mutters. âIâve seen quite a few of you down here before. But,â she chuckles and before you can move her hand is shoving its way into your brain. You scream, thereâs an agonizing burn as her fingers probe under your eyes and dig through the deepest part of your subconscious. It feels like someoneâs taking a shovel and ripping up your worst traumas. âNone of them have been so weak.â
Wonderful, even she wants to insult you. You can feel the way sheâs plucking through your thoughts, tossing aside the ones she doesnât like. Images of your childhood are flashing across your vision. You can no longer see the world around you, itâs like every one of your worst memories is being played on a projector.Â
âAh,â she clicks her tongue and jerks your neck around until youâre looking at something youâve tried to forget for years. âHere it is. How easy it would be for me to simply unblock those powers of yours.â She smiles, her face appearing before you and blocking out the bloodshed. âIt would make this far more entertaining for me, what do you say?â
Your teeth are clenched so tightly youâre surprised they havenât cracked yet. Itâs hard to get the words out when her fingers are still dancing through your skull. âFuck you,â you finally spit out. She releases you suddenly, and you surge forward with a gasp, clutching at your skull desperately.Â
You half expect your brains to begin leaking from your nose and eyes. But nothing happens, despite feeling incredibly violated, everything is still in its proper place. Cassandra walks past you like everything is fine and dandy in the world. âWell, as much as I would love to see those powers of yours in action again, Flux, Iâm afraid Alioth must eat.â
Before you can ask what she's talking about thereâs a loud rumble. Like thunder cracking through the sky and land, the ground underneath you shakes. Cracks form under your feet and the henchmen around you all start desperately racing for cover.Â
You turn around, staring wide-eyed at the purple cloud of death and destruction steadily moving across the sky. A face breaks through the clouds, grinning down at you. Purple lightning hits the ground and the villain next to you explodes into nothing but dust.Â
âShit!â You shout, turning around and running to try and avoid getting zapped up next. Thereâs no coming back from this one. Once this monster gets you, not even god could save you.Â
Suddenly, an arm wraps around your waist, lifting you off your feet. âNo time for consent, weâve got to get the fuck outta here!â Wade shouts in your ear. Logan is standing next to some robot leg, ripping out cords until a jet on the back fires up. Wade leaps onto the boot, wrapping an arm around Loganâs legs as youâre all shot into the sky.Â
Youâd scream if you werenât trying not to throw up. You hurtle through the sky at speeds that have your skin nearly ripping off your skull. The rocket on the back of the leg starts to sputter out. The flames flickering out and then back to life. It steadily begins to drop until youâre plummeting headfirst towards the ground.Â
Wade wraps himself around you, tossing himself off the boot so he can brace your fall. You hear and feel nearly all of his bones break under your weight. For a moment it feels like youâre laying on warm jello as you try and catch your breath.Â
âNailed it,â he mutters weakly. Youâre pretty sure he canât breathe, a rib having pierced his lung in the fall. A shadow looms over you and you glance up to find Logan glaring down at you. You stare at him apprehensively, half expecting him to unsheathe his claws and just end you right here.Â
Instead, to your surprise, he holds a hand out. You look at it with suspicion, glaring back up at him. âFucks sake,â he mutters. He reaches down, roughly grabbing your hand and jerking you to your feet. You feel the warmth of Wadeâs blood on your back and grimace.Â
âThanks,â you mutter, still not entirely trusting of him.Â
He purses his lips into a thin line, backing awkwardly away from you. He just nods and starts surveying the land around you. It feels less like trying to figure out where you all landed and more like awkwardly avoiding eye contact.Â
The whole interaction leaves you feeling odd. âWell, that was as awkward as two virgins on prom night,â Wade loudly announces as he jumps to his feet. You whip around and send him a dirty look but his attention has already been snagged by something else. Lately, youâve been considering grounding up Adderall and slipping it into his breakfast, you think it might do him some good.Â
Whatâs got to be the fugliest dog youâve ever seen in your life bounds towards Wade. He drops to his knees, ripping off his mask and opening his arms wide to the mutt. You grimace, taking a step back when she starts licking his face. âOh, thatâs just wrong.â
Thankfully dogless, you steal Nicepoolâs Honda Odyssey - much to Wadeâs chagrin. Loganâs in the front seat, Wade beside him. Youâre sitting in the back, rubbing your temples and trying to get rid of the raging migraine youâve had since Cassandra finger blasted your brain.Â
Youâve been zoning in and out of the conversation happening in the front seat of the car. But Logan suddenly slams on the brakes and you go hurtling forward. Without even looking at you, both their arms shoot out, blocking you from flying through the windshield.Â
Your face scrunches up as you look at both their arms, it feels like being saved by an overbearing soccer mom. âBuckle up, princess,â Wade tells you. He shoves you back into your seat and you look between the two men suspiciously.Â
âDid you just say if?â Logan growls, glaring at Wade. Your face drops, finally realizing what youâd missed.Â
Wade lets out a weak chuckle, âSlip of the tongue?â Logan growls and the claws come out. Wade raises his hands, âOkay, letâs put a brake on the crazy train. I wasnât lying it was just an educated,â for the first time in your friendship Wade is actually speechless. Youâre shocked by the silence. Until, of course, he runs his mouth again and comes up with the lamest cop-out youâve ever heard. âIt was an educated wish that they could fix your timeline, alright?â
Logan doesnât give much of a warning except a low growl before he shoves his claws deep into Wadeâs thigh. âYou motherfucker!â
âHey!â You shout, jumping forward and ripping Loganâs claws out of Wadeâs leg. âLook, weâre trying to save our whole fucking universe. Can you blame him for lying?â You regret opening your mouth pretty much immediately.Â
You should have just stayed out of this, it wasnât any of your business. And if they wanted to be two dumbasses and fucking tear each other apart then so be it. But you never should have drawn attention to yourself.Â
âShut the fuck up,â Logan shouts at you. Itâs so startling, coming from him. Youâre still associating him with the man youâd looked up to growing up. Your Wolverine was a hero. He was the reason you wanted to be an X-Man. And they look exactly the same, itâs nearly impossible for you to separate this one from the one you knew.Â
But it's easier now. Because the man youâd known would never be so cruel and jaded to the world. Not like this. âWhy the fuck are you even here? Youâre just some watered-down knockoff of a real hero. You are nothing, youâre worth nothing. Itâs a fucking joke that youâre alive and the woman I knew is buried six feet deep. If there was anything right in the world you would be in a grave somewhere crawling with maggots.â
Your eyes water without your permission. You donât know this man. Yet, he has the face of your greatest hero and the man who youâd grown up hearing stories about. Itâs like facing everything youâve ever wanted to be and having it shout your deepest fears and insecurities back at you. Heâs just confirming something youâve known for years. You never deserved the title of being an X-Man. You never deserved the uniform or anything that came with it.Â
Your breaths are coming short and fast, it feels like your lungs are constricting. You worry you wonât be able to get air in but he doesnât care. No, he keeps going. âYou follow this fucking clown around and you contribute nothing to the world. Youâre never gonna save your fucking timeline. You canât even make a few rocks float.â Itâs not the words that hurt you next. Itâs the way he says it. âYouâre pathetic.â
He spits them at you. Thereâs venom lacing his tone like heâs seen into you and knows thereâs nothing in you to offer. For the first time in a long time, you feel seen and you hate it. Because heâs looking past the sarcasm and the faux confidence you carry yourself with.Â
He sees the empty husk of a woman you truly are and heâs forcing you to face it with him. It causes you physical pain, to know that everything youâve ever feared about yourself is true. You donât have anything to say to him, you canât.Â
Your lips tremble and you feel so fucking small. You can hear your parent's voices in your head, screaming at you and wishing you were never born. Theyâd rather have a stillborn than a fucked up mutant for a daughter. You see the way even other kids at the school would hide from you. You were made wrong, even as a mutant you were never truly accepted.Â
Loganâs face drops ever so slightly at the prolonged silence in the car. Even Wade isnât speaking, heâs just staring at you both. âI,â he starts, but Wade cuts him off.Â
âIâm gonna hurt you now.â Wadeâs never been one to let people run over you, even when you might just let yourself fall into the background. You shouldnât be surprised when he draws a knife and stabs it into Loganâs throat.Â
But the arterial spray that follows catches you off guard and suddenly your tears are dried. Instead, youâre throwing open the car door and diving out before one of them crushes you. You make it out of the car just in time, Logan having thrown Wade right where you had been sitting.Â
Music starts up in the car as a result of their fighting. Divorced dad rock and the sounds of their, borderline, sexual grunting are your soundtrack for the rest of the night. You curl up at the base of a tree, waiting for them to be done with each other.Â
Loganâs words continue to echo through your head. And the longer you linger on what he said the angrier you get. Not necessarily at him, but at yourself. Youâve let yourself linger in self-pity and wallow in regret for so long.Â
You look in the mirror and you no longer recognize yourself. Heâs right, as much as you hate to admit it, youâre a fucking joke. You toss your head back, slamming it against the trunk of the tree hard enough for it to hurt.Â
Thereâs this manic, cloying feeling tugging at your chest. Itâs like someoneâs sitting on your ribs, crushing you until you canât breathe anymore. You keep throwing your head back, letting the pain distract you until you feel warm blood leaking down the back of your scalp.Â
âShit,â you hiss, hand coming up to cradle the back of your skull. You wince when you feel the split in your skin. The blood leaks over the tips of your fingers, running through the cracks of your palm.Â
You force yourself to relax, to move your head away from the tree. As you go to stand up, possibly to get Wade and Logan to quit their fighting, you notice something odd. The air around you is still, you can no longer hear them grunting or groaning as they rock the Honda.Â
Leaves are suspended in the air. Theyâre not trembling from the breeze, theyâre completely frozen. You take a step forward and gasp when you hit something solid. The air in front of you has solidified somehow.Â
The realization dawns on you slowly but surely. This is you, youâve done this. Manipulated everything around you on an atomic level. Youâve turned something you shouldnât be able to feel into something you can touch. Frozen the world around you. Whatever Cassandra had done inside your head, it had knocked something loose.Â
You havenât had this wide a range of control for years. Any attempt to do something like this has been met with nosebleeds and long periods of blacking out. Elation fills you, the hurt from earlier is nearly gone.Â
You glance through the wall of air and try to see if you can still see the Odyssey. To your horror, itâs gone. You wave your hands and the air returns to normal. The leaves drift back to the forest floor and you run back to where youâd left the two men.Â
There are tire tracks dug deep into the mud. You know Wade wouldnât willingly leave you behind, not here. You donât know if Loganâs just kidnapped him or if someone else has. Whoever was driving was clearly in a rush to get out of here.Â
You must have missed it all while you were having your meltdown. âFuck,â you shout, your voice echoing into the branches above. You take in a deep breath and start walking. Hopefully, you can catch up to them before whoever has them does serious damage.Â
You make it to a weird cave/hideout area. The Odyssey is parked outside and when you peek through the broken windows you find the interior completely destroyed. Thereâs blood soaking through every surface, anything and everything has been smashed and bent the wrong way.Â
You donât even know if this is from Wade and Logan or whoever had snatched them. Shaking your head you back up and slink towards the entrance of the den. You can hear shouting inside, it sounds like Wade, but you canât make out what heâs saying.Â
You havenât seen action for a long time. At least not any that you could actually contribute to. It feels a bit like riding a bike. Youâd practiced on your way here, making things around you float or eradicating a few trees into nothing but dust in the wind. But this is different.Â
Your friend (and Logan) are inside, possibly being tortured. Maybe even dead. Though, you seriously doubt the universe is going to be that nice to you. You let the energy build in your arms, itâs like a warm tingling feeling. It shoots down to the palms of your hands until you feel static in the air.Â
You take a step inside and spot three people. Each of them is decked out in weapons. One of them turns and spots you. âWho is-âÂ
You donât let him finish, throwing your hands out and slamming them all into the wall so hard the whole interior shakes. Dirt rains down from the ceilings while their faces contort in pain. You run inside, spotting Logan and Wade.Â
You shoot Wade a big grin but he throws his hands up and shouts, âRead the fucking room!â Your brows furrow and he points emphatically at the people youâre holding, âGood guys!â
âOh shit,â you release them immediately, a guilty look on your face. âI am so sorry.â Logan cackles in the back, doubled over laughing while the three people in front of you brush themselves off.Â
You donât want to be out here with him, but itâs better than being in that cave with the others. Laura walks past you, sending you an uneasy smile. Youâd noticed her sitting beside Logan and decided they probably needed a few moments to themselves.Â
They were finished now, though, and he had the only bottle of liquor left in the cave with him. You trudge over to him, leaves crunching under your boots. Elektra, after that horrific introduction, had given you a uniform a different Flux had left behind.Â
She was long gone, killed by Cassandra years ago, but sheâd conveniently been your exact size. The uniform is nearly identical to the one you have buried under your bed. Black leather with a dark purple X going across your chest and matching purple seams. Youâd never wanted something ridiculously flashy. Just something that people would see and associate with the X-Men.Â
Because thatâs all youâd ever wanted to be; a hero. It feels like a pipe dream now. If your pajamas werenât so destroyed you would have just stayed in them. You donât feel like you deserve this uniform, not when the woman whoâd worn it before you had actually been a hero in her timeline.Â
âDonât want company,â Logan snarks, without even looking back to see whoâs coming up to him.
You take a seat on the lawn chair closest to him and snatch the bottle of whiskey from his hands. âGood,â you tilt your head back, downing as much as possible. It burns the whole way and you revel in the slight tickle in the back of your throat.Â
âAlright,â Logan mutters. He gently takes the bottle back from you, giving you an aggrieved look when he sees just how much youâve stolen. He looks back into the fire and sighs, âLook, Iâm not interested in hearing about your sob story or why youâre suddenly drinking all my liquor-â
âGambitâs liquor,â you interrupt, not bothering to look at him. âAnd Iâm not looking to dump my sob story on your lap. I just want to sit in silence and thatâs impossible because Wade hasnât stopped running his mouth since we got here.â
He looks a little surprised by the brusque way you dismiss him, âAlright,â he mutters. He takes another swig from the bottle and you both stare silently into the fire. Itâs like that for a while, you donât bother keeping track of time.Â
All you hear is the crackling of the flames. All you can feel is the way your eyes burn from staring into the fire and watching sparks pop off the logs for too long. The breeze rustles the trees, makes the leaves shake free and dance around the logs of the fire.Â
He breaks the silence first, to your chagrin. âAbout what I said,â he clears his throat uncomfortably, still refusing to look at you, âback in the car.â
âDonât,â you snap, voice low. âJust,â you let out a long breath and shake your head. You finally look over and meet his eyes. He does actually look sorry, but you donât want to hear it. âJust donât, I deserved it all right.â
âNo, no you didnât.â You open your mouth to argue but he gives you a firm look that has your jaw snapping shut. âI was wrong, I donât know you. And if my Flux had ever heard me talking to you like that she would have melted my fucking spine.â He laughs a little and you feel your lips twitch up slightly. Itâs the first time youâve seen him look anything but angry.Â
Curiosity loosens your tongue and knocks you out of the dazed stupor youâve been in. âWhat was she like?â You ask, tone earnest. âYour Flux, I mean, you make her sound so amazing. I just canât,â you trail off, but the look on his face tells you he understands your unspoken words. I just canât see myself as a real hero.Â
He groans and leans back on the log heâs resting on. He stretches his legs out in front of him, the liquor bottle placed on the forest floor. Youâre surprised, you figured the thing was glued to his hand.Â
âWell,â he reaches up and scratches at the scruff of his chin, a wry grin on his face. âShe was always giving me shit, never let me get away with anything.â You unconsciously lean forward, drawn into the endearing way he begins to describe this other version of you.Â
Itâs not ridiculous to assume this variant meant something to him. Heâs got a shine to his eye that you havenât seen in the whole time youâve been together. His gaze has been empty, closed off to anything and everything. But now, his eyes are crinkling at the corners, thereâs an easy smile on his face that you canât miss.Â
âAh, she was fucking feisty. And strong, she was so strong. She was always a better hero than I was. She lived for that shit,â he trails off and shakes his head. You can see youâre losing him and you donât want this to end. Youâre in your own little bubble right now, getting to pretend thereâs a version of you out there somewhere that actually lived up to her potential.Â
âHer powers,â you blurt out, desperate for something to stop him from retreating back into his mind. âDid she have, um, good control over them?â
Logan nods, eyes darting down to the bottle of whiskey before flickering back up to meet your gaze again. âYeah, Charles trained her, she was right up there with Jean. She could have,â he stops and suddenly you feel guilty for making him talk about this. You can see the tears in the corner of his eyes, the way the whites of them go red. âShe could have been great.â
âIâm sorry,â you whisper, âI didnât mean to pry.â But you did. You were being selfish and forcing him to talk about it even though you knew it would hurt him.Â
âLook, kid, she would have liked you. Iâll tell you that much,â he says reluctantly. Like the words hurt to force out. You suppose he isnât used to being genuine with anyone.Â
You shake your head and look down at your hands. âI appreciate the thought, but I doubt it.â
Logan grabs the bottle again, gulping it down like it's water. His words have a slight slur to them as he speaks again. âI think I would know, bub. âSides, you made it into the X-Men, tells me what I need to know.â
You scoff and fix him with a sardonic look, he raises his brows in question and you roll your eyes. âTheyâll take fucking anybody. And I still wasnât good enough for them.â
Logan shakes his head and frowns. âIf what I saw in there,â he points back to the den and you feel your cheeks warm as you remember what youâd done, âis any indication, then Iâm sure you were plenty good.â
You lean towards him, elbows braced on your knees. He follows suit, leaning so close you almost want to back up. The proximity flusters you slightly but you shake the feeling off. âYou donât even know me and the first real thing you said to me was that Iâd be more useful as fertilizer.â
He sighs, face screwing up at your harsh words. He runs a hand over his cheeks and groans, âI didnât mean it like that.â
You lean back in your chair and idly twirl your hand through the air. The leaves around you lift up and flutter through the air above your head. Logan watches and you turn back to him, waiting until his eyes meet yours to speak again. âYes, you did. And you were right. Iâm fucking useless, powers or not.â The leaves drop, a few fluttering into the fire. âWeâre irrelevant, Wolverine, two washed-up X-Men who never looked good in the uniform.â
Thereâs a twinge of hurt on his face but you canât make yourself feel bad about it. Since heâs such a fan of brutal truth, youâre sure he can handle it.Â
You watch as the leaves curl up at the corners, the fire burning them straight through the middle. You get to your feet and move past him. Youâre nearly back to the den when he calls, âThe suit looks right on you,â over his shoulder.
You pause at the threshold of the door. Heâs already drinking again, staring into the fire and watching it burn. You take a few steps towards him, staring at his broad back. âWhat happened to her, your me?â
Logan looks down at his hands, his ring finger specifically. You wonder at the significance of the movement, what exactly youâd meant to him. âShe married me,â he mutters, voice cold and closed off again.Â
âGoodnight, Logan,â you whisper, finally walking inside the den.Â
You miss the small goodnight he sends back to you, finally turning around only to watch you leave.Â
There had been a very clear plan set in place. Get Juggernautâs helmet, put it on Cassandra, and then kill that psychotic bitch. Which is why youâre so confused when youâre standing knee-deep in guts and watching Logan and Wade leap through a portal above you.Â
You donât have time to feel angry or even hurt that they left without you. Laura is grabbing your arm and youâre both running for your life, trying to escape Alioth again. You run into Cassandraâs lair ducking into one of the rooms and dragging Laura with you.Â
Youâre both holding your breaths and praying that heâs sated by the others still outside. After a few minutes, the cracks of thunder stop and you risk peeking your head outside. The clouds have retreated back to their usual spot in the middle of the void.Â
You take in the carnage of Cassandraâs evil lair. Most everybody is dead. You only have to skirt around a few people to get back to the Odyssey.Â
You throw yourself in the driverâs seat and sink back against the bloodstained cushions. You let out a relieved breath and look at Laura, âWhat do you do to entertain yourself around here?â
You acclimated to the idea of being stuck in the void pretty quickly. There wasnât exactly a lot waiting for you back home. Besides, Laura was nice enough. You had food, beer, and company. You didnât really need much else.Â
Youâre pretty sure if you linger too long on the thought that Wade left you behind youâll fall into a depression that youâre never going to be able to claw your way out of. So, you forced a smile on your face and played cards. Nothing else to do but wait to die of old age or for Alioth to kill you.Â
Of course, your plans had to be ruined. There was an odd rush of air against your back and then a slight whoosh. Laura glanced over your shoulders and her brows furrowed, you turned around to find three armored men waiting behind you.Â
âFlux,â the man glanced from you to Laura, âX-23?â
âLaura,â you both correct at the same time.Â
The man gives an aggrieved sigh and holds his arm out, âCome with me, please.â
You stand up, energy tingling in the palms of your hands while you regard them suspiciously. Laura comes up behind you, claws out and glaring at them. âWhy should we?â You demand.Â
Barely a second later you hear the most insufferable voice in the world. âHiya, peanut!âÂ
âWade,â you hiss. You follow the armored men through an oddly shaped portal and find Wade standing beside a shirtless Logan, smiling proudly at you. âYou fucking left me,â you hold up your hands and his eyes widen.Â
His hands quickly come up, trying to assuage you, âHold on now-â
You throw him back, his body hurtling into a nearby building and caving in the wall. Logan watches it happen with a small smile, âBeen wanting to do that for a while.âÂ
Once Wade had recovered he filled you in on everything that happened. TVA did a general clean up and then you were standing in front of your apartment door, keys in hand like nothing had happened.Â
It was so bizarre, going from a mission to save your timeline and then youâre expected to just go about your life. You stay standing in that hallway for you donât know how long before you hear someone behind you.Â
You jump and drop your keys when Logan clears his throat. âShit,â you hiss, whirling around and glaring at him while your heart races. He chuckles and bends over to grab your keys for you.Â
âSorry,â he mutters. This is the most relaxed youâve ever seen him, covered in blood and in a borrowed shirt. âUh, Wade doesnât have enough room at his place. Told me I should come over here.â
You look over his shoulder and see Wade peeking his head out of his doorway. He catches your eye, sending you a thumbs up. You almost smile but then he makes a phallic gesture with his hands, pointing at Logan and humping the air. You glare at him and he quickly backs into his apartment, but not before sending you one last encouraging shit-eating grin.Â
You look back at Logan and heâs waiting expectantly for your answer. âYeah,â you take your keys from him and unlock the door. âIâve got a spare room but thereâs no bed in it right now.â Your eyes widen when you see the mess that is your apartment.Â
You quickly rush through, picking up empty take-out boxes and dirty laundry and shoving them into your room. Heâs smiling at you when you come back and it's slightly off-putting. âUm,â you gesture towards the couch awkwardly. âYou can take the sofa tonight and weâll look at setting you up with something more permanent tomorrow.â
âThanks,â he hovers by the armrest and you engage in the longest stare-off of your life. Neither of you says anything for a few suffocating moments before he gestures at himself. âShower?â
âOh,â you snap out of your stupor and nod your head. âYeah, right, of course.â You show him down the hall, âHere. Iâll go get you a towel.â
You rush towards your linen closet, leaving him behind in your bathroom. You grab a few clean towels and then figure he might want some clothes as well. You grab some pajamas that Wadeâs left over when heâs crashed before. Theyâll probably be a bit tighter on Logan, but you wouldnât mind seeing that.Â
You walk back to the bathroom and the thought of knocking doesnât even run through your head. It should, honestly, but youâre already so thrown off by him even being here. You walk in and immediately gasp and drop the towels.Â
âOh, I'm sorry. Iâm so sorry.â Heâs standing naked before you. Clothes discarded on the floor behind him. Everything on perfect display. Your eyes land on his abs, noticing a few prominent veins leading down-
You cover your face and turn around. âSorry,â you mutter again. God, youâre such an idiot. You still havenât even left. Youâd just been shamelessly ogling the man naked and you donât even have the decency to walk out.Â
You really canât help it though. Itâs been such a clusterfuck, the last 72 hours. Your brain is fried and Wadeâs little show hasnât helped you at all. Â
You hear Logan laugh behind you. âItâs alright,â he mutters. Something warm ghosts across your arm and you jump slightly. His hand firmly grasps your bicep, gently tugging your palms away from your face.Â
You risk a glance over your shoulder and nearly gasp at how close heâs gotten. He's towering over you, something in his face you canât place. âItâs alright,â he whispers again and you find yourself nodding without really thinking.Â
Heâs got both hands on your arms now, trailing up and down. The touch is so featherlight you can barely feel it at all. You donât even realize how heâs gently coaxing you closer until you trip on the towels at your feet.Â
You startle, looking down at them and moving to kick them aside. But he stops you, his finger nudging your chip up so youâll look at him again. There is such blatant want painted across his face that it makes your heart skip a beat. Your breath catches in your throat when he wraps an arm around your waist and drags you closer.Â
You can feel all of him. You can feel just how much he wants you. It catches you off guard, this sudden display of attraction. You donât know where itâs coming from, whatâs brought it on. But you canât find it in yourself to care. Youâve been so lonely for so long. You just want to bask in the fact that he looks absolutely starved for you.Â
No man has ever looked at you with such heartbreakingly yearning eyes - like heâs been looking for you his whole life. He dips down, lips ghosting gently over yours. Your breaths mingle together, you can nearly taste him.Â
Itâs unclear which one of you moves first, who pushes closer to the other. But it doesnât matter because the second you put real pressure behind the kiss heâs all over you. One of his hands drifts down to your ass, squeezing the flesh there and dragging you closer, grinding his hips into yours.Â
You moan at the feeling, your arms wrap around his neck and you press yourself even closer. He groans against your lips at the first swipe of your tongue. You part with a gasp when he picks you up, practically tossing you onto your sink. Your legs spread instinctually, making room for him as he slots himself between them.Â
Itâs odd, feeling so vulnerable even when heâs the one who's completely naked. It still feels like heâs holding all the power.Â
His lips are moving frantically over yours like heâs terrified youâre going to disappear the second he lets go. You can taste something desperate on his tongue. Something deeply rooted inside him that you canât identify.Â
One of your hands drifts from his neck, trailing over the muscles of his chest. Your fingers carve a path down his abs, relishing in how muscular he feels under your palm. Your hand reaches his pelvis, nearly wrapped around him when he jumps back.Â
He grabs your wrist in a grip so tight you know thereâs going to be a bruise. A pained gasp slips out and he releases you immediately. âIâm sorry,â he mutters. âSorry, I canât.â He wonât look at you now, backing up towards the shower and shaking his head. âThis was a bad idea, I canât do this.â
You shake your head, slipping off the sink and hiding your bruised wrist behind your back. âNo, sorry, I shouldnât have moved so fast.â
You feel too ashamed to meet his eye. He kissed you but you feel like youâve forced yourself on him somehow. Itâs a nauseating feeling and you want nothing more than to run back to your room and hide.Â
He takes a step towards you, something pained on his face. âKid-â
You just shake your head, step out of the bathroom, and grab the handle of the door. âSorry,â you whisper again, closing the door behind you. You lean against the cool wood, trying to catch your breath.Â
Your hand drifts up to your lips, still tingling from how desperately heâd kissed you. It doesnât make any sense. He came on to you, he threw you up on the sink, and made out with you more passionately than any man ever has before. So why are you the one who feels dirty?
You rush down the hall and into your room, slamming the door behind you. You dive under your covers, closing your eyes even though you know you wonât sleep. No, your shoulders are tensed up to your ears and your bones are vibrating with an energy you need to release.Â
Youâre completely tuned into the other person lurking in your apartment. You can hear as he starts the shower, how he talks quietly to himself sometimes. Then when he gets out you can perfectly picture what he looks like while heâs getting dressed and it only makes you feel worse.Â
You listen as he leaves the bathroom and pauses in the hall. You can see it in your mindâs eye, how he stares at your door. He walks towards it and lingers for a minute before cussing quietly and heading back into the living room.Â
You suddenly remember that you didnât lay sheets out on the couch for him. You feel guilty, but thereâs not one part of you that will be dragged from this bed and face him. Not now, at least.Â
Heâs up for a little while longer, getting water. Turning the TV on and off. Rooting through your cabinets looking for booze you know you donât have. Finally, he settles on the couch. Youâre awake for another hour, unable to relax until youâre completely sure heâs asleep. Even as you drift off and your body finally relaxes your mind doesnât. You keep seeing that stricken look on his face and it makes you sick to your stomach.Â
Itâs the smell of pancakes that wakes you up. Youâre not sure when you finally managed to pass out last night but you know it was late. Which is why youâre so pissed off that youâre being forced to get up at seven in the morning.Â
Youâre used to being able to sleep in a lot later than that. Youâre already in a pissy mood from last night and it only gets worse as you trudge around your room getting ready. Youâve never been more thankful to have snagged one of the rare two-bathroom apartments in the building.
You donât want to have to share a bathroom with Logan. You donât even want to use the other one after what happened last night. Itâs too embarrassing and painful to think about. The emotional whiplash of feeling so desired and then absolutely hideous is making your head spin.Â
Youâre sure it was all just a problem on his end, but it really doesnât make you feel any better. When you canât stall any longer, and you know that Logan has heard you get up, you slip quietly out of your room.Â
The curtains in your living room are open and heâs in the kitchen fucking around with your stove. The news is playing quietly on the TV and youâre astounded about how little heâs done and how much more homely your apartment feels.Â
Itâs never really been home to you. Not after you were booted from the X-Men. But heâs somehow made it ten times cozier than it ever has been. You almost resent him a little for it.Â
âMorning,â he grumbles from the kitchen. âCoffee,â he motions behind him and you see a steaming cup already waiting for you. You silently slip behind him, grabbing the creamer from the fridge and pouring it until youâre sure itâs sweet enough to not actually taste the coffee.Â
âThanks,â you mutter, moving to sit at the table. You keep your eyes trained on the TV, pretending to pay attention to the news so you donât have to look at him. He bores his eyes into the side of your head until you feel like youâre going to have holes in your temple.Â
When you canât take it anymore you finally look over at him. He doesnât smile, his face barely even twitches, he just looks back to his pan and continues scrambling some eggs. âDidnât know you cooked,â you offer up weakly, already growing anxious from the silence.Â
It feels wrong, to be walking on eggshells in your own apartment. He grunts and shrugs, âNot really cooking. You had the mix in your pantry,â he tells you brusquely. His tone borders on rude and you scoff.Â
The audacity of this man to have an attitude with you in your apartment. He was the one who threw a hissy fit last night. You roll your eyes and go back to the news, all it tells you is that the world is just as depressing as the inside of your apartment is right now.Â
You notice out of the corner of your eye the way his shoulders slump forward. He leans against the oven, seeming not to care if he burns himself. You suppose it doesnât matter, heâd just heal. âSorry,â he mutters. It sounds like it pains him to say the words.Â
âWhatever,â you mumble under your breath. You take a long sip of your coffee, slurping a little so you have something to fill the atmosphere.Â
He puts some food on a plate and brings it over to the table for you. You usually donât eat breakfast, preferring to just skip the meal and eat a bigger lunch. But it feels too bitchy to say that to him, so you just accept the food with a strained smile. âThanks.â
He sits across from you, glaring down at your table like it insulted him. You drag your fork against the plate, letting the scrape of metal against porcelain drown out your worries. Finally, he looks at you. âLook, about last night.â
You tense up. You want to interrupt him, to stop him from explaining. You know itâs just going to hurt your feelings, whatever he says. Whether he tells you it was a mistake or he just realized heâs not attracted to you, either way, youâre fucked. But, itâs also kept you up all night so you just shut your mouth and let him speak.Â
You keep your gaze trained on your plate, unable to fully face him. He lets out a long sigh and clenches his fork so tight you hear the metal bend. He drops it to the table and clenches and unclenches his fists a few times.Â
âI just couldnât kiss you, not when I wasnât doing it for the right reasons.â
Your brows furrow in confusion and you finally look up at him. âWhat?â You demand, disbelief coloring your voice.Â
His eyes are boring into yours, an intensity behind the stare that leaves you feeling a little shaken. âYou look like her,â he whispers, and the grief is so thick in his voice it makes your throat tighten. He pauses briefly before continuing. âThere are,â he clears his throat like heâs trying not to cry. It makes you lean back in your chair, arms crossed over your stomach uncomfortably.Â
âThere are a few differences, obviously. Youâre not a carbon copy. But your mannerisms, your attitudes, youâre so similar. And I,â he shakes his head and gives you one of the most genuinely apologetic looks youâve ever received. You can tell he really does feel guilty for projecting on you but it doesnât make you feel any less uncomfortable. âAnd I just wasnât doing that for the right reasons. I was pretending you were her and thatâs just not fair to you.â
You lean your elbows on the table, head falling into your hands. You let out a rough sigh and groan in irritation. You knew the reason would hurt but you didnât think it would be this bad. You feel gross, icky under your skin knowing that he was pretending you were another version of yourself. The version of yourself youâve always wanted to be; the hero.Â
But you also feel such a deep sadness and sympathy for him. Heâd briefly mentioned that he was married to this other you. You canât even begin to imagine what it would feel like, to see your dead wifeâs face staring at you and she doesnât even know you.Â
âI,â you donât even know where to begin. You struggle to say anything for a minute and you both just stew in the tense silence. You take in a deep breath and look up at him. You do what you always do, forcing a smile and shrugging it off. âI appreciate the honesty, really.â You stand up, bringing your still-full plate into the kitchen and busying yourself with cleaning up.Â
âClearly,â you snap, your voice crueler than it should be, âIt was a mistake. Weâll just have to make sure it doesnât happen again, right?â
Logan sits silently at the table. He looks like thereâs more he wants to say but you donât give him the chance. You canât take it. You finally thought someone had wanted you for you, flaws and all. Youâre a fucking idiot, he barely even knows you. Whatever connection you thought was there was just brought about by your own loneliness.Â
âI gotta get ready for work,â you tell his back because he isnât looking at you now.Â
He nods, scraping his fork across the plate as he aggressively cuts into his food. âRight.â You wait for him to say anything else but he doesnât.Â
You walk past him and head back to your room. You donât even have a job, you donât have to work. But you still grab your purse and head out of the apartment. Pretending you do just so you donât have to look at him anymore.Â
You really should have let him finish, though. You should have let him keep talking to you. Let him explain how as much as he sees her in you, thatâs not why he wants you. He wants you for you. Because as similar as you can be, youâre still a completely different person from who his late wife was. Youâre someone strong and incredible and he genuinely wants you. But he can never really let himself be happy.Â
It takes a few days for you both to ease up around the other. The incident in the bathroom is never brought up again. You take him shopping for clothes after a few days. It feels wrong to keep giving him Wadeâs hand-me-downs. You would have had your friend take him, but you donât trust Wadeâs sense of fashion at all.Â
After that and getting lunch together while you were out shopping things got a little easier. You bought him a bed for the spare room because you felt guilty seeing him all cramped up on your tiny couch.Â
You donât initiate any physical contact with each other. The closest youâd gotten was your hands brushing when you both reached for some popcorn at the same time on movie night. But you hadnât really minded that bad.Â
Eventually, he starts to feel like a real roommate and a friend. He lets little pieces of himself slip out. Slowly opens up about his past. You havenât made any existential discoveries of course. But he tells you stories of what his X-Men were like.Â
You try not to dance around the topic of his wife, you donât want him to think youâre avoiding asking about her. But you also donât want him to think youâre obsessed with discussing her.Â
Heâs right, you two werenât carbon copies of each other at all. You might share a few things in common but the more both you and Logan learn about each other, the more clear it is how different you both are from your variants.Â
Sometimes you think he looks at you like heâs really seeing you, not her. But you can never be sure and you donât want to put much strength behind the thought in case youâre wrong. You hate the idea that when youâre thinking of nothing but him, heâs just seeing her reflection on your face.Â
Thereâs nothing you can do about it but it doesnât stop the hurt.Â
Tonight, at Wadeâs suggestion, youâre both up on the roof waiting for a meteor shower that youâre ninety percent sure is never going to happen. Youâre also one hundred percent sure that Wade just tricked you out of your apartment so he could have sex in it. He and Vanessa donât really get a lot of time alone with Blind Al around. Youâre already mentally preparing for the absolute fuck storm youâre going to have to clean up after. Â
Thereâs a light nudge on your shoulder and you glance over at Logan. Heâs got the whiskey bottle outstretched towards you and you take it from him with a smile. One thing about being his roommate, your alcohol tolerance has skyrocketed. His liver might regenerate, but youâre pretty sure if you keep going down this route yours will give out in a few months.Â
âThink this is actually going to happen?â You ask, pointing up toward the clear night sky.Â
Logan chuckles and shakes his head. He stretches out in your flimsy lawn chair and you try not to let your gaze be drawn to the sliver of skin peeking out from his shirt. âProbably not, but I donât mind being out here.â
Thereâs an unspoken, with you, that makes you smile. You meet his gaze, his eyes soft as he watches you. âMe either.â You lean back in your chair, pulling your legs up onto the seat and huddling under your blanket. âItâs peaceful.â
You drink together in silence for a little while longer. Then you have to tap out, you donât want your brain getting too foggy. Tonight is nice, you want to remember it tomorrow. To your surprise, he caps the bottle and places it to the side. You donât mention it but you do feel like youâve noticed heâs been drinking a little less. The dark circles under his eyes seem to be easing away ever so slightly.Â
He looks over at you with an odd light in his eyes. You shift uncomfortably under his stare when it lasts a little longer than it usually does. You chuckle awkwardly, âDo I have something on my face?â
Thereâs a soft uptick to his lips as he shakes his head. âNo,â he mutters, looking back out at the night. âYou mind if I ask you something?â
Ominous, but whatever. âSure.â
He still doesnât look at you and you worry slightly about whatever it is heâs going to ask. He doesnât ease you into it all, âWade said your brain was broken?â A laugh springs out of your throat from how brusque that was. He rolls his eyes. âFuckinâ idiot mentioned it in the void, been wonderinâ about it.â
âItâs fine,â you tell him. Youâre relaxed enough that you donât mind answering. You donât want to pop the soft bubble youâve managed to create around each other. âHere,â you hold your hand out for the whiskey bottle. He gives you an apprehensive look before handing it over.Â
You unscrew the cap, âThis,â you say and point your hand at the glass. The liquid inside lifts into the air and you freeze it before dropping it back into the bottle with a splash, a simple little party trick. âThis used to be enough to put me in a coma for two days. Thatâs what he meant. Something happened to me and I just couldnât do it anymore.â
Loganâs eyes widen and he shakes his head in disbelief. You laugh a little, âI assume your wife never had problems like that?â
Thereâs always a fond smile when you mention his wife. Whether the memory is bittersweet or not. âShe wasnât perfect, much as I thought so. When she used her powers too much she,â he trails off and looks down at the floor. You frown, ducking your head down so you can catch his gaze.Â
âYou donât have to talk if you donât want to,â you promise quietly.
But he shakes his head and gives you a weak, tight-lipped smile. âNo, I want to. And I donât want you to think youâre the only Flux who struggled. When she used her powers too much she would deteriorate. Parts of her would just disappear, I donât even know how to describe it. They were destroying her from the inside out.â
You let out a low whistle, eyes widening slightly. âWell, maybe I didn't get the short end of the stick after all.â Itâs quiet and for a moment you worry your humor was ill-timed.Â
But he lets out a rough laugh, âNo, I guess not.â He takes in a deep breath before looking back up at you. Thereâs no distant sadness in his eyes like there usually is when you bring her up. It seems to only be a familiar ache now, rather than something fresh and bleeding. âBut what happened to you? Why couldnât you use your powers?â
âOh,â you look down at your lap, picking at the strings of your pants. It would be unfair to have him talk about his wife and then wimp out when it was your turn.Â
âUm, There was this mission. A bunch of kids, mutants, were being held in this warehouse. It was actually pretty normal, just go in, retrieve them, and bring them back to safety. I must have done a dozen of these before, but, I donât know. Something was this different this time around.â
You can still hear them screaming. In your mind, you hear the way they cried for help. And you see the look on your faces when they realize you canât save them every time you go to sleep.Â
You suck in a sharp breath and almost jump when his hand lands on yours. Itâs gentle, heâs barely even touching you and heâs not even acknowledging what heâs doing. But you take his hand in yours and squeeze, itâs nice, grounding.Â
âLong story short, they were heavily guarded and I was pretty drained from fighting off the guards. My powers were practically gone by the time we could even get to the kids. And, I donât know, something must have gotten knocked over or hit the wrong way because smoke was filling the place and everything was on fire. I couldnât see anything, couldnât breathe, and the kids were blocked off. There was nothing we could do to get to them. Everyone kept screaming at me, telling me to just use my abilities and get them out of there. I couldnât,â your voice gets thick and you look anywhere but at him. âI,â your mouth hangs open and you donât know what you could possibly say.Â
Thereâs no excuse for what happened. âI just couldnât,â you whisper. You sniffle and your eyes flutter rapidly, trying to stop any tears from coming. âHadnât been able to use my powers since then. Trauma block or something, I guess,â you dismiss yourself flippantly and shrug.Â
Logan just squeezes your hand again. He doesnât seem to know what to say to comfort you and youâre honestly grateful for the silence. You get so sick of people telling you there was nothing you could have done. Or that the others should have helped you. Because thatâs not a fucking excuse. Thereâs no fixing what happened, no giving those parents their children back. You fucked up and you donât appreciate people giving you cop-outs.Â
You keep your gaze trained steadily on the ground, eyes going blurry while you try to slip into the back of your mind. You donât get the chance, though. Logan is kneeling in front of you, hands slipping up your arms to cup your face.Â
He forces you to look at him, to stay present in the moment with him. âYou fucked up,â he tells you. It's so shocking that you canât help but let out a loud wet laugh. You sniffle and he grins, wiping the tears out from under your eyes. His grip on your cheeks tightens and he makes sure youâre listening as he speaks, âYou fucked up, kid. But that doesnât mean you didnât try your fucking hardest. And it doesnât erase all the people you did help.â
Your eyes search him, trying to find any kernel of untruth. Trying to prove to yourself that this isnât real. That he isnât real. You donât deserve this moment of such unwavering trust and faith. This is meant for someone else, for someone who deserves good things in life.Â
Youâve never truly believed you deserved happiness or peace like this. But right now you donât care because he is saying everything youâve ever wanted to hear. And he actually means it.Â
Your hand drifts up, covering his and tilting your head to press a gentle kiss to his palm. Itâs tentative, a test, a way to give him an out if doesnât want this. His grip on you tightens for half a second before he shoots forward and claims your lips with his own.Â
It escalates quickly. You practically melt off your chair, straddling his lap while he leans back on the ground. Your hands tug at his hair while he moves desperately over your body. He canât seem to decide what he wants to do, where he wants to touch you.Â
You love how fully his hands engulf you, the tight way they cradle you to his chest. Youâve never felt more secure in someoneâs arms than you do right now. Heâs got you, and he wants you. For you this time, you can tell. You can tell from the way he holds you that this isnât a desperation born from grief. Itâs something else, something youâre not ready to identify yet.Â
His tongue laves across the seam of your lips, silently asking permission. You smile against the kiss, parting your lips and deepening it. He licks into you, tasting you with a low grunt in the back of his throat. You feel your hips start to move of their own volition. Gently grinding down against his lap. You moan when you feel just how bad he wants you.Â
You lean back, parting from the kiss and pressing a finger to his chest to keep from following. You chuckle at his eagerness, grinding your hips down again and watching the way he thrusts up to meet your movement. âDidnât know I was such a good kisser,â you tease.Â
But he doesnât return the joke or play along. His face falls slightly and he pulls further away from you, the look on his face distant. âWhat?â You whisper. âDo I have bad breath?â You joke, trying to keep the mood light.Â
He shakes his head and runs a tired hand over his face. âNo,â he mutters. He repeats the word more firmly and finally meets your gaze. âI think I need to take this slow, just because ofâŠâ
He trails off but you know what he means. His wife. You donât know if heâs still projecting her onto you, you felt so sure he wasnât earlier. But if every time you kiss heâs gonna pull back youâre not sure that you can do this. âOf course,â you mutter with a bite to your voice. Itâs hard not to feel a little rejected every time he acts like this.Â
You move to get off his lap but his hands clamp down on your hips and he shakes his head again. âYou donât have to get up.â
You hesitate, thighs still hovering over his. You should get up and put as much space between you as possible. But heâs so warm and you want to be held for a little while more. You nod and he looks relieved. You lean back down, pressing your chest against his and letting your head rest in the crook of his neck.Â
He wraps a heavy arm around your back, keeping you close while the other reaches up to stroke your hair. It makes you feel small, in a good way. Like you can just relax and heâll take care of you.Â
âGoddamn,â he laughs a little and you sit up. He nods to the sky above and you turn around, gasping.Â
âFuck,â you whisper, âhe wasnât lying.â For once, Wade was telling the truth. Above you, it looks like the sky is falling. Glittering stars dart across the sky, streaks of blue following behind them. You grin, âItâs so beautiful.â
Logan keeps his eyes on you and nods, âYeah, it is.â
âAh, look, my favorite fuck buddies.â
âWade,â you greet tightly. You shove the bottle of wine you brought into his chest and he stumbles back. âJust let us in, you freak.â
He frowns, placing a hand over his heart. âYou know, it really hurts when you talk like that. I think we all need to hold hands and have a good old-fashioned jerk circle.â
You roll your eyes and flick his thick forehead. âItâs share circle, dumbass.â
âNot the way I do it,â he moves to the side and lets you both in. âWell, mi casa es su casa, especially since Vanessa and I had rockinâ sex in your bed last week.â
He walks off before you can hit him or even begin to respond to that. âI fucking knew it,â you hiss, glaring at his stupid Hawaiian shirt while he mingles with the rest of the people at the party.Â
Logan chuckles behind you, âHow did you two ever become friends?â
You roll your eyes and turn to face him. âI moved in next door,â you respond dryly. âThis was a nonconsensual friendship because god hates me, clearly.â You shrug your jacket off and he takes it from you, hanging it up on the hook by the door. He comes back, slinging an arm around your shoulder, and leading you towards the kitchen.Â
You hear Wade laughing loudly in the background and he grunts, âIâm gonna need a drink for this,â he mutters. You nod your head in agreement. You donât get very far, though, because without any warning Wade is in front of you. Heâs got his ridiculous dog in his arms and shoves her in your face. You grimace and jump back. Logan abandons you and you narrow your eyes at his retreating back. Traitor
Wade says your name with disappointment. âYou know, Mary Puppins is a part of my life now. As my best friend, you need to bond with her. I canât have you two fighting like this.â He shoves the dog into your arms without any warning and you flinch away from her wandering tongue.Â
âIf this thing licks me, Iâm putting her down,â you warn him gravely.Â
He gasps and snatches her back. âYou are no longer welcome in my home,â he tells you with a snotty huff. You roll your eyes and watch him go. When heâs out of sight your lips curl up in a grin and you glance at Logan.Â
Heâs by the sink, making himself a drink and taking a deep swig straight out of the bottle. You creep up behind him, wrapping your arms around his waist. He smiles, hand coming down to gently hold your arm. âWhatâre you doing?â
âCome with me,â you whisper. You take his hand and lead him through the apartment. You both skirt around the partygoers, giving them vague greetings and waving them off when they give you odd looks.Â
Logan leans down, lips brushing across your ear as he whispers, âWhere are we going?â Your knees nearly give out when you hear that low tone of voice of his. You just shake your head and lead him down the hall. You can sniff out Wadeâs room from the permeating stench of his axe body spray.Â
You throw the door open and drag Logan inside behind you. His nose wrinkles up at the stiff socks littering the floor and the smell. Other than that, itâs relatively clean. You actually thought this would look so much worse.Â
âNow,â Logan demands, âare you gonna tell me what weâre doing?â
âWell,â you lock the door and turn around with a devious grin. âSeeing as Wade has ruined my favorite sheets, I feel like we need to get him back somehow.â You glance around the room, trying to figure out something of his you want to destroy.Â
You donât hear Logan moving towards you. Youâre too busy rooting through Wadeâs desk and trying to find something good to shred up. All youâre seeing is increasingly more disturbing porno mags. He has got a serious problem with pegging. You briefly wonder if you should set up an intervention or something for him.Â
You nearly yelp when Loganâs hands grip your shoulders, whipping you around to face him. âIâve got an idea of what we can do.â Thatâs your only warning before his lips cover your own. You melt into him immediately, hands fisting his shirt and dragging him closer. He grins against your lips, lifting you and placing you on the edge of Wadeâs desk.Â
âMm,â you moan but shove his chest back and shake your head. âWait,â you hop off the desk and take a seat on Wadeâs bed instead. âThereâs no point in this if weâre not on the bed.â
Logan shakes his head with an amused huff. He walks towards you but instead of taking a seat on the bed next to you like you'd expected, he kneels before you. Your brows furrow together and you frown. âWait, whatâre you doing?â
He gives you a gentle smile, hands coming up to rub gently over your thighs. The warmth of his palms soothes you almost immediately. âYou trust me?â He asks, voice a low rumble against your chest.Â
âYeah,â you whisper. He nods encouragingly and leans forward, kissing you gently. Thereâs nothing expectant in this kiss. Heâs doing it just to be close to you. Then you feel his hands drifting higher, fingers running over the buttons of your jeans. Your lips part, ready to ask him a question. But he just takes the chance to dip his tongue into your mouth, eagerly tasting you. You moan into it, not protesting when he presses you back into the bed.Â
His fingers dip under the waistband of your jeans. You lift your hips to help him tug them the rest of the way down until theyâre dropping to the floor quietly. You have a million questions dancing on the tip of your tongue but you canât find it in yourself to actually voice any of them. You donât want to break the moment. This is the first time heâs seemed comfortable going further than kissing and some heavy petting.Â
âFuck,â he whispers. Your hips jolt as he runs a thumb over the wet spot on your panties. âAll this just from kissing?â He asks, a teasing lilt to his tone. You feel your face flush, cheeks warming when you realize heâs never actually seen just how much he affects you. âRelax,â he tells you, squeezing your thighs once before slipping a few lithe fingers under the band of your panties.Â
He tugs them down, but the second he sets eyes on you he gets too impatient to take them off the rest of the way. They dangle off one ankle while he lifts your thighs, setting them on his shoulder and dipping down to press a gentle kiss against you. You gasp at the contact, head tilting back while you instinctually grind your hips up against him.Â
Itâs been a long time since youâve actually been with anyone and you already know youâre going to cum embarrassingly quick because he fucking devours you. Youâve had boyfriends who liked to eat you out before, but this is something completely different.Â
He drags his tongue over you, sucking on your clit like itâs his only true joy in life. You canât even make noises, your jaw hanging slack while you cant your hips higher. He groans when you grind against his face, shaking his head and flicking his nose across your bud. You nearly come from the sight of him smiling against your cunt alone. You feel it building slowly, and itâs like your powers are swelling up along with your release.Â
Wadeâs knicknacks are floating off the shelves, some of them rotating in the air, others fluctuating between liquid and solid forms. You canât control yourself, youâre barely aware of the chaos happening in the room around you. You just feel a warmth at the tips of your toes, swelling over your body, making your skin feel too tight. Thereâs little to no warning when you cum. He dips his tongue inside you and you let out a long moan, drenching his face.Â
The sheets are soaking wet underneath you and you know youâve ruined his shirt. Youâve never come that hard before and you would reflect on that more if he wasnât still fucking eating you out. You think your brain is going to melt out of your ears, you're so overwhelmed by all the different sensations.
He dips his tongue into you, dragging out your orgasm and drinking as much of you down as he can. Your hips keep twitching, youâd be thrashing out of his hands if it wasnât for the near brushing grip he has on your hips. âFuck fuck fuck,â you reach down, grabbing his hair at the roots and tugging. He groans at the feeling, barely leaning an inch back. âNo more,â you whisper, chest heaving.Â
He smiles, palms smoothing across the skin of your thighs, âYou okay?âÂ
âMhm,â you hum weakly. Your head falls back against the bed with a dull thunk and you struggle to catch your breath. âHoly shit, where did you learn to do that?â He doesnât answer, just laughs. You jump slightly when he presses a tender kiss on your thigh, every part of you oversensitive.Â
He moves slowly up your body, hands dragging your shirt up until heâs pulling it over your head. He cups your cheeks, letting you recover while he kisses your cheeks and face. You laugh slightly at the feeling of his beard tickling you.Â
You pull back, meeting his gaze for a long drawn-out moment before you lean forward to finally kiss him back. You can feel yourself slowly coming back into your body. Your limbs tingle back to life while you lazily make out with him.Â
His hands drift down your chest, squeezing your breasts. You laugh against his lips, arching into his touch. You reach back, unclipping your bra and throwing it off somewhere in the room. In the far reaches of your mind, you make a mental note to take that when you go. You donât want to think about what Wade would do with it if he found it.Â
Logan pulls back from you and your lips tip down at the serious look he wears. Your fingers trace the lines of his face and you tilt your head in question. âWhatâs wrong?â You whisper. Youâre completely naked before him and heâs still clothed, you donât want him to leave now.Â
He canât keep doing this to you. He canât keep forcing you into these vulnerable positions and then leaving. Thereâs only so much rejection you can take before you start to resent him for it.Â
He tilts his head down, gaze dragging across your body appreciatively. Heâs looking at you like youâre art and it makes you feel like you should be in a museum somewhere. Finally, his hand drags down from your chest, wrapping around your waist and dragging you onto his lap.Â
You brace your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. He leans towards you, lips trailing lightly across your jaw. âYouâre not her,â he whispers against your skin. Your mouth parts, a pained breath slipping through. You try to move back from him. You hadnât expected something like that, not now, not when you thought youâd made so much progress together.Â
To have you naked, vulnerable like this, and then say something like that to you. It was fucking despicable. You shove his shoulders back but he barely moves. You shift, trying to cover yourself and fighting off the urge to cry. Why wonât he let you go? Why does he keep doing this to you?Â
He reaches out, snatching up your wrist before you can get far. âI donât want you to be. I never wanted you to be her, I need you to know that.â
He tries to kiss you but you snatch his jaw in your hand before he can. You let your nails dig in until thereâs red blooming under your fingertips. He hisses, but heâs not mad, you can feel how much he enjoys the little pinpricks of pain.Â
âNo more pulling away,â you warn. âIâm not playing this damn game with you anymore, Logan. You want me, then commit.â You release him with a shove and his pupils dilate with want. You appreciate the gentle way heâs been treating you, but you know youâre both holding back.Â
Heâs the first partner youâve been with that can actually take what you give and vice versa. Thereâs something only mutants understand sometimes. You normally have to hold back, have to make sure you donât scare a guy off by making the walls shake when you come.Â
You push him down onto the bed. Hands sliding under the hem of his shirt and running over the grooves of his muscles. You havenât had a chance to appreciate just how gorgeous his body is before, but nothing is holding you back now.Â
You snap your fingers and the buttons rip open, he surges forward catching your lips with his while you both frantically push his shirt off. He throws it off to the side and his fingers fumble with his belt buckle while you trail kisses down his neck. You glance up at him for a second before biting down on a particularly sensitive spot.Â
He groans, head rolling back while you grin against his skin. You make your way back to his lips. âDonât hold back,â you tell him, trailing your hands down to his fists and running over the spots where the claws come out.Â
âSweetheart,â he starts tone apprehensive. You shake your head, shutting him up with a kiss.Â
âDonât. Hold. Back.â
Itâs like a switch flipping. Even the way he looks at you changes. Youâre not something to be cherished and adored. You feel like a deer pinned by a wolf. Heâs got you in his clutches now and thereâs a real possibility you might not survive this.Â
He stands up, dropping you on the bed and dragging your hips off the edge. He doesnât kick his jeans off, just lowers them enough for his cock to hang out. Youâll address the fact that he wasnât wearing boxers later, youâre too worried about whatâs hanging between his legs right now.Â
Youâre no virgin, but goddamn, thereâs no way thatâs going to fit.Â
He laughs, the noise cruel and it makes shivers crawl down your spine. âWeâll make it work, kid.â He spreads your legs and you tilt your hips up, making it easier for him to just sip inside.Â
Thereâs a slight stretch, but youâre already soaked for him. Youâve been waiting for this to happen since you walked in on him naked in your bathroom. âOh, shit,â you toss your head back, taking in a deep breath while he pushes in. It feels like heâs rearranging your insides, molding you to fit him perfectly.Â
You can already feel yourself clenching down, just being so close to him is enough to make that tingle in the tips of your toes start. He leans down, placing your legs over his elbows and rutting into you like a wild animal. Thereâs nothing gentle or slow about this.Â
Youâre both so pent-up, tired from the weeks of dancing around each other. Your nails drag up his back, blood following your movement. Your powers are actively surging against him, pain only driving you further into each otherâs arms.Â
You can hear his breathy grunts and groans in your ears and itâs music to you. Neither of you cares about the party going on just outside the door. Youâre loud, skin slapping against skin while you loudly call out his name.Â
God, you hope they hear you. Hope they realize just how thoroughly youâre wrecked for each other. You can feel yourself getting closer, hips stuttering against his while you struggle to match his pace. âCome on,â he mutters in your ear. He releases one of your legs to reach down and rub your clit.Â
âFuck,â you groan, reaching up and tugging at his hair while your back bows. It only takes a few more tight circles of his thumb before youâre spasming around him. Heâs quick to follow behind you.Â
He pins your hips to the bed, dropping your legs while he thrusts faster. He loses his rhythm, the muscles of his abdomen flexing as he cums inside you. Itâs like a mini death, you feel like youâve lost time when you finally manage to come back to yourself.Â
And when you roll your head to the side you realize just how much damage youâve done to Wadeâs bed. âShit,â You glance up at the sound of his voice and notice little droplets of blood on your hips. Loganâs claws are out, stuck in the fluff of the bed.Â
You force the words out, tongue heavy in your mouth. âDo that often?â
âNot really,â he mutters. The claws retreat and he rubs his fingers over the blood. Itâs not bad, youâve honestly done worse to yourself. Itâs like a big paper cut. When the rough pad of his fingers presses against the cut you hiss at the sting, nearly enjoying it.Â
âMust be special,â you tell him with a cheeky grin. He shakes his head with a laugh and takes his time pulling out. You hate the loss of him inside you but it's a slight relief. He's larger than any partner youâve ever had and itâs almost overwhelming to be so full.Â
âCome on, let's get you dressed.â He pats your thighs, glancing around for your clothes.Â
âUh, Logan,â he looks up and you glance at his still very hard cock. âI thought you came?â
The smile he gives you is slightly terrifying. Because thereâs a promise in it. Heâs not getting you dressed for no reason. Heâs taking you back to your apartment so you can have more fun where there are less people and fewer reminders of Wade. âStamina's part of the deal, sweetheart.â
âOh,â you whisper, voice breathless in shock. You wipe the cum off your legs with Wadeâs sheets. You feel like youâve thoroughly gotten revenge on him for destroying your favorite bed set. Maybe, youâve gone a little farther than revenge, though.Â
You feel guilty, looking around the room and seeing everything you destroyed. Once youâre dressed, you wave your hand, putting most things back where they belong. But thereâs nothing you can do about the bed. The sheets are soaked with a mixture of yours and Loganâs releases and there are six holes dug deep in the bed from his claws.Â
When you step out of the room with Logan, struggling to press down your hair and get it back into place, Blind Al is waiting by the door. Sheâs doing a line off the back of her hand when you pass by. You think youâve almost made it scott-free when she yells, âMan, I wish I couldnât fucking hear,â at you.Â
You tense up, shoulders to your ears while you run to the door. Logan laughs, grabbing your coat for you and pressing a hand to your back while he leads you to the apartment. âWerenât feeling so embarrassed earlier,â he teases.Â
âShut up,â you grumble, dragging him into the apartment to finish what you couldnât on Wadeâs bed.Â
Youâve managed to keep any holes out of your bed, you just have to use your powers to keep his at bay. Itâs nice, not having to explain why everything around you is levitating to the person youâre having sex with. There were a lot of awkward conversations that came from that.Â
Youâre lying on Loganâs chest, fingers idly running over the veins in his biceps. âI want to be serious about this,â you tell him.Â
His hand pauses from where itâd been stroking your back. You sit up on your elbow so you can get a better look at him. âI mean it, I,â thereâs no way to say this without sounding like a complete bitch. You just have to rip the bandaid off.Â
You take in a deep breath, âI know that you still miss her,â you say, unwilling to say her name. Logan sits up, looking more serious now. âBut I donât want to be with you if you think that Iâm going to turn into her. Or if you think that Iâm the last connection you have to her. Iâm not her, Logan, and I'm never going to be her.â
You expect anger on his face or regret, maybe. But you donât expect him to laugh at you. You roll your eyes, lips pursed while you wait for him to finish. He notices the pissy expression on your face and quiets down, but you still see a smile fighting on his lips.Â
âI know youâre not her. You could not be more differentâ he tells you with a slight smirk, like thereâs an inside joke youâre missing out on. âI was married to her for a long time and I loved her. But we had our time together. Now, I just want my time with you. Youâre not her,â he leans forward, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. âThatâs why I want you.â
You feel your heart flutter in your chest and have to fight to keep a stupid grin off your face. âOkay,â you whisper. âGood, well as long as weâre on the same page,â you tell him, faux serious. He just rolls his eyes and pulls you back into his arms.Â
Youâre going to cuddle up beside him when you hear your phone going off like crazy on your nightstand. Your face pinches in confusion and you reach over to grab it.Â
Wade
Did you fuckers have sex???
In my bed!!!!
And you didnât invite me?!
âŠ.
Wade
Tell Logan I want his claws in me next
âFuckinâ dumbass,â you mutter, throwing your phone somewhere on the bed. Logan laughs again, drawing you closer.Â
a/n: i have a really weird tendency for masochism, idk what thatâs about. I just feel like if you were having sex with this man, heâs taking you like a wild animal. also feel like I might be a one-hit wonder. the smut just wasnât doing it for me this time guys nor was the angst, iâm disappointed in myself
I just don't think I did justice to his character in the movie, I might have made it too OOC/ if I did PLEASE let me know
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The Wedding Dress
Update The 2nd - I debated putting this in the original post but honestly its getting way too long so new post!
I have blocked the skirt! And she was big, measuring about 1.95 - 2m in diameter:
Yes, that is hanging on the wall in my halfway - that was the only place I could leave her safely away from my toddler for the 3 days it took to dry. I'm am still working out a way of blocking the bodice and hanging the entire thing back up to dry without the weight of the skirt dragging everything down while it's damp. Most likely i'll stuff the skirt into a laundry bag and suspend it underneath somehow. Previously the skirt hit me right under the knee but post-blocking it sits low to mid-calf length:
I have yet to finish the underdress, it's happening, I'm just really not keen on cutting pattern pieces recently.
(Edit: for clarity - this is knit, not crochet :) )
#wedding dress#knitblr#lace knitting#fibre arts#fuzz posts#off topic#the post that has taken over my notes for the past 2 months
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After the end - Post-apocalypse Omegaverse AU
Summary - The first shot is fired. While you come up with a plan to confuse and bait these four alphas, they come up with their own strategy.
Tags - Omegaverse (duh), alpha/beta/omega dynamics, non traditional dynamics, all of the 141 are alphas, you're an omega. Eventual smut, dub-con, knotting, mating press, polyamory, alphas love alphas. 141 x reader. Omega has a shotgun, I REPEAT, Omega has a shotgun. Mentions of violence.
Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2
You looked at the four men with wide eyes and they stared back at you with equally wide ones as well. Your finger moved to the trigger of the shotgun and the one with a scraggly mohawk stepped forward. You growled without even meaning to and he hesitated. "Come on Bonnie, drop tae shotgun," he tried to negotiate but you snarled at him.
"Get the fuck out of my woods," you replied, snarling so hard spit flies from your mouth. You pointed the shotgun at the four of them but mostly focused on the Scottish brute in front of you, "Or I'll kill you."
A nasty smile crossed his face, feral and unnatural. "Oh ye wouldnae. You're just a little omega," he cooed and you pulled the trigger. The kick is a little more than you expected and you're pushed flat on your back from the kick. You the blast heard echo through the woods and your ears are ringing. Behind the ringing you hear curses and you looked to see the Scottish alpha on the ground clutching his shoulder with a dark look in his eyes.
His three other alpha packmates gathered around him, fretting over his wound and so you took the chance to get onto your feet and get away. "She's gettin' away!" You heard another shout and then more curses. You assumed that one fell into the hole you had covered up. You hoped he enjoys the wooden spikes.
You huffed and puffed after a while, your breathing fogging the air around you. The winter chill had made your nose hurt and your fingers were stiff. You rubbed them together to try and gather some heat in them. You shakily reloaded the shotgun, putting the spent shotgun shell into your pocket.
You don't need anymore tracks leading them to you.
You can't help but wonder how they figured it out. How they knew someone was still lingering around this long forgotten small town. You racked your brain for the answer as you kept walking, snow crunching under your well worn boots.
You thought back to a few days ago, the last time you had been in for resupply. You had noticed one of your traps had been triggered. The false floor in a building had collapsed underneath the weight of someone. You checked it and found a very big, unnaturally big, beta. He was already dead, he was wearing a T-shirt as a mask of all things. It had taken a lot of effort to get him from the pit, you'd had to grab your old jeep, rarely used except for times like these when you needed to haul something big.
In this case, a tall T-shirt mask wearing beta.
You had cut yourself on a shard of glass picking him up and loading him into the back. You hadn't even thought about it when you wiped your hand on the wooden pole. "Fucking stupid," you whispered to yourself. Carelessness.
After all this time it was carelessness that had gotten you at last.
Then it gave you an idea. If they were able to track your scent using blood...
You grabbed your pocket knife and looked at it, the idea of the perfect trap starting in your mind.
"Fuckin' bitch," Soap hissed from between clenched teeth. The shotgun blast had barely grazed his shoulder but it still hurt like a massive bitch. "She actually shot tae damn thing."
Gaz scoffed as he wrapped his mild puncture wound, the wooden stakes at the bottom not sharpened enough to do any real damage. "That's what you get for provoking," he replied as he stood up.
"I was not provoking!" Soap said and Gaz rolled his eyes.
"Shut it you two," Price finally snapped as he pinched the bridge of his nose using his index and thumb. Gaz had been right, there was an omega running around in this forest still. The issue was now that not only did she know that they were here but that she had known before hand.
"How's Soaps shoulder?" Price asked Ghost, who had a stronger bond with Soap. It was natural. Price was more bonded with Gaz and he could feel his inner alpha snarling and pacing that he was hurt.
"It'll be fine. Luckily the shot mostly missed," Ghost replied gruffly. Price turned to his pack and looked over them.
"What do you think Ghost?"
"I think she has more 'f these traps laid out through the forest," he replied, his shoulders tensed at the idea of having to navigate an entirely booby trapped forest.
"Did you hear what she said?" Gaz asked and Price raised a brow.
"Yes Kyle, what of it?"
"She referred to this place as her woods."
"What of it?" Soap snapped and Gaz glared at his fellow sergeant.
"This is her territory," Gaz finally finished and everyone gave him a skeptical look.
"Omegas don't have territory," Soap responded, "they aren't built like that."
Gaz rolled his eyes. Out of everyone within the pack, Gaz might be the most versed on how omegas operated with Ghost not far behind him. "Even if this is her territory," Price said and even he sounded skeptical, "there's still an easy solution."
Ghost looked at his captain, his stomach churned at what he was about to say. He knew what he would say. They could scruff her.
"We just have to get close." Price said and Soap huffed out a laugh.
"Damn thing is fuckin' feral. We aren't gettin' through these woods without a few more scratches."
"So you're willin' to give up a ripe omega?" Gaz challenged and Soap shook his head.
"I didnae say that."
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hi again!! (ik I just sent in a request I just had another one LMFAOOO) im back bc I got another request/idea!! jjk men (..yuta n Megumi đ n whoever else u want :3) who got into a nasty argument (could be from ur argument post but it doesnât have to be connected to that post!!) and then gets really injured on a mission right after the argument! itâs up to you if reader + jjk men end up making up, or it could end on a angsty route of them anxiously waiting for reader to wake up while trying to think to ways to apologize with regret; doesnât rlly matter!! do what you want đđ
HEY, WAKE UP . . PLEASE?
featuring: fushiguro megumi. gojo satoru. yuuta okkotsu.
n. first, i apologize this one took a very long time because i wanted to carefully hit the right spots and nail the each character. second, i only make 3 characters this time âcause each one of them is long enough to read. third, i wanna make you guys suffer <3 enjoy !!
FUSHIGURO MEGUMI
megumiâs fingers trembled as he reached out to touch your hand, the memory of his harsh words replaying in his mind. âwhy didnât i see it coming?â he muttered to himself, voice hardly above a whisper. the guilt was suffocating, the feeling that he had failed you as a partner, both in life and on the field, gnawing at him relentlessly.
he hadnât slept since you were brought in, eyes red and heavy, his emerald pupils werenât evident anymore with the dark circles underneath a testament to his vigil. every beep of the monitors felt like a countdown, each passing second a reminder of how fragile everything was. he kept running through what he could have done differently, how he could have prevented this from happening.
âiâm sorry,â he whispered, voice cracking with emotion, repeating the words tremendously. âiâm sorry, iâm sorry, iâm sorryââ
âiâm so sorry. i never meant for this to happen. i never wanted to hurt you.â
his mind was filled with images of your smile, your laughter, and the way your eyes would light up when you were happy. he wanted nothing more than to see you open your eyes, to hear your voice, to have the chance to make things right.
the silence in the room was oppressive, broken only by the rhythmic beeping of the machines. megumiâs thoughts were a chaotic jumble of fear and determination. he knew he had to find a way to apologize, to show you that he cared more than he had ever managed to express. but how could he make up for the pain he had caused? how could he prove to you that he was truly sorry?
he squeezed your hand gently, as if the simple touch could convey all the words he struggled to find. âplease wake up,â he pleaded softly. âi need to tell you how much you mean to me. i need to show you that i can do better. that i will do better. please, just wake up.â
as the hours dragged on, megumiâs resolve only strengthened. he would make things right, no matter what it took. the door to your room opened, but megumi didnât look up. his focus was entirely on you, silently willing you to open your eyes. he wouldnât leave your side until you did. he couldnât. the weight of his regret was too heavy, his love for you too deep.
âplease,â he whispered again, each syllable filled with desperation. âcome back to me.â
GOJO SATORU
âyouâre always so damn reckless!â gojo had shouted, his voice echoing in the small office.
âmaybe if you werenât so arrogant all the time, youâd understand why!â you had snapped back, feeling the sting of his words cut deep.
now, the same guy sat by your hospital bed, his usually confident demeanor shattered. his fists were clenched so tightly that his knuckles had turned white, blood seeping from where his nails dug into his palms. the sight of you lying there, pale and unmoving, tore at his heart. he cursed himself repeatedly, the words tumbling out in a desperate, angry whisper.
âfuck, fuck, fuck!â he muttered, voice breaking. âwhy the hell did this have to happen? why couldnât i fucking save you?â
he stared at your face, willing you to wake up, to give him some sign that you were still there with him. the argument replayed in his mind, each harsh word a dagger in his chest. he wanted to take it all back, to tell you how much he loved you and needed you.
âshit,â he hissed, slamming his fist into the armrest of the chair. âiâm supposed to be the strongest, but what the hell does that mean if i canât even protect you?â
a hollow aching threatened to eat away at his chest, a gnawing remorse. tears blurred his vision as he looked at you, voice a broken whisper. âwake up. i want to apologize. i want you to know how sorry i am.â
the room was silent except for the steady beep of the heart monitor. gojoâs thoughts were a chaotic swirl of guilt, also his helplessness. he had faced countless curses and enemies without flinching, but this, seeing you like this, was unbearable.
he cursed again, the words raw and filled with pain. âdamn it, why didnât i stop you? why didnât i fucking do something?â
his mind raced, trying to think of ways to make it right, to fix what had been broken. but all he could do was wait and hope. he reached out, gently taking your hand in his, his grip trembling.
âiâm so sorry,â he whispered, voice cracking. âi love you. please, just wake up. i donât know what iâll do if you donât.â
YUUTA OKKOTSU
yuta, who was normally expressive, was pale and drawn as he sat beside your bed. his voice was crushed by the weight of his remorse, and he was unable to speak. he was completely broken by the sight of you there, so still and vulnerable, in ways he never imagined. his fingers barely touched yours as he extended a shaking hand, fearing that the slightest touch could break you.
memories of the argument replayed in his mind, each moment seared into his consciousness. your angry words echoed in his ears, mingling with his own harsh retorts. he remembered the flash of hurt in your eyes, the way your voice had cracked when you told him you were done talking. he had let you walk away, his anger blinding him to the danger you were about to face.
tears welled up in yutaâs eyes, but he couldnât let them fall. he had to be strong for you, even though you couldnât sense a thing. the guilt gnawed at him, a relentless beast that whispered of his failures. he had promised to protect you, to be there for you, and yet here you were, injured and unresponsive, because he had let his anger get the better of him.
âitâs all my fault,â he grumbled, voice barely audible in the sterile room. âi should have stopped you. i should have been there.â
he stared at your face, willing you to wake up, to open your eyes and tell him it was okay. but you remained still, your breathing steady but shallow. yutaâs mind was a storm of regret and self-recrimination. he blamed himself for everything, convinced that his failure to resolve things before you left had led to this. if only he had followed you, things might have been different.
âwake up, please,â he begged, voice breaking. âyou canât do this to me..â
he felt a sob rising in his throat, but he swallowed it down, determined not to break in front of you. he had to be strong, even if it felt like he was falling apart inside. the thought of losing you was unbearable, a gap that threatened to swallow him whole.
âwhy did i let you go?â he murmured, his fingers tightening around yours. âwhy didnât i fight for us?â
the minutes stretched into hours, each one an eternity as yuta sat by your side, his heart heavy with guilt and fear. he couldnât imagine a life without you, couldnât bear the thought that he might have lost you because of his own stubbornness.
âiâm sorry,â he whispered again, voice choked with emotion. he stayed there, silent and unmoving, the weight of his regret a constant presence. all he could do was wait and hope, praying that you would wake up and give him the chance to apologize, to tell you how much you meant to him. until then, he would sit by your side, holding on to the hope that you would come back to him.
âi love you. please, just give me a chance to make things right.â
@uzurakis
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â© ËË . GOJO SATORU + GETO SUGURU â your stepdad gojo always seemed to show off how good your father / daughter relationship really was whenever his bestfriend would visit.
àź Ë àŁȘàżàŸ warnings! stepcest, stepdad!gojo, vouyerism, f!receiving oral, teasing, you refer to him as daddy, pet names. âĄ Ë àŁȘàżàŸ note! hi guys! itâs me! i got struck w motivation suddenly & i missed u all ! <3 iâm back on my filthy little agenda & finally elaborating on this post now that iâm back :3
you always loved when your step dads bestfriend visited, you could always tell it was him with how softly he seemed to close the door â your home suddenly being filled with light hearted jokes from the two men downstairs that always pulled you out of your bedroom.
geto had always been kind to you, heâd basically been as big a part of your life as gojo had beenâ although you always thought it was funny the way they would both playfully fight for your attention. more so your dadâs bestfriend just letting him win so he didnât have to listen to him whining about how heâs stealing you from him.
so today is just the same when you hear you the familiar âyouâve got a visitor, sweet girl.â call from downstairs as itâs followed by a smooth chuckle from the man in question. you know who it isâ youâve just gotten out from your shower, skin still slightly damp underneath the oversized fabric of your daddyâs shirt and you donât really have the time to change into something warmer, opting just to deal with the panties underneath â the shirts long enough to hide them anyway.
itâs fast the way you make your way through the house, almost toppling into the living room as your greeted with the two men on either sofa. you suddenly feel nervous with the way their eyes cut into you, feeling hot underneath their gaze as you grab and pull at the hem of your shirt.
âslow down, sweet thing. excited to see me?â is how it begins, the usual teasing as gojo gives his bestfriend a narrowed look followed by a sly smirk sent your way. but it seems to cut through the tension in the room, helping you relax as his arms outstretch and you suddenly feel embarrassed underneath your clothes when he gives you an expectant look, tapping at his lap when you pause and rock yourself on your feet.
but youâre much too distracted by the way getoâs looking at you, head propped up against his fist as he lets himself rest against the arm of the couch. his hair is pulled back handsomely, letting you admire his pretty cut features and the usual kind-hearted smile he always reserved for you. âitâs good to see you again.â
âhah! come onnn~ you shy? âts just suguru, you donât wanna embarrass me infront of my friend, right?â gojo groans, a little louder this time as his crystalline gaze narrows playfully at you with a pout. your step dad has always been a little touchy, especially around his bestfriend â always insisting you spend your time together tucked into his lap or under his arm, like heâs staking a silent claim.
âyou better go before he starts whining, we wonât hear the end of it.â getoâs words are soothing but he makes sure theyâre loud enough for his friend to hear as the snowy haired male tuts. but just before he fires back another quick response, he smirks as you pad your way towards him â giving into the way his arms wrap instinctively around your hips as he pulls you into his lap, letting your thighs rest over his own as you press into his side under his arm.
âsee, bet youâre comfy now, right? gotta show suguru that iâm still your favourite.â the first half of gojoâs sentence is a low drawl as you readjust yourself, words breathed along the shell of your ear before he makes the latter a little louder. like heâs celebrating a victory as his bestfriend pretends not to hear him.
but you press yourself into him just like always, it was too easy to get lost in the feel of him against you â tucking yourself against him as he lets one of his arms curl around you to rest at the base of your spine.
you let yourself chime into their conversation for a while before you just allow yourself to listenâ opting for a giggle or a laugh at their playful banter, feeling gojo squeeze at your hips everytime he says something that he finds particularly funny so he can make sure youâre listening, laughing. you readjust yourself against him again and heâs always there to pull you closer, pressing a quick peck against your temple and you like how homey it feels when the three of you are like this.
the time seems to move quickly, the conversation has settled down slightly despite the way the two bestfriends still seemed to tease eachother and you feel content from where youâre curled against your stepdad, face resting in the crook of his neck as his fingers smooth along your spine.
âis she asleep?â you hear geto ask lowly, kindly and it makes your eyelashes flutterâ tickling along gojoâs skin as he hums. he knows youâre not, but he still lets the question hang for a few more moments as his fingers trace shapes into your skin. he readjusts himself, silently before the next twist of his wrist brings his hand around your hips, placing featherlight touches along the planes of your skin until you shudder into him.
âdaddyââ itâs embarrassing, the soft whine your voice takesâ youâre so responsive. your daddyâs heard you like this before, he took great pleasure in being able to pull those sounds from you but this was a first for his bestfriend.
âoh? âs my sweet girl tired? suguru was worried.â you keen at the low drawl gojoâs voice takesâ youâd heard it like that before, it was like instinct the way you reacted to it especially when itâs accompanied by the teasing squeeze of his palms â kneading at your skin until youâre fidgeting.
âiâm fine.â you murmur as you try so hard to bury yourself into your stepdadâs neck, youâre so embarrassedâ too hot underneath your clothes and all heâs done is barely touch you, show off the reaction he can pull from you with just a few swipes of his fingers.
âoh yeah? just fine?â gojo drawls again, a lull to his voice that lets you know heâs teasing you and you canât help the way your arms reach to wrap around his shoulders, fingers twisting in the snowy peaks of his hair as you grumble in response, but you know he wonât let you away with just that.
you can feel the heat of getoâs gaze from across the room and the way it follows the warm press of the fingers along your skin, the shape of your waist, the swell of your ass and you keen at the attention before they pinches playfully at the skin, making you jolt as you press your chest into his with a short whine.
ân-no.. iâm good.â
âcanât hear you, princess. lil louder fâ me, make sure he can hear you.â gojo almost chuckles with your sensitive little reaction, the heat from your arousal feels like it burns you and now you really wish youâd thrown on something to hide the way youâre rubbing your thighs together. youâre so desperate, needy to feel something before your mind blurs at the feeling of your daddyâs long fingers finally pushing between your thighs to squeeze.
âyouâre making her nervous, satoru.â grounds you as geto pushes himself to stand, his eyes seem darker now but the kindness in his expression remains the same as he takes his first careful step into your space. youâre already pliant, like putty when the snowy haired male beside you moves you so easily, pulling at your thigh until youâre pressed perfectly, pretty in his lap while you face his friend â back pressed against his broad chest as he breathes deep along your shoulder.
âthat right? you think you can calm her down, sugu?â thereâs something carnal in gojoâs words, like a challengeâ he knows that nobody could ever beat him when it comes to you, the pleasure he can pull from you is limitless. but he can feel the way you seem to stiffen, your breathing coming in short pants as his bestfriend comes closer until heâs looking down at you both, but his eyes are on you before he crouches down to your level to meet you.
âoh i wouldnât say that.â his voice seems different now, lowerâ deeper when you find yourself suddenly too nervous to meet his gaze but your step dad forces you to, fingers circling from behind to hold your jaw gently in place as his other hand pulls at your inner thigh.
you feel so exposed as gojo spreads you so easily with one hand, like heâs serving his pretty little step daughter up to his bestfriend like a meal, although you admit getoâs looking at you like he could devour you completely. your thighs almost tremble with want with the first press of your daddyâs best friends palm against the opposite thigh, helping to hold you open as he admires the already damp spot on your panties.
âbut she seems to like this, donât you, pretty girl?â getoâs words are still smooth despite the way his fingers squeeze in your skin as he leans forward, letting himself press a quick kiss against your clothed pussy before he exhales against youâ like heâs taking his first breath of fresh air in years.
the sounds that leave you are humiliating as he pushes deeper into you, letting his tongue tease along the damp fabricâ pressing into the swollen bump of your clit all while your step dad holds you in place. your thighs and hips quake, as do your lungs with every staggered inhale you takeâ you can barely breathe with the way he drinks you up, tongue rolling and curling through your folds so expertly you wouldnât believe there was still a layer between you both.
you jolt, tremble and gojo knows youâre already close as he curls over you â letting you feel the heavy press of his cock against your lower back as he suckles wet kisses along your throat from behind. âmake sure youâre good for sugu, alright, sweet thing.â his words are hissed through his teeth as he rocks into you slightly, pushing his bestfriendâs mouth even deeper between your thighs before his fingers finally hook underneath the fabric of your panties to pull them aside.
âbut gotta remember youâre daddyâs girl.â itâs growled, timed well with the way getoâs tongue finally presses against the now exposed skin of your folds, cutting through the glistening petals as he suckles and smacks at the mess. you canât help but arch back into your stepdad, urging him to let his free hand palm at your tits, twisting and flicking at the raised skin of your nipples through his shirt until youâre whining so greedily for more.
âmmm, see.. so sensitive fâ only me.â his words urge you to turn to meet him and you can taste the possessiveness in gojoâs words when heâs suddenly pushing them between your lips as he kisses you, messy and driven even more by the way getoâs mouth is wrapped around you all while he watches. his long fingers clasp gently around one of your nipples before he pulls and you feel lightheaded with how close you are, feeling the flames of your orgasm lick at your spine as you feel his clothed cock press languidly into you from behind as he licks into your mouth.
âdaddy.. please.â you beg against him and the man pulls away to chuckle smugly, suddenly as your chest expands with every shakey breath you struggle to take. youâre so close, you feel too hot for your skin but just as geto closes his lips around your clit to suckle â he pulls away, cheeks wet with slick as he breathes out your step dads name.
âi only needed another second, satoru.â
ânope, times up.â gojo mutters playfully and if you couldnât feel just how affected he was by this youâd assume he wasnât at all with how giddy he sounds, but then his attention turns back to you.
âyou gonna show him how sweet you are for daddy now? i knew my sweet girl wouldnât let him tease me like this.â
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Ëâ*°âą.Ëâ*°⹠Plaything âąÂ°*âË.âąÂ°*âË
Synopsis: You've been caught in his trap. And now you're his little plaything. The Upper Moon 4, Hantengu, more so you belong to the 4 clones.
Warnings : smut, gangbang with Hantengu clones, oral(male and female receiving), anal, Double Penetration , degradation, biting, marking, Electroplay, Spit as lube Rough sex , cervix fucking, Monsterfucking , wing play, praise, Blood Kink, creampie, finger sucking, squirting (let me know if I missed anything!)
Word count : 4.6k
Pairing : Hantengu (all four clones) x fem!slayer!reader
A/N: I have no words for this. It's basically straight porn and I know tumblr is gonna slap a label on it. So, check it out on my AO3(same name). I'll link it in my bio/pinned post.
Special thanks to @bleuboyfriend for beta reading it for me! You're amazing Luke!!
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You're not sure how it even happened. You were summoned to slay a demon that had been spotted in a village; only to find a cowardly little imp like Demon that was scared of its own shadow. Cutting its head off wasn't too difficult, but the result was devastating for you. The demon split into four clones of itself. Each one with a different demon blood art.Â
They cornered you and the green one, Karaku found you to be so very interesting. His clawed hand reached out and caressed your cheek before tipping your chin back. His tongue â marked with the Kanji "pleasure" â slipped past his lips and touched your lips, tasting them. A deep purr like growl rumbled in his chest as he speaks to his counterparts.
"It's been so long since we've been separated and had a little plaything. We deserve to have some fun, right, Sekido?"
His green Kanji branded eyes flickering down to your torn top â the swell of your breasts inviting him as his mouth watered when he could hear your heart pounding beneath your ribcage. Your eyes dart from him to his three other counterparts. His fingers tilt your gaze back to his as he tilts his head down towards yours. âNe, Sekido, can we have some fun with this pretty little slayer? Please?â
Sekido grits his fangs, his red Kanji branded eyes narrowing as he taps his staff on the ground, bolts of lightning sparking from underneath. His gaze cuts to your eyes and he can smell the fear that emits from you â saturating the air around them in its scent. He growls out, voice guttural and deep. âOnly if Aizetsu and Urogi agree.â
Karaku grabs you in his claws and sits you down in his lap, easily pinning you against his chest as he spreads your legs. One hand cupped your breasts, pinching your nipples as the other dug its palm into your core, eliciting a moan from you. The sound was like heaven to his ears. Karakuâs tongue touches the shell of your ear before his fangs nip at it playfully. âAizestu, Urogi, câmon say yes. I wanna play with our new toy.â
âGet your hands off of mââ Your words die off in a moan when he rubbed two sharp clawed fingers over the damp spot forming over your panties.
âHmmm, little plaything. You were saying?â He ground his fingers harder against the clothed little pearl of nerves, making you squeal out. âJust look at my counterparts. Hard just from watching us. You all should join. If not, Iâm still going to have fun.â
Urogiâs control finally snapped as a feral grin spreads over his lips when your musky scent permeates his senses. His own tongue â marked with the Kanji âJoy" â flicks out of his mouth as he drops to his knees in front of you. âFuck, sheâs sexy. And we get to have fun with her. Donât mind if I do.â When Karaku ripped your panties off and tossed them to the side, Urogi wasted no time diving his face between your thighs, his tongue curling through your sticky folds.
You arched your back, pressing your ass back against the other demonâs crotch, involuntarily grinding against his hard cock as the one with golden eyes feasts upon your center. It was ironic that the one with âpleasureâ on his tongue was not the one between your thighs. You whimpered when Urogiâs tongue curled through your cunt, slurping messily as he sucked on your clit.
Aizetsu whimpered softly as his cock twitched against his thigh, rising to attention. He watched as his two more confident counterparts have their fun with the pretty slayer. âKaraku.â He said finally, his voice soft almost timid. âI think you should be the one eating her while Urogi fucks her throat.â His face flushed as he palmed himself through his pants. âAnd Sekido should use his blood demon art to shock her into submission as she takes his cock first.âÂ
Karaku grinned. âThatâs a great idea, Aizetsu!â He laid down on the ground, relaxing against the cool floor as his hair fanned out underneath him. âBut I think Iâd rather her ride my face while Urogi fucks hers.â Easily holding down your hips, he grabbed you and pulled you away from Urogiâs tongue, a string of slick mixed saliva connecting you to the avian-like demon.
Urogi pouted at having his fun ruined, but grinned at Aizetsuâs words. The little shy bastard has some good ideas in that sorrowful mind. He cackled as he fumbled with the tie that held his pants together as Karaku settled you over his awaiting mouth. His talons caressed your face, thumb wiping at the tear that threatened to fall. âYouâre going to be a good little cocksleeve for us, right?â
Sekido growled at the softer, more timid counterpart as he tapped his staff against the ground once more. âWhat utter foolishness. Like I want to stick my cock in that little whoreâs body.â But his hard cock betrayed his angry words as he listened to your saccharine moans while his counterparts had their way with you. His narrowed red eyes watched as your throat bulged as Urogi slid his cock in deep, the yellow-eyed demon giggling as you tapped his thigh.
Growling once more, he dropped to his knees, pulling his dick out of his pants and fisted it roughly. His fangs grit as his claws of his other hand found your hair and yanked your head back to force you to meet his eyes. âYou should feel lucky that Iâm willing to fuck a needy bitch like you.â His palm smacked against the meat of your ass, making your hips buck against Karakuâs eager tongue and forcing more of Urogiâs cock down your throat.
You let out a whimper around the thick girth on your tongue as you feel Karaku dig his claws in your hips, pulling you even further down onto his mouth. He slurped so noisily at your pussy as his tongue dug orgasm after orgasm out of you. You lost count. Your moans were muffled by Urogi as he thrust into your mouth without abandon. Another pathetic sounding moan vibrated in your chest when you feel Sekidoâs claws dig into the fat of your ass and spread your cheeks.
Shame filled your body as your eyes darted around, searching for someone to help you, but they only found Aizetsu, who was calmly stroking his cock, pre leaking â oozing from the tip as his face flushed with a blush.Â
Aizetsu covered his face with his hand as he watched his counterparts. His voice was soft as he directed them on what to do. âUrogi, wrap your hand around her throat, choke her until sheâs able to take all of your cock down her slutty little mouth. She doesn't get th breath if she doesn't. Kakaru suck on her clit more while using your tongue to fuck her hole. Sekido...â He pauses, his eyes darkening with desire as he works his hand over his cock faster. âPrep her ass for your cock.â
Your eyes widened when Aizetsu told the red-eyed demon what to do. You try to shake your head, but Urogi had wrapped his talon around your neck, his hips snapping faster as he fucks more of his cock down your throat.
âNow, pretty little plaything. It's not nice to be distracted. Eyes on me.â He grins as he tightens his hand around your neck, relishing in the choke-like moans that vibrated around his length. When you shift those big teary eyes back to his, his tongue fell from his mouth as he curled it in the air. âThatâs the fucking look! Cry more, slayer!â
You could feel Sekidoâs sharp claws dig into your flesh as he lowered his face between your thighs, his tongue slipping out to trace the ring of your puckered little hole. You couldnât help the whimper that escaped. Sekidoâs tongue was hot â hotter than Karakuâs. It felt like currents of electricity were shooking up and down your spine.Â
Karaku flicks your clit, scraping it with his fangs as his fingers slip over your clenching hole. He lifts you off his face for a moment to stare up at your face. âAww, is the pretty little slayer crying?â He cooed condescendingly, âSuch a good girl you are.â His praise sounded fake as he pushed his fingers past the first ring of muscles of your dripping pussy. âOh? Maybe I should call you a slut? Or our little cocksleeve whose only purpose is to be fucked by four demon cocks?â
Moaning around Urogiâs cock at Karakuâs filthy words, words that sounded like they were dipped in honey to your hazy mind. His fingers thrust up into you twisting and turning until they found that spot that made your body twitch and wreath above him. âThat's the spot. Come on, let go for me. Cum on my tongue. I take pleasure in it.â Karaku mocked as he licks your cunt with the flat of his tattooed tongue.
âShit, Karaku. Her throat tightened up when you did that.â Urogiâs cock twitches on your tongue as his talons tangle in your hair, pulling you even further down on his girth. âFuck, gonna cum down this nasty throat. That what you want? My cum painting that greedy mouth of yours?â His smile was beyond feral as the talon around your neck tightens to the point where you couldnât breathe.
Sekido growled as you ignored him in favor of his counterparts. His tongue circled the flesh of your asshole before pushing past that tight ring and wiggling inside. âDonât fucking forget about me, nasty bitch.â He used his blood demon art to send streaks of lightning through your body, making you convulse and shake â the feeling making your body release your juices on Karakuâs tongue.
âDid I fucking say you could cum, dirty slut?â Sekido removed his tongue, fangs biting deeply into the roundness of your cheeks, nails digging into your flesh. He relishes in the fact that you had to pull away from Urogi to scream out from the painful pleasure of his abuse of your ass. Your blood trickled down his throat and he moaned a little at the taste of it. It was sweet â a potent elixir that coats his tongue. âFucking delicious.âÂ
Aizetsu whimpered as he stroked his cock, his hand still covering his blushing face. His balls felt heavy as his length twitched against his palm, precum dribbling down the leaky tip. He was trying his best to remain calm, telling them how to please you. Aizetsu was shy, but even he had a limit on how much he could take â and he was approaching it. âKaraku, fuck her pussy hard, but donât cum inside. Sekido, stop teasing her and give her your cock too. Spread her ass and spit in it. Urogi, have her suck your balls.â
Urogi eagerly did as Aizetsu told him, fisting his cock as he tilted your chin to stare deeply into your teary eyes. âFuck, I love that you're being such a fucking crybaby and we havenât even fucked you yet.â His thumb slipped into your mouth, talon scraping over your tongue. âYou heard Aizetsu. Open up.â Urogi grinned as he placed his balls on your tongue and tossed his head back and lets out a mewl when your lips closed over them to suckle. âSuch a good fucking whore you are.â
Karaku licked his lips clean of your sweet essence as he slid you down his chest, a trail of your slick coating his skin until his throbbing cock nudged at your hole. He shuddered at the feeling of your warm pussy gliding over his length. âGonna fuck you so good. You gonna be a good little toy and take my cock all the way, yeah?â He lined the sticky tip up with your dripping hole and pushed inside with a low moan.
Sekido spread your ass cheeks, his eyes narrowing at the sight of your twitching little hole. Gathering a fat glob of saliva on his tongue, he lets it slide down past his lips to drip down into the crack. He used his thumb to smear it around and slowly pushed it inside to lubricate it more. Sekido lined his cock up with your tight hole and slowly pushes past the ring of muscle. âTight ass bitch. Let me inside.â He growled as he gripped your hips tightly, claws threatening to rip your skin again.
You stiffened at the pain of being stretched so full by two cocks, the burn almost unbearable. Your moans were muffled by Urogiâs balls still suckled between your lips as he stroked his cock above your face. You whimpered as you felt them taking alternating thrusts inside you, touching the deepest part of you. Tears burned at the corners of your eyes as you could feel your body reacting to them, clenching down on them.
Karaku grinned as he felt your walls flutter and hug his dick tightly, sucking him in deeper. His finger squeezed in between your bodies to toy with the sensitive pearl of flesh. He watched as your back arched against him, shoving more of your ass back onto Sekidoâs cock Laughing when he felt your nails dig into his chest like that would make him stop. âYouâre so cute, slayer, but Aizetsu said to fuck you hard...â Karaku planted his feet on the ground more firmly, his claws digging into your thighs as he grabbed you tightly. âSo, thatâs what Iâm gonna do.â
Sekido grunted as he snapped his hips roughly, bullying his fat cock deeper into your tight ass. A growl left him as your warm heat wrapped around him, hugging him so tightly. âF-fuck...â He whined softly, his face scrunching up from the pleasure. âSqueezing my dick like this. You must want me to fucking cum in your ass. Youâre such a filthy little cumslut.â He grabs your hips so tightly, nails digging into your flesh and causing fresh blood to drip down onto Karakuâs waist.
Urogiâs tongue slipped out of his mouth and curled into the air as he laughed loudly, his cock throbbing at the sight of your tears. âOh fuck, Iâm gonna cum if you keep looking up at me with that face. Those fucking tears make me so hard. You want that? For me to cum on your face like the needy whore you are?â His voice shudders as his hand speeds up. âOr youâd rather I cum down the fucking throat, plugging up your nose so that you have no choice but to swallow?â
Before you could even answer, Aizetsu made the decision for you. âMake her swallow it, Urogi.â
âYou heard him! Open up!â The yellow-eyed clone giggled as he pushed his cock back between your lips, dragging the throbbing hot flesh across your tongue. The tip hit the back of your throat and Urogi howls with pleasure as he grabbed the sides of your head to hold you steady as he fucked into your mouth.
Aizetsuâs face was flushed even as his blue eyes darkened â his control was wearing thin as his cock throbbed with the need for release. His hand wasnât enough. He wanted to be inside your snug little pussy. He wanted to be the one to fill you so full of cum that it caused a bulge in her belly. Aizetsu bit his lip, fangs piercing the plump flesh and blood dribbled down his chin â which he quickly licked away. Soon. Heâd let his counterparts finish first.Â
Karakuâs hips meet yours as his cock bullied your insides, his tongue out to show the kanji etched on it as his eyes zero in on the way Urogiâs dick bulged in your pretty throat. âFuck youâre taking all three of us so well.â His fingers tighten around your thighs â they were sure to leave bruises behind, marking you as his. Karaku grit his fangs as his balls slap against your cunt, cock tingling with the tale-tell signs of his release.
He had half an inkling to ignore Aiztesuâs command and cream this drippy little pussy of yours with his cum, paint your deepest parts in his color. But he was kinder than that. Aizetsu has been telling them just how to pleasure you, all while edging himself. âGo ahead.â He leaned up and nipped at your collarbone, sucking at the skin to leave more of his marks behind. âCum on my cock. Soak it. Yâknow you want to.â
Sekido threw his head back, hair fanning out as sweat dripped down the side of his face. Your tight little ass was giving him so much pleasure. His balls tightened as his dick throbbed and swelled inside. âFucking bitch. Gonna cum in this filthy ass of yours. Youâre just a fucking cumdump for me, got it?â
âFuck, Iâm about to cum.â Urogi grins as his talons pinched into the skin of your cheeks as he thrust in and out of your drooling mouth. âTake it! And donât waste a drop!â With a few more deep thrusts, his hot milky seed filled your throat at such rapid speed that you had no choice but to swallow or choke.
Karaku moans loudly as his hands leave your thighs to squeeze your breasts as he felt you tighten and clench down on his cock as he found that sweet spot, pressing on his repeatedly until he felt you shaking and trembling. âGive it to me, pretty little plaything. Soak me in your juices. Let me see you make a mess like the good little slut weâre training you to be.â
You tossed your head back as you let out a loud cry. âOh fuck!â You screamed as you came hard on Karakuâs dick, rings of cream frothing around the base as he continues to fuck you through your high. âI...I canât. Please stop.â
Sekido grunted as he slid his cock out and pushed it in deep â stretching the tight muscles into his shape. âShit.â He grit his fangs tightly as his claws cut into your skin once more. âTch.â The red-eyed clone scoffs at the feeling of your blood coating his fingers. Taking his hand, he grabbed your cheek and forced your lips to part. âSuck your filthy blood off my fingers, bitch.â
The metallic taste that covered his fingertips coats your tongue as Sekido fucks into your tight hole with fast deep thrusts as Karakuâs mouth sucked on your nipples, his fang scrapping over the swell of them as his own thrust began to grow more and more sporadic.
âFuck. Fuck. Fuck.â Karaku moaned as he slammed into you once, twice, three more times before he pulled out and fists his slick covered cock. âShit...â Cum paints your lower stomach and thighs as he finished and breathes heavily as your slick pussy lips grind over his half mast dick because of Sekidoâs brutal thrusting.
Sekido grabbed one of your arms and pinned it to the small of your back, forcing you into a deeper arch for him as he fucked your ass with fast, hard snaps of his hips. His cock tingled and swelled inside you as he felt his end nearing. âSlutty ass bitch. You gonna cum from me fucking and filling your ass with my seed? I bet you are.â His teeth grit from the feeling of your tongue swirling around his fingers as you clean the blood off of them. âFucking...Iâm cumming. Cumming...!â He snarled as he came hard, spraying your insides with his hot cum.
You moaned like a cat in heat from the feeling of Sekido filling your tight, puckered hole â it creamed around his cock because it was so much. You collapsed on top of Karaku, chest heaving. âNo...â you swallowed. âNo, more.â
Karaku runs his claws soothingly over your back, his grin never leaving his face as he heard Aizetsu slowly making his way over to where you were. âBut you only took three of us. There are four of us.â He reminded you as the shy blue-eyed clone pulled you up and into his arms.
Aizetsu cupped your cheek as he lifted you up against him and wrapped your legs around his waist. His lips found yours as his tongue seeks out yours. He swallowed your muffled cries and ignored your fists as they pound against his chest. He lined his weeping cock up with your hole, lifting your hips easily.
âWait a second, Aizetsu. I ain't get a turn to fuck her.â Urogi said as he flew over to the two of you. âLemme have her ass.â
Hands spread your ass cheeks, cum still dripping out of the tight hole of your ass. âThis ass?â Aizetsu whispered as he slid inside your pussy with one fluid movement, your arms automatically wrapped around his neck as you moaned so beautifully for him. âG-go a-fuck-ahead.â
You let out a shocked gasp when the yellow-eyed avian-like demon let out a cackle as his talons wrapped around your shoulders as he lined his cock up with your still twitching hole as Aizetsu slowly thrust up into you. âNo, please. I canât take it anymore.â
Aizetsu turns your face back to his, his tongue â the Kanji âsorrowâ etched into the pink muscle â sliding out to lick at the tears that gathered in your eyes. âYou can, pretty slayer. Arenât we making you feel so good? Tell me Iâm making you feel good, please?â
Urogi ignored your pleas and pushed the fat tip of his cock past the tight ring of muscles, his knees buckling a bit. âFuck, youâre so god damn tight. Such a horny thing.â He licked a line up your back, tasting the sweat that covered it. âYou love having two cocks in your tight ass and cunt, right?â
Karaku felt left out and walked over to where his counterparts were and grabbed your hand. âCâmon pretty slayer, touch me too.â Wrapping your fingers around his cock, he used the movements from the other two thrusting up onto you to fuck your fist.Â
You wrapped your other arm around Urogiâs neck, nails digging into his back as he and Aizetsu pound into you. You could tell the difference between the two by the pace. Aizetsu was slow, methodical and careful â building up an orgasm out of you. While Urogi fucked into you at an animalistic pace, his balls smacking against the curve of your ass. Your mouth dropped open into a series of drawn out curses, nails digging into Urogiâs back as the other squeezed Karakuâs cock.
âOi, human!â Sekido growled out, not liking that he was the one left out now. âYou got one more hole, let meââ He started to take a step towards them, his cock bobbing as he moved when all three of his counterparts glared at him.
âWe wanna hear her.â They growled. The sounds of your moans were like the sweetest of sounds to their ears and they wanted to hear it more and more.
Aizetsu angled his hips so that his thrusts were deep, the thick tip fucking against your cervix with each precise thrust. His mouth drops open in a whimper as his eyes teared up from the feeling of your pussy quivering around him. âPlease. Need for you to tell me that Iâm making you feel good, slayer. I need to hear it.â
Each word of his last sentence was punctuated by a deep thrust and your head fell back against Urogiâs shoulder. âFuck! Youâre making me feel so fucking good.â You gave into the hypnotic spell Aizetsu was lulling you into with his gentle and tender touches.
Urogi laughed as he picked up speed, his balls starting to tighten with the threat of his release. âYouâre damn right we are.â His feathers ruffled when your nails dig into the skin between them. âH-hey...â He mewled. âNot the wings.â The avian-like demon lets out a screen when your hand grabs the downy feathers near the base of his wings. A shudder goes down his spine as his dick swelled inside you as it began to paint your walls with his thick cum. âFucking dammit...âÂ
Karaku watched as Urogi fell to his knees, his cock popping out of you as he did so. Aizetsu took that time to turn you around, hands wrapping under your thighs so that he could easily lift you up and down on his cock. âDonât mind if I do.â He shoved the yellow-eyed clone out of the way as his lips attached to your clit.
The scream you let out was like music to them as Sekido begrudgingly walked over to use your hand to stroke his cock to completion. Your other hand wrapped around Aizetsuâs neck as you moaned those sweet sounding cries in his ear, encouraging him that he was still making you feel good. His lips nuzzled your ear as his voice rumbled, âCum for me. Let me feel you soak my cock. That way I really know Iâm making you feel good.â
âYeah, our pretty plaything. Cum for Aizetsu and let me taste it. You can squirt, right?â His tongue swirled on your clit, teasing it with the tip as the blue-eyed clone thrust into you so deeply that your body jerked, hand tightening around Sekidoâs cock.
âFucking shit, bitch.â Sekido cursed, the tip drooling with pre as he felt his balls draw up, the telltale sign that he was about to cum. He fucked your fist faster, the slick sounds of it echoing in his ear. Sekido lets out another grunt before he spilt his seed, coating the top of your fist with it. âMaking me cum like that...youâre such a whore...â he panted.
Aizetsu bounced you on his cock, determined to make you cum â to make you squirt so hard you passed out from the pleasure. His fangs grazed over the shell of your ear before he stuck his tongue in your ear as he felt you tighten up on his length. âJust let go and be our plaything.â He whispered.
Your back arched like a cat as you felt your thighs tremble, clit throbbing on Karaku's greedy tongue. Your chest heaved as your body convulsed, cumming hard, squirting â the hot clear liquid drenching Karakuâs face and dripping down Aizetsuâs thighs.
âGood fucking girl.â The green-eyed clone praised after he swallowed what he was able to catch on his tongue.
Aizetsu let out a whine as he trailed his tongue down the length of your neck before biting down gently on your pulse point. His thrust sped up until he was pounding into your soaked pussy. âOh fuck. Oh shit...â He whimpered, tongue lapping at your pulse as he felt his cock twitching. He wasnât to last much longer. âGonna cum. Gonna cream this pussy. Say thatâs what you want. Please tell me you want my cum.â
In your hazy fucked out mind, anything he said sounded heavenly. You mewled out weakly, âWant your cum. Give it to me.â
No sooner than those words left your throat, Aizetsu gave you a few more deep, cervix kissing thrusts before his hot cum spilled over inside your needy cunt. âTake it. Take it all.â He whined out as he fucked it deeper into you. âYouâre our plaything now.â
Even you had to agree, Youâve become the plaything of the Upper Moon 4, Hantengu â no, the four clones, Sekido, Urogi, Karaku, and Aizetsu.
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Homicipher Random Headcanons/Scenarios [NSFW]
Edit:11/07/2024
I desperately needed to post the random head canons and scenarios of our husbands that my brain kept cooking up (+ some from discord friends), so the list is not organized. Also, since we shape shift, I'm going to assume we can choose whenever we have a cock or pussy (because I want to be fucked and do the fucking) Anyways...enjoy the food thought.
Characters: Mr. Crawling, Mr. Chopped Mr. Silvair, Mr. Hood, Mr. Gap, Mr. Machete, Mr. Scarletella
Warnings: mentions of NSFW, mentions of some canon-typical violence, implications of dubcon, mentions of somnophilia, implied cuckold
Mr. Crawling
He can be submissive top. Constantly asking you if you love him during intimacy. He would ask if you enjoy playing with him as you pound yourself onto him. He would be a moaning mess and probably wouldn't know what to do about it as he clumsily places his hands around your waist.
He would definitely eat you out without you asking once intimacy had been initiated.
Afraid of hurting you, he wouldn't be too rough, instead he would be more tender and gentler when it comes to intimacy.
He definitely would love it when you play with his hair, allowing you to braid it or do whatever as long it doesn't involve cutting his precious hair.
He actually gets jealous easily, but he doesn't verbalize it, instead he shows it through his actions.
He is better with his hands, than his cock. So sometimes you prefer that over his cock. His cock is more on the average/smaller side and it's cute.
He definitely has a praise kink.
Mr. Chopped
He lacks a body, so to make up for it he is extremely expressive and open with his feelings. Which makes him a little fun to bully, to see all those cute expressions he could make.
He probably would be very good with his mouth and tongue, let him be your personal rose toy/fleshlight if you will. He can't fight back and have no choice but to whimper about it.
Imagine getting sick and fainting with him nearby, he can't move or do anything but helplessly cry for you to wake up and starts crying out help for Mr. Silvair to come help him and you.
Maybe one day, for a day of tricks and pranks. Mr. Stitch will allow Mr. Chopped a day in his body, so they swap places, stitching Mr. Chopped in place of Mr. Stitch's head. It had been a very long time since Mr. Chopped felt sensations beyond his head, so he happens to be very sensitive and clumsy with his hands. Everywhere you touch overwhelms him, he melts and becomes a moaning mess, but Mr. Chopped isn't the only one feeling all these sensations. Mr. Stitch can still feel it too. He is intrigued by today's type of play.
He definitely would be more on the whiny and needy side when it comes to pleasure, he lacks a body, but he can still feel lust. He can't do anything about it, which makes him extremely needy and extra pouty.
Mr. Silvair
Definitely would have had intimacy with other ghosts/humans before to research the body and performance during mid transformation if it differed.
Imagine one day he finds a mysterious liquid that fell from the 'other world' and feeds it to you, himself and the other ghosts in your crew. Only to find out it was an aphrodisiac. It was the first time he felt such a strong sensation of lust. At first, he mistakes this strong desire to be violence, so he starts to self-inflict wounds onto himself. You attempt to stop him, but soon find yourself to be underneath him as he bites into your neck, drawing blood. Surprised at seeing the often-composed man, turning into a ravage beast. You somehow manage to find something to tie him up and have your way with him.
He probably likes overstimulation on you...but also himself. He would love to research on how much his body can go and handle.
He would actually be a switch, for research purposes. To take and give he'd do anything for research. It had been long long ago since his body used to be human, and he often forgets about his own experiences if he doesn't write them down, but no worries, he has you by his side now to keep remembering.
Mr. Hood
He is quiet but speaks whenever he finds it suited for. But if you need him, he would be happy to talk with you.
He is a bit insecure about his body, he doesn't have arms or hands or even legs, he is an entity of nothing. The clothes are what shape his form, and well maybe he not entirely a entity of nothing. You had a glimpse before, a small glimpse and sensation of a squishy and somewhat slimy part that had belonged to him. You never mentioned though, but if it was you'd love him still anyways.
He realized that some words had been a bit harder for you to keep in mind and remember and so he thought of a special way to get you learning. Learning with what humans call pleasure. He fucks you and asks you what certain things are, and if you get it wrong, he denies you from coming. You have become determined to learn your words properly even more so now. Because if you remember you get rewarded with the most absolute fulfilling fuck of your life.
Since most of his body is invisible or nothing. If you mouth fucked him you would be able to see that real good, it is strangely erotic watching your cock move inside his mouth.
Mr. Gap
When you're sleeping, sometimes he might just cuddle against your leg or lower half. He loves the feeling of warmth, compared to his hollow darkness.
He definitely seems like the type of person to eat you out while you're asleep. Playing around and waiting for you to wake up to watch your reaction. Of course, he would only do this though if he knew you'd allow it. He values consent.
Imagine taking your backpack to school and you have to take out a pencil for a test. When you open your backpack, you realize it is just an empty void and hear a voice asking for your heart in exchange for the pencil. Yeah... you accepted your fate. You just failed your exam...
When you become a moaning mess under him, he can't understand but he knows that from your sweet voice, and moans, that it's a good thing. He knows to keep continuing.
One day Mr. Gap gathers his usual newspapers that fall from the rubble or somehow manages to grab one from the human realm. He notices a magazine that discusses about marriage and giving rings on the fourth finger. Intrigued about this idea, he asks you for your all four of your fingers, but you misunderstand and refuse to give him your fingers. He's sad but soon you later find out that he was asking for your hand in marriage, literally but also figuratively.
Mr. Machete
We would wonder aimlessly for an eternity together searching for his/your home. But eventually our subconscious would recognize each other as home instead.
He would definitely mock and laugh at how fast you would falter/melt under his touch. Calling you "weak" for coming so fast but would give kisses here and there after the mocking.
He'd probably be into throat fucking and laugh at you looking pathetic, he loves reactions that aren't boring, so seeing you choke on his cock seems like a great idea.
He definitely would come inside most of the time.
When he fucks you, his cock would probably bulge out a little from your stomach, fascinated by it he'd roughly press his hand down near that area.
He is our beefy dumb macho, perfect.
If you mouth/fucked him he would tell you he feels nothing, but his eyes would already be red and tearing. He's a pathetic coward.
Mr. Scarletella
He belongs to you, and you belong to him, together forever, in a hellish world. He loves the destruction you bring into his life and does the same for you.
Oh boy, he would absolutely devour you, his queen, in pleasure. Fuck you stupid to the point you're just a blabbering mess, hands on waist, and long fingers in your mouth, as he pounds deeply into you.
He seems like the type of guy to fuck you during your period.
Definitely gets jealous easily and he makes it know when he gets that way.
Imagine your fucked/fucking another ghost and you hear static within the distance, the sound slowly starts to come closer and closer until you hear the static in the room. Your crimson servant arrives and witnesses your fantastic display of intimacy. Jealous, he kills them and becomes extra possessive and quite terrifying, but you love it so much. How he seems so lost and pathetic without you.
You don't know his name, but neither does he know yours. Despite this disconnect, you still manage to give him some sort of other named to be called. It's connected to your name, but he knows it's not all of it, he can't fully whisk you away, but he's okay with that. You are still bound to him for an eternity anyway.
If Mr. Scarletella went back to the human world with you instead, he would appear to be the one most suited for fitting in. Just slack some foundation on his face, make him wear gloves and he would blend in quite well. Well...except for his odd habit of asking every stranger for their name and laughing and giggling crazily each time.
He would have a praise and degradation kink, he's not a whore. He's YOUR whore. He likes being YOURS.
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a/n: this was originally gonna be a part of something bigger but if i never write it⊠then i can post this⊠yeah⊠yeahâŠ
warnings: established relationship, them having sex for the first time in their relationship, pretty soft actually, dry humping, unprotected sex, no dynamics they just love each other, afab reader
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âyou donât know how long iâve wanted you like this,â haechan pants out in the air.
you can guess how much heâs wanted it with how his clothed cock is pressing into your thigh, his warm hands keeping you in place on top of his lap. you canât complain, feeling just as desperate as haechan does as you press kisses to the side of his neck.
itâs hard not to grind down against him, but with how his hands move to your hips, trying to get you to grind down, you figure itâs best to give in.
he lets out a moan once you do, and you try to hide your sounds in the junction of his neck, lightly biting down onto his skin. ây-youâre just so-â a choked moan cuts him off, âi was missing out on this for so long, i canât believe i let that happen.â
you speak up, trying to ignore how he flexes his thigh against your core, âyou finally got me, i donât know if i couldâve held out any longer.â
you can tell heâs smiling when he lets out an airy laugh. thereâs no use in holding out, giving into haechanâs touch as you roll your hips against his thigh. his hands warm your skin, reaching higher and higher up your shirt until they near your chest.
you quickly take off your shirt for him, letting him take in the sight of you. heâs seen your boobs on a few occasions by accident, quickly looking away as he apologizes. but now, he can stare as much as he wants, and maybe, he can touch you.
he knows he needs to when you mindlessly grind down onto him, your nails digging into his shoulders as you get close to cumming. he cups your boobs into each hand, watching your face as he smooths over your nipples with his thumbs. he can feel the warmth between your thighs, almost swearing he can feel you staining his sweats with how wet you are.
pinching lightly at a nipple, he watches you break, becoming weak for him as he helps get you off. he swears he could cum in his pants with how youâre using him like a toy, so desperate to cum. with all the sounds youâre making, mixed in with the moans of his name, the more he wants to be buried inside you.
heâs just not sure if itâll happen just yet.
youâre close to cumming, not realizing just how fast youâve gotten close to the edge. you wonât admit it to haechan (because heâd never let you hear the end of it), but he seems to know what to do when it comes to you. it shows with just how eager he is to please you, even as you feel his cock twitch underneath you.
before you can stop yourself from being embarrassed, you whine out, âhaechan⊠gonna cum⊠âm gonna cumâŠâ
his eyes zero in on you, watching how your face contorts in pleasure. he has to bite back a moan of his own as he watches you, realizing this isnât just another dream heâs had of you like this. youâre real, right on top of him, warm and pliant as you cum on his thigh.
he soothes you, running his hands along your back, pressing kisses to the top of your head as he tells you how good you are to him. haechan realizes youâre still grinding down on him, letting out soft puffs of air. he looks up at you, a curious look on his face as he sees your embarrassed one.
you watch as he tilts his head, giving you a teasing look as you whine. âcan you just- ugh-â
you push at his shoulders, holding him against the couch as his wide eyes stare up at yours. you try to keep your composure as you ask, âwould you want to⊠would you like to- i mean, do you wanna have sex with me?â
it takes haechan exactly ten seconds to respond, watching as his face morphs from shocked to desperate all at once. he moves to lean up to kiss you, but you push him down once again, kissing him softly. his hands hold your sides, letting you take what you want from him.
you pull away, not looking directly at him as you ask, âis that a yes?â
âplease,â he whines, trying to pull you back to him.
youâre quick to oblige, kissing him once more. your hands move to the hem of his shirt, fingers dipping under the shirt to touch the soft skin of his stomach. you feel him twitch under your touch, one of his hands shooting to hold your wrist.
you look at haechan, ready to ask if heâs okay, but he shakes his head before you speak. âiâm okay, itâs just⊠itâs been awhile since anyoneâs touched me like this⊠itâs nice when itâs you.â
you can feel your body warm up at his words, kissing his cheek before moving to kiss his jaw. heâs letting out small whines, growing more eager as your hands explore his body. while one of your hands travel up, one hand moves to squeeze his bulge, watching in awe as his whole body shivers.
haechanâs grip on you tightens, his head falling back into the pillows, âyou donât know how much iâve wanted to fuck you.â
you tease him a bit, your hand dipping under his sweats only to find him with no boxers on. he laughs sheepishly as you tut, moving to take his sweats off.
for the first time since you started dating haechan, you watch his cock slap against his abdomen, leaking precum and pink at the tip, waiting for your warm walls to wrap around him.
he groans when you stare for too long, covering his face with an arm. laughing, you press a kiss near his hip bone, watching his cock twitch with need. âyouâre so pretty, haechan, all for me.â
he lets out a sound of embarrassment before you move to kiss him again. your hand slowly wraps around the base, just squeezing as you get a feel for him. his hips try to fuck up into your hold, but you ask him to slow down. you go back to kissing him slowly, letting his patience wear thin as you jerk him off.
itâs a few moments later when he lets out a small whimper, one hand moving to stop yours. you look at him, his lips swollen and cheeks flushed, his hooded eyes looking slightly embarrassed, âif you keep doing that, i-iâll-â
âo-oh. yeah, iâll stop, just-â you shuffle to sit right back on his thighs, âcan we⊠can we do it like this?â
he sits up straight, biting down on his lip as his eyes rake over your body. even if you tell yourself not to get shy in front of your boyfriend, your best friend, itâs not easy. especially with how you can visually see his length twitch.
he eventually responds, âyeah⊠this is perfect⊠no complaints from meâŠâ one of his hands move to grope at your boob, watching as you arch your back into his touch, letting him take what he wants.
when you move to sit right on top of his length, he lets out a shaky breath, eyes fluttering shut as he grips onto the sheets. âi donâtâŠâ he starts, âi donât think iâll last long.â
you smile down at him, âitâs okay, haechan. you already made me cum from just your thigh, it really canât get more embarrassing than that.â
he laughs, one hand subconsciously moving to hold yours, âit wasnât embarrassing though! it was the best thing iâve ever seen in all my years of living!â
âwhich isnât even a long time, youâre just too horny for your own good.â
he reaches up to kiss you, soft and gentle, contrasting the current situation you both are in. thereâs a pleased look on his face when he pulls away, âiâm glad that iâm doing this with you. itâs been⊠it really has been a long time coming.â
âwe were so stupid for waiting this long. we both knew what we wanted, too. it wasnât even a secret to anyone.â
âlike all those times iâd catch you staring when my shirt lifted up just a little,â haechan adds.
âyou just ruined our sweet moment! so what if i stared at you so much? you did the exact same! like you wouldnât have to cover yourself with a pillow when you got hard in front of me!â
haechan huffs, âyou caught me literally just that one time!â
âyouâre lucky that i...â you cut yourself off, softly smiling as you look away.
he smiles, cheeks turning a darker shade of pink. he whispers out an i love you, too.
you become aware of how much he needs you when he grinds you down on him. he looks up at you, âcan you help me?â
âof course.â
you move to take off your panties, failing to ignore his hard stare. he's seeing you bare for the first time, so warm on top of him as you wait for his next moves. as much as he's desperate to fuck you, there's a softness in his eyes, almost as if he were falling in love all over again.
groaning out in embarrassment, you move to bury your head in his neck, but haechan pulls you right back. he lets out a quiet laugh, shushing you softly as he pushes his hips against yours. he grows quiet once his cock rubs against your slit, feeling just how wet you are. he looks at you, eyes hazy and glazed over at the thought of finally being able to be inside you.
"let me know if you want me to stop, just... i want this to be good for the both of us," haechan whispers, trying hard to keep control.
"i want you to do whatever feels right. if it's with you, then... you've known me for long enough."
he shuts his eyes at your words, and you can feel how his cock twitches against your cunt. you reach a hand up to his cheek, watching as he rubs his face against it. you call out his name softly, telling him that you're ready. he takes in a deep breath as you position yourself over his cock, slowly lowering yourself down.
a whimper gets caught in his throat when his tip enters, his grip on your hips tightening as he tries to keep himself together. it only gets worse for him as you take more of him in, the sweet sound of your moans only spurring him on. all he can think about is you, the feeling of you, the love he holds for you, and how he only ever wants to do this with you.
you bottom out, nails digging into his shoulders as you grind down on him, cries of his name filling the air. haechan can feel that he's close to cumming, his cock twitching deep inside you. he can't help it, not with how you look, how you feel, how you say his name. you're perfect in his eyes, and he's been wanting this for too long for it to end too early.
so he does what he knows best: talk.
"i can- i can barely think right now, but-" a groan leaves him as you try to move on top of him. haechan stops you, holding your hips as he tries to calm himself down. "i've needed this for so long, i spent too many night dreaming about fucking this pretty pussy."
you shiver on top of him, letting out a whimper of his name when he reaches a thumb down to your clit. haechan lets out a pretty cry when you tighten around him, "you needed this too, didn't you? i know it's harder for you to say it, but you need me just as bad, right?"
you mouth the word yes, not knowing if haechan can see you or not. it doesn't matter, you know he knows what you think. it's apparent in the way he kisses your shoulder before gripping your hips, beginning to bounce you on top of him. "too many times i spent dreaming about this, dreaming about having you so needy for me. i wonder if you thought of me too? thought about me being wrapped around your finger, ready to do anything you asked me to?"
he stops speaking in order to moan out at the feeling of you, humming against your skin as he tries to press kisses onto your shoulder. he can't help but be loud, quickly giving up as he ruts up into you. "i would do anything you asked me to," he continues, "i wanna make up for all the lost time."
he can feel you start to slow down, growing tired of being on top of him. he slowly moves you to lay down on the couch, moving as quick as he can to bury his cock in his warmth. that's when you give up, openly moaning out to haechan as you feel his cock hit your sweet spots.
he whines when you clamp down on him, feeling his cock throb with the need to cum.
that's when you really look at him, realizing just how much you've held your feeling back from him. haechan always poured his heart out to you, and you fought hard to keep up with him. he always appreciated it, always told you to take your time, that there was no rush.
you feel it come crashing down on you.
you love him.
haechan can barely form any thoughts other than pleasing you, so when he hears a small whisper of his name, he has to focus. he looks at you, eyes slightly widening as he sees the tears in your eyes, a soft smile on your face before you moan out. you try to compose yourself again, locking eyes with him, and you speak just loud enough for him to hear, "i really do like you, haechan. everything, all that you do. i like it all."
haechan cums, gritting his teeth as he fills you up with his cum. his head falls to your shoulder, and you can hear jumbles of words spilling out of his mouth. thank you- i love you- i can't- just- please. in a rush of emotions, haechan reaches down to your clit again, fingers moving messily to get you to cum with him.
it doesn't take long for you to cum, back arching and your chest pressing against his as you cry out his name. he tries to watch you, but his eyes shut as you slightly overstimulate him, whines and huffs of breaths coming out of him.
the both of you stay in the same spot, haechan collapsed on top of you as you run your fingers down his back. you can feel his cum seep out of your cunt. a small noise of discontent escapes you, and haechan whines in annoyance as he forces himself to get up. he looks down at you in wonder, the sight of you ruined by him almost turning him on again.
you tap his thigh, calling his attention. he hums, waiting for words that never come. he smiles, though, used to it all as you huff out. he reaches down, cupping your cheek before pulling you into a kiss. your mouth moves slowly against his, enjoying how he melts into your touch.
you pull away to catch your breath, your eyes fluttering shut with how tired you are. you don't need to see haechan to know he's smiling at you, you can feel it radiate off of him.
"you know, i really like you, too," haechan smiles. he can't help but move to press kisses all over your skin: your shoulders, between the valley of your chest, your stomach. he loves it all. you whine out, trying to push his head away. he laughs before settling his head on your stomach, one hand moving to trace patterns on your thigh.
he's quiet for a few more moments, but never being able to stay too quiet around you, "i mean it. you know how i feel, i tell you in every moment i can."
he sighs when your fingers brush through his hair, "it meant a lot for me when you told me how you felt a bit ago. i literally came when you said it, i couldn't hold myself back."
you laugh, haechan whining as he rubs his face against your skin, "thank you, for everything. for forgiving me, for letting me in your life like this."
you hum, "i don't think i'd be able to keep myself away from you. you just... always seemed like so permanent in my life."
his breath begins to even out, and you think he might fall asleep. you let your eyes close, a dream coming to dance around in your mind. before you can, though, haechan rushes up to kiss you one last time. he giggles into the kiss, and you can't help but laugh back, arms wrapping around his neck.
this is where you're supposed to be.
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i can see you
pairing: aaron hotchner x f!reader summary: "here i was thinking that i was special because you would only look at me with that desperate look on your face, but i see that you give any old man that look, right?â content warnings: jealous!hotch, reader is a panther (aren't we all), bathroom sex, mirror sex, p in v, sexual tension, unprotected sex (r mentions being on birth control but wrap it before you tap it!), rough sex, dirty talk, size kink if u squint, spanking, hair pulling, choking, dom!hotch, sub!reader. word count: 3.9k (yâall this was not supposed to be this long lmao) notes: day 18 of @hotchfiles marchhotchness 'self-image' but also HEAVILY inspired by this post from @softhairedhotch because it made me go FERAL and i love jealous hotch (but pls lmk if taking inspo was okay!!) this is also my first hotch fic ever so pls lmk ur thoughts or any other feedback <333
aaron hotchner was not a jealous man.
he had no right to be jealous over something that technically did not exist or someone that technically was not his.
and although he only had himself to blame for that, he really did wish that you were his. and as much as he was telling himself not to be, he was jealous.
but it wasnât the typical jealous where he watched you be approached by someone much younger than himâsomeone your own age instead of hisâand by someone who already had him beat in reciprocating that flirtatious energy you often used on aaron himself.
no, this type of jealousy was one that was boosting his ego and making him feel lightweight, albeit the fact that it still made him see red.
it was a typical night out with the rest of the team, all of you having agreed that the eight of you were in need of a couple of drinks after some long weeks of paperwork and back and forth cases.
you were all engrossed in the conversation, but you had left the table to get yourself another refill on your drink and had taken far too long than it normally would have, the rest of the younger membersâall besides reidâhaving decided on hitting up the dance floor throughout the time you hadnât returned to your seat.
it was practically natural for aaron to look for you in a crowd, but what he hadnât expected to find was you, sitting in a bar stool on the right side of the bar, being hit up by a man who had to have been a couple of years older than aaron himself.
the front hairs of the manâs head were peeking of several grey hairs, paired with a matching grey beard and an overall radiance that screamed of that older man type that you were apparently into.
the sudden revelation made aaron feel dizzy, the confirmation of your attraction towards older men making his pants tighten as he watched the way you stared up at the man with that sultry look of yoursâthe one where you were somehow able to perfectly mix mischief and innocence seamlessly together.
while you had used that look on aaron countless times before, times where it had been only you and him alone in his office, way past working hours, he had never done anything about it. but, god, as he watched you do it to someone else, out on the open, there was nothing he was currently regretting more.
aaronâs train of thought was interrupted as he felt someone kick him from underneath the table he sat at, whipping his head to the person in front of him only to find rossi staring at him with a smug look on his face.
he cleared his throat, âwhat?â
aaron mentally cringed at the way his voice wavered.
âyou gonna be done being jealous anytime soon and make a move or are you just gonna sit there throwing daggers at the guy?â dave asked, brows raised.
he took a long sip from his drink, trying to avoid the question for as long as he could as he tried to compose himself, âi donât know what youâre talking about,â
rossi rolled his eyes, âoh, please, aaron. you donât have to be a profiler to notice the way you can cut the tension thatâs between the both of you with a butter knife,â
aaronâs brows furrowed.
âyou have all the confirmation you need right there,â dave pointed his thumb behind him, signaling at you and the man, âif thatâs not enough for you, then iâm declaring you helpless at this point,â he let out a sigh, standing from his seat, âiâm going to get another drink and if i find you still sitting here, wallowing in your thoughts after getting my refill, iâll go up to them and encourage her to go home with the man.â
aaronâs fists clenched at the thought. at the thought of you sprawled on the bed of another man, wearing that same look you had on just now and staring up at him as youâ
his body acted faster than his brain did, and before he even had the chance to process what he was doing, he stood from his own stool, not allowing for another moment to pass by as he stormed over to where you and the man were sitting.
from your side of the room, you can see aaron make his way over to you through the peripheral of your vision, the excitement of finally getting a reaction out of him making your heart skip and your thighs press together as you took into count the way his fists clenched and unclenched at his sides.
the pressure you put on your thighs didnât do anything to relieve the ache you felt in your core as he reached where you sat, coming to stand behindâwas his name michael? although the stranger you had began talking to was definitely older than him, aaron was a good several inches taller, towering over the both of you.
he cleared his throat, cutting michael off from whatever he had been talking to you about as he turned around with a raised brow. aaronâs expression didnât falter, not sparing a single glance at the man as his eyes landed on you, ây/n, can i speak to you for a moment?â
you mentally rolled your eyes. ever the formal one.
michael scoffed from in front of him, angling his body so that he was able to properly glare daggers at your boss, âwe were in the middle of a conversation here, if you donât mind?â
although your attraction for aaron skyrocketed in comparison to the man you had just met, you were thriving off of the jealousy radiating off of the one you wanted the most, the ache in your stomach only growing.
before aaron had the chance to shoot out a reply, you set your hand on michaelâs forearm, giving him a small, but sad smile, âiâm sorry, michael,â you butted in, jumping off of the bar stool, âiâll be right back, okay?â
another scoff comes from michaelâs direction, âwhatever,â he grabs his drink and rolls his eyes, âdonât even bother coming back,â
ew.
this time you actually rolled your eyes, grabbing at your drink and drowning the rest of it. you shrug, âolder men are always a hit or miss,â you mumble, setting the glass down.
aaronâs hand comes to wrap around your wrist, a firm but gentle grip on it as he pulls you close to him, âletâs go,â he seethes in your ear.
you hide a smirk as you follow behind him, letting your body practically flail as you struggle to keep up with him. when he notices your staggered pace, he matches his footsteps with yours, moving his hand from your wrist to your waist as he guides you through the crowd and towards the hallway that lead towards the barâs restrooms.
the both of you gave a silent thanks at the fact that there was no line, the hallway scarce and dimly lit with the exception of a few people standing together against the walls, either flirting or talking.
âwhat are you doing?â you ask, standing behind him as he knocks on one of the doors, his grip on your waist still very much present.
âyouâll see,â he mumbles, yanking the door open by the knob after no one replies and pulling the both of you inside before slamming the door shut behind him.
you try to take a good look at the interior of the bathroom, trying to guess if it was a good enough place to do whatever the two of you were about to do.
a faint gasp escapes your lips as you feel something hard press into your ass, immediately melting as one of aaronâs big hands comes to rub at the side of your leg, right below your hip. his whole body comes up behind yours, his other free hand coming to your stomach to press you into him.
âaaronââ you try to speak but get cut off as you let out another gasp, one almost like a sigh, as the hand that was rubbing at your leg sneaks further up and wraps itself around your hip, aaronâs thick fingers digging into your skin despite the material of your shorts that blocked his hand.
aaron dips his head so that his mouth is right next to your ear, his breath and the faint touch of his lips against the lower part of your jawline sending shivers down your spine.
âis this okay?â he asks softly, a total contrast from the vice grip he had on both your front and hip.
you nod quickly, your hand coming up to your right where he held your hip to wrap around his own.
âuse your words, honey,â
the pet name makes you whimper and your thighs clench in spite of the fact that you were standing up. you let out a ragged breath as he awaits for your answer, the hand that was pressed to your stomach furthering down until it was right above your pelvis but below your tummy, pushing you further back until you could feel how hard he actually was.
you whine, your other hand coming to wrap around that one, too, âyes,â you sigh, âitâs okay,â
aaron presses his lips into that same spot below your jaw, gently and lovingly before whipping you around so that you were facing him and pushing you up against the counter.
not even giving you a chance to process what he had just done, his lips crash onto yours roughly, making you moan directly into his mouth. your bring your arms up around his neck, running your fingers through his hair and tugging.
aaron hisses, slapping at your thigh in a firm way that had you let out another moan.
âaaron,â you whine, pushing up into his chest out of desperation.
he hums, âdo you want my attention now?â he asks through the kiss, âdonât wanna go back and talk to that guy you were all over just a couple of minutes ago?â
âno,â you mumble, huffing as he breaks away from you to wrap his fingers around your chin.
he chuckles as your lips form into a puffy pout, âhere i was thinking that i was special because you would only look at me with that desperate look on your face, but i see that you give any old man that look, right?â
âno!â you whine again, your arms dropping from around his neck to wrap around his bicep, squeezing at the muscle to try and pull him closer to you, âjust you!â
his confidence was beyond what it normally was, feeling you squirm from against him yet still wanting his touch, âreally? so you werenât planning on going home with that man? all those times you touched his shoulder or the times he would touch your thigh meant nothing?â
âyes, they didnât mean anything!â you huff, âyouâre the one i want to go home with all the time!â
aaronâs heart clenched at your confession, knowing that deep down you really did mean all the time. he had just never been sure if you truly were interested in living a joint life with him. up until now, that is.
he brings his hands to your back, right by your shoulder blades as he connects your lips once more. your shoulders relax and you lean into him with earnest, squeezing at the muscle from his bicep.
you hum, satisfied as he begins to run his hands up and down, resulting in the fabric of your shirt lifting with every time he went up, eventually ending up in nothing but rolled up fabric under his palm. he breaks the kiss once more to toss your shirt over your head and near the sinkâs counter, leaving you in only your shorts.
aaron stared at your bare breasts, not expecting you to have not been wearing a bra despite the tight shirt you just had on.
you shiver under his gaze, opening your mouth to say something before he lowered himself and quickly attached a mouth to one of your breasts, the other one coming up to grab and squeeze at it. you moan, gripping onto the marble counter for support as he presses sloppy and wet kisses to each breast.
his fingers come to undo the button of your shorts, hooking them inside your panties before shoving both articles of clothing down your legs, signaling you to kick them off of you. you toed your shoes off as well, leaving you completely naked and bare for him while he remained fully clothed.
he turns you around gently, bringing you face to face with the sight of you completely stripped in the mirror, the image making you clench your thighs together once more as you stabilized yourself on the sink.
aaronâs hands soothed all around your body, a whimper leaving you at the feeling of his calloused hands groping at your breasts before moving down to your soaking pussy.
as if on instinct, you spread your legs open for him, practically inviting him to dip his fingers into your folds and inside your entrance. the thickness of both his index and middle fingers stretching you out. you knew you had always loved his hands for a reason.
a moan bounced off the walls as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, moving torturously slow before he began to pick up the pace. you could feel your slick drip onto the floor and probably onto the rest of his hand, but all you could focus on was shamelessly bucking your hips into your hand and spreading your legs for even more access.
âyouâre soaking, honey,â aaron says, hand coming back around to squeeze at your breast again, leaving you gasping as he pinched your nipples.
you whimpered, âjust for you,â
ââjust for me?ââ he repeats, ânot for anyone else, right?â
you shake your head no, pussy clenching around his fingers, âj-just for you, aaron,â
his hand left your breast to smack at your ass, making you jump, âgood girl,â
with that, he takes his fingers out of you, a throaty whine leaving your lips at the empty feeling. you arched your back into him, but immediately stilled at the sound of him removing his belt filled the room. you watched from the mirror in front of you as he undid his pants button, reaching past his boxers to pull out his cock.
oh shit.
your mouth dropped at the sight of his dick spring out from where it had been confined, your slick hole clenching at nothing at how big he was. you knew that aaron hotchner was definition of big dick energy, always wondered what he was secretly packing, but now you wondered if you were going to be able to take it all.
he was thick, veiny all around with girth too thick that it hurt just looking at him. as much as you could tell you wouldnât be able to walk after this, it excited you far too much.
you gulped, meeting his eyes in the mirror, landing on his hungry gaze, âis it going to fit?â you ask quietly, trying to bring your legs back together.
âweâll make it fit,â he says, sounding confident of himself, a hand coming to stop you from closing your legs, âwill you let me know if itâs too much?â
you take another look at his cock before giving him a determined look, âi will,â you nod.
he nods back, angling your head with his hand so he could press a kiss to your mouth.
you give into him easily, arching into him until you feel the tip of his cock slip through your wet folds and line up with your entrance. you had taken dick before, but never this big, so as he gave you one last look, you took a deep breath before feeling him sink into you.
you gasp, already feeling full by just the tip, though the slickness of your pussy helping you in adjust.
âstill good, honey?â
you nod again, too busy focusing on how his length was stretching you out further than his fingers had.
smack!
aaronâs hand landed another spank on your ass, making you snap your heads toward him with a confused, dumbfounded expression. he glared, âuse your words.â
you huffed, doing your best to not roll your eyes, âstill good,â you replied, going back to focusing on how full your pussy already felt, âis it in yet?â
âalmost, baby,â you whined again, pushing your ass back onto him and earning yourself another inch inside.
humming in delight, you felt aaron begin to move, setting a slow pace as he inched himself in and out to get you used to the length that was already inside you.
âaaron,â you sighed, âgive it all to me,â you pleaded at him through the mirror, âi can take it,â
he studied your expression, all needy and flushed as you tried to buck your hips further back to fill yourself up more, âlet me know if itâs too much,â he warned.
you nodded eagerly but didnât get a chance to reply as he shoved the rest of his length inside, the tip immediately hitting that one spot. you gasped loudly, the feeling of his whole cock inside you awakening a hunger inside of you, âfuck,â you moaned, dropping your hands so that you were resting with your elbows on the counter, âplease, aaron. move,â
he hesitated for another moment, and just as you were about to look behind you, you felt him begin to move, pistoling his hips into your ass roughly.
you let out a shriek, your hands grabbing at anything you could reach in order to stabilize yourself as he began to mercilessly pound into you from behind. he slipped his dick in and out of you each time, your pussy hugging the veiny length each time he did.
the sounds your juices made due to you being soaked vibrated against the room each time his hips hit your ass roughly, and it only edged you on further.
âa-aaron,â you moan, breasts jiggling against the cold sink as the girth of his cock stretched you out, âaaron! oh, fuck!â
you thought you had felt good getting his attention when you were back flirting with the guy, but nothing could have prepared you for the feeling of his dick slamming into you.
from above, aaron grunted and groaned, fingers and nails digging into your hips harshly as he pounded into your perfect pussy. he loved the way you clenched around him, taking it back perfectly each time he slipped back in.
his hand reached for your hair, wrapping his hand around it and pulling you back until you were flush against him with your back still perfectly arched. he dropped his hand from your head to wrap around your neck, fingers digging into the sides.
you gasped, not having a choice as you looked at him through the now foggy mirror, the image of your body rocking with every smack against your body only adding onto the sensation.
âsuch a perfect pussy,â aaron grumbled into your ear, âthis pussy was made for me, wasnât it sweetheart?â
you did your best to nod regardless of how weak your body felt, of the way you could feel your slick drip down to your thighs or the way you were drooling from your open mouth, âbelongs to you, aaron,â you mumble, surprisingly coherently despite the way he was choking you.
âyeah, it does,â he grunts, free hand coming to grab at your stomach again before pushing against the spot where his cock was evidently sliding in and out of you, making you squirm, âthis greedy pussy belongs to me. not to that bastard you were flirting with, right, honey?â
you nod again, eyes stuck on the tummy bulge you currently displayed, your hole clenching at aaronâs cock even tighter at the way the indent disappeared when he slipped out versus when it reappeared when slipping back in.
âfeels so good, aaron,â you mumble, saliva dropping from your lips and onto your pointy, practically rock hard nipples that jiggled with each thrust.
âyeah?â he asks, breath hot against your ear, âtaking it so well for me, such a good girl,â he praises, hand leaving from your stomach to slither down to where your bodies connected.
you let out a squeal as his middle finger slipped through your finger and his index began to rub furiously at your swollen clit, the feeling making the knot in your stomach tighten and tighten.
you babbled aaronâs name like a loose mantra, bodies rocking together as he quickened his pace after realizing that you were close to orgasming, hand tightening around your neck and finger rubbing even faster than before.
âcâmon, honey, come for me,â he encouraged, âcome all over my cock, pretty girl,â
it was all the confirmation you need to let yourself go, body shaking and aaronâs name being repeated as you chased the high, glad that he was holding you up with his hands as your whole body stuttered.
the feeling of your pussy clenching and unclenching around him violently made aaron groan, sweat dripping down his body as he began to reach his own high just from the way your body reacted to orgasming from his dick. from the way he was fucking you and from the way he was naming you as his own.
you could feel his pace falter from behind you, lazily meeting his pace as you tried to encourage him to finish, âcome in me, aaron, please,â you whined, needing to feel him fill you up to the point where his come would leak out of you, âfill up my pussy, aaron,â
he gave you a look of unsureness through the mirror before you nodded at him, âiâm on the pill. itâs okay. please,â
that had been all the confirmation he need for him to finish inside you, his cock twitching inside you as his seed filled you up, making you moan as you rode out your own orgasm, still clenching tightly around him.
you giggled at the way his body practically toppled onto yours as he tried to catch himself, bodies pressed together as he held onto the counter with his dick still inside you.
he snaked his hand around the side of your face as his breath evened, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek and shutting up your whines as he pulled out from inside you with a kiss to your mouth.
âjackâs at a sleepover today,â he says after a few moments of silence.
you inch an eyebrow at him, watching as he leaned over to grab some toilet paper, snatching some off the holder before wiping himself clean of you and wincing at the sensitivity as he wiped gently at your own folds and thighs, âis he now?â
he hums, tucking himself back into his boxers and quickly buttoning his pants to help you put your own clothes on, âhe is,â he grabbed your discarded shorts and parties from the floor and signaled you to lift your legs, âwe can go home and iâll wake you up with breakfast in bed and ask you to be go on an official date with me in the morning,â
your heart pulls as he buttons up your shorts for you, reaching for your shirt, too, âiâll only say yes if we keep going when we get home,â you admit, making him freeze in his movements.
he pinched your nipple.
#marchhotchness#aaron hotchner#aaron hotchner x reader#aaron hotchner x you#aaron hotchner fanfic#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfic#spencer reid#david rossi#derek morgan#penelope garcia#emily prentiss#jennifer jareau#maddieâs stills
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Confessing (Alternate)
Mean!Stepmom!Wanda x Pervy!Reader
After months of spying on your stepmother, youâre finally caught and made to confess far more than youâd expected.
CW: Non-consensual spying, underwear stealing and other nefarious acts, mentions of masturbation, stepmom/stepdaughter, intense questioning, dacryphilia (kinda), humiliation, spanking, mommy kink, accidental orgasm, arousal tasting, allusion of oral (W receiving)
Word Count: 3.9k
A/N: This is literally the exact same fic I posted yesterday but with a non g!p reader. The only things that have changed are the readerâs anatomy and the ending.
You stood in front of the bathroom mirror, still mostly naked from the long shower youâd just taken. You stood up on your tippy toes in order to highlight the main attraction: your new lacy thong underwear.
Youâd stolen them from your stepmother Wanda's wardrobe earlier while she was busy making dinner. When youâd found them, you just knew you had to have them.
It was the first time youâd ever stolen her panties to wear, and the act both scared and aroused you. It was one of the boldest moves youâd ever made in your months of silent admiration of Wanda.
Not to say that the stuff youâd been doing up until this was innocent or tame, by any means. This was just the furthest youâd ever pushed the envelope.
Itâs not that you wanted to get caught, per se, but the risk was enticing. It was sort of like exhibitionism. The risk of being in public added excitement, but that didnât mean you wanted to get arrested for public indecency.
âHoney! Dinnerâs ready!â Wandaâs voice cut off your thoughts from the dining room.
You frowned, not ready to get dressed quite yet. Nonetheless, you shouted from the bathroom, âIâll be down in a second!â before slipping on your plaid pajama pants and an old band t-shirt. Itâs fine. Youâd be nice and quick with dinner, then you could slip away to the privacy of your room for the rest of night. You had a better mirror in there anyway: a full body one that would solve this tip toe problem. Maybe you could even put on a bit of a fashion show for yourself, trying on all of your favorite bras and deciding which one made for the best set.
You took a deep breath, trying to mask your excitement. It was going to be a perfect night. All you had to do was make it through dinner first.
You walked nervously down the stairs into the dining room where you found Wanda dishing out pasta onto each of your plates. She offered you a gentle smile upon arrival. âOh good, you made it. I was worried for a second there youâd make me eat alone. Just pasta tonight, nothing fancy. I hope you donât mind.â
âOh, uh, itâs no problem at all,ââ you assured. âAnything you make will surely be delicious.â You tried to offer her the same smile sheâd offered you, but it came out awkward and uneven. It was clear you were nervous. You cursed yourself for your inability to hide your feelings from her.
She tilted her head in slight confusion. âAre you feeling alright? You look a little flushed.â
âI⊠uh⊠yeah Iâm fine. I mustâve just taken a really hot shower,â you attempted to explain. She clearly wasnât buying it. You shrank back in your chair a little bit. While it was sexy, the thin cut of the underwear wasnât exactly comfortable. You shifted around as the fabric crept up into uncomfortable places.
âAre you sure?â she asked, unconvinced. âLet me feel your head.â She leaned over the table, giving you a clear view down the front of her shirt. Fuck. She wasnât wearing anything underneath her blouse. You inhaled shakily, shifting even more obviously as you felt yourself grow wet at the sight of her.
She touched your head with the back of her hand. Her brows furrowed in confusion as your uncomfortable wiggling became more pronounced. âDarling, you seem terribly restless. Whatâs going on?â She was starting to catch on, at least, to the fact you were keeping something from her. Though she couldnât pinpoint what it was, she was certain she could get it out of you. You were never very good at keeping secrets, especially not from her.
You scooted your chair backwards, determined to escape this situation as quickly as possible. âI⊠uh⊠Actually I am feeling a bit poorly. I better go up to my room.â You made a move to try and get up, but she grabbed your wrist before you could escape.
You turned to let her and you were met with a glare that nearly made you crumble. She looked at you like she was looking into your soul, like she was some sort of omnipotent goddess that already knew every secret youâd ever tried to keep. âHoney,â she said, voice even and emotionless, âI think we need to have a talk.â
Tears welled up in your eyes as you collapsed back down into your seat. âIâm sorry, mommy,â you whispered tearfully. How could she possibly know? Did she see something by accident?
She smiled knowingly. She had you now. That poor little head of yours couldnât come up with a lie right now no matter how hard you tried. She circled the table and squatted down next to your chair, squeezing your hand and soothingly rubbing your temple with her thumb. âItâs okay, baby. Mommyâs not mad. I just need you to tell me what happened, okay? Itâs okay, you can tell mommy.â
You swallowed. So she didnât know. If you played your cards right, you could still make it out of this. Subconsciously, you crossed your legs, squeezing them tightly together to hide yourself from her. It was a painfully obvious move, but her soft voice and her hand on your head were making it so very hard to think clearly.
Wanda smirked and ran her hand up the side of your hip. Whatever you were hiding was somewhere in here.
Her hand slid over the fabric of your baggy pajama pants. Oddly enough, she couldnât feel any underwear underneath the pants. Your secret wasnât just that you werenât wearing underwear, was it? No. As her hand got further up your waist, she felt them. It was different from anything sheâd ever known you to wear. The fabric didnât make its way around your waist until it was up over your hip bones.
âHoney,â she said calmly. âWhat are you wearing under your pajamas?â
Your mouth went dry and you froze, unsure how to answer her question. You decided it was best to play dumb. âW-what do you mean? Underwear.â
âOh come on now darling,â she said, voice soft but slightly perturbed. âYou know what Iâm talking about. What underwear are you wearing right now?â
Your eyes darted around the room, avoiding her gaze at all cost. She wasnât going to check if you lied, was she? âJust my⊠white cotton ones.â
âAre you sure?â She asked, unconvinced. âDo you mind if I lift up your shirt so I can make sure?â
Your hands flew to your waist, pinning your shirt to your body. âI⊠uh⊠I donât feel comfortable showing you my underwear.â
She pursed her lips, annoyed with your evasiveness. She had started to believe that her soft mommy act wasnât going to cut it, if she really wanted you to confess. âDarling, Iâve seen you in your panties countless times before. Hell, I probably bought you those underwear. Why are you getting so bashful all the sudden?â
You curled up tighter. You knew she was on to you by this point, but the humiliation of revealing yourself was too much. âI just⊠I donât wanna show you, okay?â Your bottom lip quivered, tears threatened to spill from your eyes.
Wanda stood up, pushing your chair back until it hit the wall. You gasped, looking up at her, frightened as she loomed over you menacingly. âAlright, darling. If you canât be a good girl and tell mommy whatâs going on, Iâm going to have to pull you over my lap, push your pants down to your ankles, and spank you in whatever panties youâre wearing, okay? So Iâll ask you one more time. What. Underwear. Are. You. Wearing. Right. Now?â
Your eyes went wide. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. Your entire body started to shake as you stared up at her, frozen. Her gaze was harsh now, face unmoving as she waited on an answer.
Finally the dam broke. A cry ripped from your throat and tears poured down your face. You crumbled to pieces underneath her. âIâm not wearing my underwear, Iâm wearing yours! Iâm sorry! I know I shouldnât have done it. And I know I shouldnât have lied! Iâm sorry! Iâm sorry!â You sobbed.
She shrunk back down, squatting again on the floor in front of you. She could hardly hide the pleasure she got from watching you shake and sob underneath her. She took your hand in hers, wiping away your tears. âSee, baby? That wasnât so hard, was it?â
You melted into her hand. You were truly hers now. No more lying, no more games. No more thoughts in your precious little head aside from âdo exactly what mommy tells you to doâ. Any resistance you had had melted away.
âCan you tell mommy why you were wearing her panties, sweetheart?â She asked softly.
âI wanted to be pretty,â you cried weakly. âLike you.â
Wanda tilted her head. You had plenty of underwear of your own. She even let you get the fancy stuff sometimes. Certainly your own underwear collection was more expansive than hers. âWere your own pretty panties not working for you? You just had to steal some of mommyâs?â
You nodded. Your head was so jumbled it felt like the confessions were spilling out of you. âI see you through the door sometimes, when youâre getting dressed. You just look so⊠perfect with your matching bras and panties,â you confessed.
âYou see me through the door?â She asked, noting how you had said âseeâ rather than âwatchâ. âDo you spy on mommy while sheâs naked? Do you watch me when I change my clothes?â
Your head lulled to the side. âNo! âŠyes⊠sometimes.â You confessed, getting quieter with each statement.
She raised her eyebrows, surprised and amused by your unswerving honesty. Sheâd known, of course, about your little habits. You werenât as sneaky as you thought. However, having you blubbering under her, confessing every little thing youâd ever done, brought her immense satisfaction.
She ran her hand up your upper thigh again, lightly tracing shapes with her fingers. âHow long have you been spying on mommy, huh?â
You sighed, feeling the wet spot on the underwear grow. Her touch was so memorizing you nearly forgot to answer the question. She pulled her hand away, grabbing your face and raising her eyebrows expectantly. You snapped out of your haze. âI donât know! I donât know how it started! Please! I promise Iâm not a naughty girl!â
Her hand moved up to your hair, gently wiping it from her face. Her rapid switching from gentle to harsh was making your head spin. âItâs okay, sweetheart. Mommyâs not mad. Youâre doing a very good job being honest with me.â She leaned forward, so close you could feel her breath against your ear. âHow does it make you feel, watching me in my room like that? Watching me change my clothes and seeing my pretty lingerie?â
âG-good,â you answered hazily. âI just⊠I like to see, sometimes.â
She was slowly climbing up your body, almost in your lap now. âYou just like to see sometimes, hmm?â She repeated. âIs that all?â
âSometimes I-I like to⊠um⊠to-touch my⊠in the hallway while I watch,â you confessed, too scared and hazy to lie to her anymore.
A faint smile grew on her lips. She could hardly believe how vulnerable sheâd made you. Sheâd never quite seen you like this before. âThatâs quite naughty of you, darling. You canât just touch yourself in the hallway like that. Someone could catch you, you know.â
âDad almost⊠one time he saw⊠but he didnât know what I was doing and I pretended I was waiting on you.â
She sat on your knees, rubbing soothing circles on your collarbones and shoulders. âDad almost caught you, huh? And what were you doing, exactly?â
âJust⊠rubbing⊠on the outside. I didnât have my h-hands in my pants or anything,â you stammered.
She leaned forward again, moving her hands down to your hips. âThat was a very very naughty thing to do, little girl. I better not catch you rubbing yourself in the hallway again.â
You shook your head. âIt will never happen again! I promise!â
She grabbed your face again, significantly softer now that sheâd already broken you. She simply lifted your chin to look her in the eyes. âNo more lying, darling. I want to know the truth. Are you going to stop spying on me?â
You nodded frantically, determined to never find yourself in this situation again. âNever! I swear!â
âGood girl,â she cooed. She gently rubbed your cheek with her thumb. âAnd no more stealing my underwear, agreed?â
You nodded again, driven to yet another confession you hadnât planned on making. âNo more! And no more stealing the dirty ones either. I wonât even snoop again! I promise!â
âOh?â Wanda purred, âSo youâve been stealing my dirty panties too? Not just the clean ones?â Once again, she had been noticing her panties in your laundry instead of hers for months now. She was under no illusion that they were ending up there accidentally.
âThis⊠this was the first time I stole any clean ones! Iâve never worn them before either!â You defended.
She hummed softly, pretending to ponder your confession. âHmm. And what, exactly, do you do with my dirty panties?â
âI just⊠smell,â you confessed. âSome I use them to⊠t-touch myself with.â
âYou use them when you touch yourself?â She asked, her voice still gentle and sweet. She ran her hands through your hair with an air of possession.
You nodded. âOne time I had⊠I had a taste. But just one time!â
She chuckled smugly. âOh?â She smirked down at you. âYou took a taste, huh? Just once?â
You nodded. You were so terribly embarrassed. You wanted to throw yourself into her and beg her for forgiveness, but you doubted it would help.
âAnd how did I taste, darling?â She asked.
You moaned a little at the memory, hips bucking up as you felt yourself grow even wetter. âReally g-good. Iâd never⊠finished that much before.â
âAww,â she chuckled again. âDid you cum really hard when you tasted mommy?â
You nodded. Her hands traced light patterns on your hips, making their way to your stomach. âJust from a little taste?â She asked again, egging you on for more details.
âI⊠it kinda sprayed everywhere,â you explained. âIâve never done that before.â
You were so wet now, youâd soaked through both the thin fabric of the underwear and your pants, leaving a wet spot on your chair. Wanda looked down at the spot and smirked smugly.
âIt looks like maybe you enjoyed it, huh?â She lightly traced the waistband of your pants, getting close but not quite touching the wet parts of the fabric.
You whimpered and bucked your hips up, trying to get her hand closer to where you needed it. âY-yeah. I didnât know it could⊠happen like that.â
Wanda hummed, pondering your words. âYeah, sweetheart. It happens like that sometimes when you feel really really good.â
You nodded, still sniffling. The whole ordeal had you beyond embarrassed, yet you noticed that your arousal persisted through the embarrassment. Perhaps it was even worsened by it.
âCan-can I go to my room?â You stuttered. You had to get out of here, to somewhere more private before your humiliation and arousal bubbled over.
âAww, sweetheart,â she cooed with fake sympathy. âDid you really think after all of this I would just let you go to your room?â
Your eyes went wide with terror. There was only so much more of this you could withstand before disaster struck. âB-but you said you werenât mad!â
âIâm not mad, honey,â she reassured. âBut what youâve done was very very naughty, isnât it?â
You nodded, another wave of tears threatening to fall.
âAnd when little girls do naughty things they have to be punished, donât they?â She said, affectionately combing through your hair.
You nodded again, whimpering under her gentle touch. âBut youâll go easy on me, right? Because I was a good girl and I was honest and I told you everything?â
She chuckled. Your description wasnât exactly accurate, but she couldnât help but take at least a little pity on you. You had confessed in the end, even if it took a little pushing. âOf course, baby,â she soothed. âNow go upstairs and wait for mommy. I want you over the end of the bed in nothing but mommyâs panties, okay?â
You nodded frantically, running up the stairs and assuming the position as soon as she got off your lap.
She chuckled, amused by your eager obedience, and boxed up the pasta sheâd made so she could easily heat it back up after this was over.
It only took her about five minutes to make her way up to the bedroom, but to you, bent naked over the edge of the bed, it felt like hours.
You had to fight to keep your head down on the mattress when you heard her open the bedroom door. You whined as you watched her pull the wooden hairbrush from her nightstand. âNo mommy! Please not the hairbrush! Please I was so honest and-and I answered all of your questions-â
She cut you off by rubbing gentle circles on the swell of your ass. âShshsh,â she soothed. âMommyâs only doing this because she loves you, okay? I have to remind my sweet girl what happens when sheâs naughty so sheâll remember to be a good girl, right?â
You whimpered and squirmed under her, trying to be patient and still but also desperate to get away from the hairbrush. The thin fabric of the underwear offered you little to no protection.
âI want you to count for me, okay?â She instructed. âIf you can keep count like a good girl, weâll only do 15, but if I have to count for you, Iâm gonna have to do 25, okay?â
You nodded, determined to be good and keep count. However, you werenât traditionally known for keeping a clear head during your punishment. âCan-can I hold onto a pillow, please?â
You couldnât see your face, but the tears in your voice made it hard for her to deny you anything. âOf course, baby,â she said, pulling a pillow from the headboard and tucking it into your arms. She kissed the side of your teary face. âMommy loves you very much, princess. Itâll be over soon.â
She tapped your ass twice with the hairbrush before placing the first smack firmly on your left cheek. You cried out, wailing more with overwhelming embarrassment than pain.
âOne!â
She hit you again with perfect precision in almost the exact same spot.
âT-twoâ
She switched sides, smacking you again on the other cheek.
âThree!â
You made it to seven before you inevitably lost count. She waited for a moment after the strike before she decided your wailing was not going to give way to a number, and she officially started counting herself.
By ten, you had resorted to begging. You knew better than to flail and kick your legs, sheâd have you pinned over her lap with a far worse punishment in store, but you were allowed to cry and plead all you wanted. âPlease mommy! Please, I'll be good. I learned my lesson mommy please no more!â
You sounded so pathetic she was tempted to have mercy on you. You werenât even halfway through your punishment now that sheâd pushed it to 25. But she would stick to her word. That was, after all, what was most important when it came to discipline.
It wasnât even so much the pain, you were trying to escape, but something far more alarming that boiled in your lower belly. Having her, a commanding force over you was awakening something in you. The humiliation of a confession, matched with wearing her underwear and being spanked like a child over her bed had a coil building in your lower stomach.
By 15 spanks, you realized it was inevitable. You were pleading with her more quietly now. Your hips bucked against the bed in what she thought was an attempt to get away, but by the 20th spank the coil snapped. In a humiliating display of desperation, you came, all over the sheets.
She stopped spanking you, taking a second to realize what just happened. âDid you justâŠ?â
You wailed into the pillow, burying your face into it until it nearly suffocated you. âIâm sorry! Iâm sorry mommy I didnât mean to! Iâll clean it up! I promise! Please no more spankings mommy! Please, I'll be a good girl!â
Wanda laughed sadistically. âGood girls donât have little accidents when their mommies spank them, do they?â
Your voice trembled. You could hardly breathe. âN-no.â
Wanda tapped your sore ass twice with the hairbrush. It hurt worse than when sheâd done it earlier. âGet up, sweetheart.â
Reluctantly, you got up, standing naked at the foot of the bed next to a clothed and composed Wanda. Every bone in your body wanted to run out of the room, but her intimidating demeanor had you locked in place.
She grabbed the back of your hair roughly, causing you to gasp. âDo you like it when mommy spanks your little ass?â She asked.
âN-no,â you whimpered.
âReally?â She asked before roughly pushing your face down until it was hanging just above the mess youâd left on the bed. âIt sure looks like you did. Tell mommy the truth. Do you like it when I spank you?â
You whined, tears falling from your face and mixing with your cum. âYes! Yes I like it when you spank me! Please mommy!â
âLick it up,â she commanded.
âW-what?â You stuttered. She couldnât seriously be asking for what you thought she was asking.
âYou heard me. Lick. It. Up.â She repeated. âIf you wanna make a little mess on my sheets, you're gonna clean it up yourself.â
You stuck out your tongue, licking the cum from the mattress. It was disgustingly salty, mixed with the tears that were continually streaming into it. You sobbed in embarrassment. You were certain youâd never been more humiliated in your life. Yet, you still felt your arousal growing.
âOh?â She said, presumably noticing the arousal still building between your legs. âIs my little girl enjoying this too? Do you like it when mommy gets rough with you?â
Deciding this couldnât get any worse, you just nodded.
Her grip on your hair loosened, switching instead to a soft stroking. âThatâs a good girl,â she praised.
She gently pulled you back up from the mattress when she deemed it sufficiently clean. She pulled you to face her. âLet mommy have a taste.â
You hesitantly parted your lips, slowly meshing them with hers. She hummed contentedly, running her tongue along your own.
You grabbed her by the back of the neck, losing yourself in her. You stopped caring that you were naked and sobbing and pathetic.
Her hand fell from your hair to your chest. She pushed you backwards so hard you crashed on to your back on the mattress.
She crawled on top of you, kissing you again. You could feel her hands reach down to unbutton her jeans. You moaned into her mouth as her smooth bare legs met yours.
She straddled your waist, breaking the kiss to crawl further up your body.
âIf just a taste from my panties made you squirt before,â she started, âI wondered what I can make you do with the real thing.â
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Tips for hiding diaper butt in fall/winter? Iâve been in so many dresses and athletic skorts. I justâŠunsure how to transition into leggings and actually hide my booty.
Any tips for winter dresses or appropriate tops that would cover poofy diapers under leggings?
Hello there and thank you for the Ask! Iâm so sorry itâs taken me a while to answer it! Iâve been wanting to do a tips and tricks video for a while now. I get asked fairly often for advice on how to wear dips under clothes and be discreet while doing so. And Iâve finally made a video talking about all of my best tips! Itâs a fashion montage of sorts, and how to wear leggings is one of the outfits I cover.
For anyone interested in checking out this video, please stop by my JFF page where Iâve posted it for free!
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My best advice for wearing leggings is to wear a long shirt over them. The flannel shirt pictured here is a size Large; if you size up it becomes a short dress! This shirt is plenty long enough to cover my front and back. I like the loose flowy look, but you can also pop a belt over the shirt and have a more cinched waist look.
I also wear leggings under skirts quite often in colder weather. I love to wear skirts and dresses and sometimes tights just arenât warm enough! Leggings with a cute fuller cut mini skirt is super cute! Or even leggings under wider legged, fuller cut shorts can be a really fun look. I have a pair of longer corduroy shorts that I love to wear with leggings or tights underneath.
I hope this helps. And please, if anyone else has some tipsâŠdrop them in the comments!
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DANDELION !
PAIRING ! jeong jaehyun, reader.
GENRE ! smut WORDS ! 2638
THIS POST CONTAINS ! friends with benefits. reader wearing a dress. smut [they use a condom! fingering. foot fetishâtoe sucking. pussy eating. hair pulling. squirting.] I think that's all?
đ havenât posted nothing cuz iâm balls deep in some crazy sims 4 gameplay. but also bc i'll b fr... not really fucking with some of my writing for this month lol
Thereâs a knock at Jaehyunâs door. Youâve arrived earlier than he thought you would, although judging by the previous texts, he should have known. He rushes towards the door, smoothing out his white t-shirt before opening it with a slight twist of his wrist. His eyes scan you from the bottom up, lingering at the way the low cut of your summer dress accentuates your breasts. Then his eyes fall on that gorgeous face of yours, plump lips and that sensual look in your eyes. Time stops for just a few moments.Â
âHey.â Jaehyun smiles, teeth and dimples showing as he bends just slightly to hug you. He breathes in your scent, as you do his, and exhales calmly; taking in all your warmth.Â
Jaehyun plants a small kiss on your cheek, and when the hug breaks, he steps aside, extending an arm to invite you into his apartment. Of course, you step forward, kicking off your shoes as you pass through the front door. Itâs swift; the way that Jae closes the door and then slips his arms around you to hug you from behind. He kisses against the softness of your cheek, and then your neck. Soft, moist kisses, dragging his nose across your skin.Â
âI ordered Chinese like you wanted,â He smiles into the kiss against your neck. âFrom that place you like.â
âMhm, I see you cleaned up, too.â Youâre rubbing your hands against his forearms.Â
âNothing but comfort and kisses for you.âÂ
You turn in his hold, dragging a finger down his chest and past his abdomen, hooking two fingers into the waistband of his gray sweatpants. âI hope I can get a little more than just kisses.â
âAnything you need,â His index finger holds your chin, and his lips meet yours in a sweet, simple kiss.Â
He leads you to the couch, your hand in his. Jaehyun sits on the couch first, hands on your hips to bring you down next to him.Â
âNow letâs see,â Jaehyun rests an arm around your shoulders to hold you closer to him, his scent overwhelming you just as much as his touch. His right hand hooks underneath your right knee, spreading you open for him. Your dress raises up farther, almost exposing you. Jaehyun drags his fingertips softly against your inner thigh. Heâs moving insanely slow, giving him time to plan another kiss to your neck. âI think you wore this dress on purpose.âÂ
âAnd why is that?â You wiggle your hips, slightly lifting up to get Jaehyunâs hand where you need it the most.Â
âWe both know why.â He whispers directly into your ear, a kiss against it when he finishes his sentence. Before you know it, his hand is cupping your heat. Middle and ring finger practically fusing together to touch around your folds.Â
âJust walking around with your wetness dripping down your thighs?â Fingers swirling around to collect wetness, one swipe upwards to lightly touch at your clit. The pads of his fingers coat your clit in the small pooling of your wetness. Jaehyun brings his fingers up to his lips, sucking your taste off of them.Â
Itâs not long until his fingers are back on your clit, moving those same slow circles. The feeling of his saliva coating your cunt sends shivers down your spine. Youâre exhaling softly, albeit audibly; melting into the feeling of Jaehyunâs touch.Â
âOr were you thinking about me on your way over? Did you touch yourself in the back seat of the car I sent for you?âÂ
Jaehyun leans in again, another kiss planted to the soft skin of your face.Â
âOh, as if youâd want me giving the driver a little show.âÂ
âIâve seen the way you bend over, you drop one thing on the street and youâre giving the whole block a show, baby.âÂ
âLess talking, more touching, please.â Youâre locked into each other's stare; you lean in and then he leans in. Lips pressed together, mouths slightly opening for air. Jaehyun holds your head in his hands, lips locked with yours, he chooses to be the dominant player within the kiss.Â
At the same time that Jaehyun begins kissing your neck, his hand is right back against your cunt. With three, then four slow circles against your clit, his fingers dip down to tease at your entrance. A tight fit initially, two thick fingers prodding at your hole before slowly sliding in. Jaw slack, mouth hanging open in awe as you watch Jaehyunâs fingers thrust into you. Heâs a bit impatient, thrusting his fingers into you faster and faster by the second; but he maintains a steady speed after a moment.Â
Itâs only a matter of times until your wetness is dripping down Jaehyunâs fingers. It excites him. His cock grows hard beneath his sweatpants, you can see it from your peripheral. The hand that was once caressing the side of Jaehyunâs face as he kisses against your neck, is now palming against his hard on. A firm, hard squeeze around his shaft has the man whimpering into your neck. His fingers curl into you, and soon enough heâs fitted three of them inside of you.Â
Heat circles within the pit of your stomach, firing off around your body. Before you can get too warm, though, Jaehyun removes his hand away from you. Immediately after, his hand is flat against your cunt with a smack, quick and hot. Palm flat against your cunt, rubbing small circles to soothe the pain. The action makes you moan, rolling your eyes a bit at the sensation.Â
âYou want to head to the bedroom?â He asks you with a heavy exhale. You nod your head, a small word of agreement leaving your mouth. He leans in to kiss you, lips indulgent in yours; a gentler kiss than all those before. As Jaehyun stands, he holds out his hand for you to take, and you do; allowing Jaehyun to lead you from the front of his apartment to his bedroom.Â
Walking past the frame of the bedroom door, you get a headstart in front of Jaehyun. Hands clutching the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head in one motion. Jaehyun offers you a whistle, licking his lips while you turn to give him a wink.Â
You lean into the bed, turning to lay on your back. What a pretty picture, Jaehyun thinks. Youâre staring up at him with long lashes, digging your fingers into the sheets in an act of self restraint. Knees bent, daring to be spread, yet you do the opposite: lifting your left leg up and pointing your toes towards his face. âShow me how much you missed me, pretty boy.â
Itâs not a problem for him, really. He wears a wide smile on his face, kneeling onto your bed as he takes your foot in his hand. Jaehyun plants a small kiss to the sole of your foot; kiss after kiss until he reaches the tip of your big toe. Eyes on yours as he takes your big toe into your mouth, tongue swirling around it as he sucks and sucks. His eyes roll into the back of his head, hips moving on their own, thrusting into the air. He does it with each individual toe on your foot, planting a kiss on each after.Â
The foot worship is cut short, though. Jaehyun kisses down your leg, inch after inch. A wet kiss to your knee and he has finally reached your thigh. You could cry. Thereâs an ache you feel for him. You want to grab him by his hair and shove his face into your pussyâbut you know that thereâs a lot of pleasure in patience. You know that Jae only wants to please you, to make you feel as good as he possibly can. So you let him continue on, taking his sweet time kissing against your soft skin.Â
His lips trail down your thigh, one wet kiss after another, inching closer and closer to your cunt. Itâs been a while since youâve seen each other, and even longer since the last time you felt one another. Wet lips meet the edge of your inner lip, completely skipping over your core to give attention to your other thigh. Jaehyunâs hands grip against your thighs, nails digging into your skin. He moans into your flesh with each kiss, eyes fluttered shut.Â
âBabyâŠâ You exhale with heavy breathing, but Jaehyun only looks at you momentarily. A flicker of warning glazing over his eyes before he gets back to playing his game of patience.Â
His tongue, soaked in spit, swirls around your budding clit. He sucks the bud into his mouth, plump lips soft and tender around it. He pushes out the spit in his mouth, slobbering all over your cunt: heâs always preferred you to be soaked for him. Mouth and cheeks covered in your essence, tongue and lips attached to your cunt, Jaehyun continues to eat you out. His fingernails continue to pierce into your skin, unwilling to let you slip away from him. Your fingers work through his hair, clutching his locks and pulling at the scalp. This causes Jaehyun to moan, sounds vibrating against your clit; and if possible, he holds you even closer, shoving his face into your cunt.Â
Heâs skilled with his tongue, lips puckered to claim your clit into his mouth; alternating between licking and sucking. Youâre both moaning without a care in the world; bodies heating up and overwhelmed with tension and lust. Thereâs a smack at your thigh and with a gasp, Jaehyun thrusts two thick fingers into your cunt with a scooping motion as he sucks against your clit.Â
You admire the view across from you. His eyes are closed softly, long lashes resting gently against his skinâhe seems at peace to be able to taste you. He does catch the long, burning gaze of your eyes on his face, and he lifts his head to stare at you; left eyebrow raising just a tad.Â
âGodâŠ.Iâm all over your face.â It comes out as if youâre embarrassed, but truthfully, youâre far from it. If anything itâs added fuel to the fire that ensures you.Â
Fingers still resting inside of you; Jaehyunâs free arm does half the work to lift himself towards you. Your cold hands come at either side of his face, holding onto him as if he were to slip away during your kiss. His lips are wet and soft against yours, and the excess wetness transfers from his face to stick and stain all over your cheeks and chin. With the slip of his tongue in your mouth, you get an extra taste of both yourself and Jaehyun. He moves his fingers in and out of you slightly, as slow and steady as possible.Â
The speed of his fingers and wrists accelerates just enough to get you moaning into his mouth. Jaehyun devours your moans into his mouth, blending them with his own. From the taste of your cunt to the flavor of your spit, Jaehyun canât get enough of you. His wet fingers slip away to grip at your thigh, spreading your legs wide as he grinds his clothed crotch against your cunt.Â
When the kiss breaks, heâs lost in your eyes for just a moment. Chest heaving softly, licking his lips to recollect himself. âNeed you so badly.âÂ
In his head, heâs whined the phrase, eyebrows furrowed as he sinks to his knees to beg you for a piece of your pussy. In reality, he bares a grin in realization of what you actually came here to do. He gives you a small kiss and bounces off the bed and onto his feet, shuffling towards his bedside table to grab a condom. He slips from his clothes, as do you, choosing not to waste any time.Â
In a matter of time, the condom is wrapped around his cock, and heâs crawling over to you. Lips pressed against yours once more before he pulls back in concentration. Tapping the head of his cock against your clit once, twice; sliding his shaft against your cunt to wet himself with your juices. He slides in promptly, unwilling to waste anymore time, slowly burying his length into you. You both have done this dozens of times, youâre used to the stretch of him by now. Jaehyun leans forward to attach his lips to your neck, taking in more of your scent and taste. His hips thrust lightly, accelerating to a steady speed to coat his cock in your juices.Â
His gaze remains on the vision of his cock ramming into your cunt. But every so often, Jaehyun looks up at you and gazes into your eyes a bit too sweetly; tender, and more than a contrast to the way he fucks into you. And even with his pupils blown, when you stare back into his eyes, you notice that thereâs a particular bit of brightness to his eyes; a spark you never noticed until this moment.Â
With a moan, thereâs a tightness in your core, for reasons other than sexual. The irking reminder that youâre falling deeper and deeper within infatuation with this man. You look away from him, now uncomfortable with looking in his eyes; instead focusing on working up into your orgasm.Â
âTurn over?â Heâs breathless, a small smirk on his face, youâre unsure if he notices it himself.Â
With anyone else it might've been a bit embarrassing with how fast you got on your hands and knees, but youâll save cringing over your urgency for later. Jaehyun settles right behind you, a hand on your ass, cock stretching you open. He gives you a few slow, deep thrusts before he picks up the pace, hips slapping against your ass. Jaehyunâs hand reaches up to your head, fingers curling into your hair to pull harshly. Yet you know he can pull harder, so you prompt him to, nearly begging him to with a slight whine in your voice. Of course, he obeys, tugging at your hair harder and fucking into you with the same ferocity.Â
His cock, thick and coated with combined cream and wetness, taps against the pillowy spot repeatedly. Thereâs a crack in your moans, a gasp of hunger, ready for Jaehyun to spill into you. The pit of your stomach aches as Jaehyun continues fucking into that special spot. Jae presses his chest against your back, holding you into him as he rocks his hips into yours. A wet kiss on your exposed skin, soft whispering to overstimulate; talking you through his movements.Â
âFuck,â You breathe out, biting onto your lip. You grab Jaehyunâs hand, squeezing, bringing it up to your lips to kiss at your entwined fingers.Â
It doesnât take too much longer; squirt spraying from your cunt whenever Jaehyun thrusts out, making a mess of him, yourself, and his sheets. Jae holds you close, fucking you through the bursting white light of your orgasm. The speed of his thrusts slow down, still fucking deeply into you, the impact of his thrusts is rough. Jaehyunâs deep moans soon turn into whines as he spills his load into the condom, still rocking into you until he slows down into a halt.Â
Thereâs a few moments after Jaehyun pulls out where he pulls you into him. Arms wrapping around you to cuddle, sweaty bodies pressed together. A few words are exchanged, as are a few long kisses. His fingers drag slowly against your thigh as the two of you sit in silence.Â
Jaehyun takes a look at his phone. âOh shit.âÂ
âHm?â
Jaehyun exhales a nervous chuckle, accompanied by a small smile. Heâs wrestling with his clothes, doing his best to get them on quickly. âOur delivery driver has been outside for ten minutes; be right back.â
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gentle touch | s.a
summary: you take care of sevika, jinx, and isha after the fight with vi and caitlyn. sevika, for the first time in a long time, breaks down when you remind of her that itâs okay to let go.
pairing: fem!reader x sevika arcane
contains: established relationship, fluff, angst, sevika needs a BREAK!, reader and sevika are lowkey parents now.
word count: 2.4K
a/n: i know i said yesterday i would post this but IT NEEDED SOME TWEAKING! i promise the next sevika oneshot will probably be smut but fluff was all that brain felt like writing <3
You had a gut feeling that Jinxâs plan would end badly. Even with Sevikaâs repeated reassuring you that everything would fall into place and you two could finally have some peace in your lives, your strong intuition haunted your thoughts.
Oh, how you hated how right you were.
Jinx and Sevika burst through you and Sevikaâs shared apartment with that small golden-eyed child, Isha. She was clinging onto Jinxâs leg, clearly infatuated with the deranged blue-haired girl. Your eyes lock on her fluffy head of head then those big innocent eyes of hers, noticing a little cut on her cheek. She whimpered as she followed Jinx into the apartment space, the elder of the two grumbling nonsense to herself.
Sevika's exposed skin was littered with scrapes and bruises, her chest rising and falling slowly. Your eyes shot to her exhausted figure, worry settling in your bones. You had almost forgotten about Jinx until you saw it out of the corner of your eye; her entire middle finger was gone.
Straight to the bone.
The empty space between her pointer and ring finger nearly made you gag out of discomfort. The overwhelming distress of needing to take care of the three had you lightheaded but you pushed through.
âJesus,â was the first thing you said, walking up to Sevikaâs towering figure to wrap your arms around her neck.
Your girlfriend tenses for a moment at the tackle of a hug she was receiving but recovered quickly. Her claw arm stayed by her side as her other found its home at your waist, pulling you in with a long sigh.
âWhat happened?â You mutter against her neck before pulling away to cradle her blue scarred cheek.
âThe kid got in the way is what happened,â Jinx spoke up before Sevika could say anything as she trudged over to sink and twisted the tap, running her open wound under it with a wince.
Your eyes lock with Isha who is now staring at you and Sevika. You muster a weak smile for the child, turning back to your injured girlfriend.
Her eyes seemed⊠distant.
âHey, Sev, baby?â Your voice is low, trying to get her attention.
The familiar gray of her eyes focuses on your own, blinking before shaking her head.
âWeâre fine,â she dismisses.
Jinx scoffed from the sink. âAnd what do you call losing a finger? Just dandy, huh?â
Sevika had clear frustration written all over her features at the sound of Jinxâs voice, releasing your waist to trudge over to the couch. You watch her carefully as she reaches for the green bottle of liquor she often brought from the Last Drop and takes a huge swig of it.
You knew how defeated she must feel. Hit after hit; mission after mission. She was worn down and she attempted to hide it from you constantly. Her heavy eyes and dark circles underneath were a given to her clear exhaustion. She would get slightly irritable but kept it under control around you as you werenât afraid of her as most were.
You were afraid for her.
âSev, can you sit down? Youâre bleeding.â You point to the cushions, brushing a few of your flyaways out of your face. âDonât huff at me either. Iâm not letting you rest until you get cleaned up.â
Without another huff or grunt, she does as sheâs told. You hurry to your bathroom, rummaging underneath the sink in there to grab the necessities for the three girls. As you stood up on your bare feet and glanced at the doorway, there stood Isha with wide and curious eyes.
Your heart couldnât help but soften at the sight of her little hat tipping as she was trying to watch what you were doing.
âYou got a little hurt too, huh?â You question.
Isha simply stares at you, looking at the medical supplies in your hands. She was probably unaware of the droplets of blood on her skin.
âCâmon. Gotta get you cleaned up, sweetheart,â you jerk your chin back to the room where the other two were.
The child follows as you walk past her, her small boots hitting the wooden floors. Jinx was leaning against the countertop, simply staring at the missing digit. Isha immediately stumbles over to the equally exhausted Jinx, resting her head on her upper thigh and shutting her eyes in relief. You noticed Jinxâs pale back rise in tension for a split second before relaxing when realizing it was just the adorable child.
Her innocence was admirable yet worrisome.
You walk over to your girlfriend as you set the supplies down in front of you, sighing at her injuries.
âSev, talk to me,â you frown at her zoned-out look.
âI shouldâve left her here with you,â Sevika lets out an irritated sigh, rubbing at the bridge of her nose with her thumb and middle finger.
âIsha?â You question as you pour a bit of alcohol on a rag.
âWho else? She ran in the middle of everything. Got right there in between Vi and Jinx. If I wasnât distracted with that little enforcer of Viâs, I wouldâve been able to keep an eye on the kid.â
As Sevika explained the situation to you, you carefully cleaned the scrapes of her arm and abdomen. The muscles underneath your palms flexed at the feeling of the alcohol seeping into the injuries. Your eyes followed down her toned arm, landing on the teeth imprints on the space between her pointer finger and thumb.
âDid that enforcer bite you?â Your brows furrow as you take her large hand into your smaller one in disbelief.
Sevika nods to confirm, noticing your tense expression.
âIt doesnât hurt if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
You give a pointed look before shaking your head as you continue to wipe up the dried-up blood. She sucked in a sharp breath when you placed a hand on her upper chest, now inviting yourself onto her lap. Your thighs press against hers as you now tend to her face. Any other day you wouldâve jumped her bones but everything in you just wanted to make sure she was okay.
Her hard eyes slowly soften as you lean in close to wipe the blood off of her sculpted face. She watched your every move, holding back the urge to litter your face in kisses. Staring at the curves of your lips to the little marks on the natural beauty of your face.
And she almost acts on that very urge until Isha takes her attention off of you tending to her as she hops up onto the couch. She holds back the grumble itching in her throat as you shift your attention to the child.
You grin sweetly at Ishaâs awaiting expression. âAlright, Goldie. Come here. Letâs clean your face up.â
Her own small smile breaks onto her face as she scoots in closer to you, her much smaller knee bumping into Sevikaâs. You lift your rag and dab it over the dried blood, watching it disappear from her freckled skin. Once you are focused on Ishaâs minuscule scrape, Sevikaâs palm reaches up to hold your exposed waist from leaning over on Sevikaâs lap.
You ignore it for your own sake, sucking in a deep breath as you sit back up on her large lap. Cupping her adorable face and rubbing a thumb over the little cut before tracing the outline of her round face.
âSee? Good as new.â
Isha holds onto her hat as she releases a soft giggle underneath her breath. Her big eyes glance at Sevika who furrows her brows in confusion at the childâs stare.
In the blink of an eye, Ishaâs small arms throw themselves around Sevikaâs neck and squeezes herself in between you and Sevikaâs torso. You usually would scold anyone about having their dirty shoes on the furniture but watching Sevikaâs panicked expression at Isha's affection was more important in that moment.
âSeems like she has a new favorite, Jinx,â you tease the blue-haired girl.
There was silence. You look up to see Jinx slumped against the countertop, face smushed into the surface as soft noises of slumber leave her mouth.
âAlright, kid.â Sevika patted her back as a signal for Isha to release her.
She refused; in fact, she even snuggled her small face into the crook of Sevikaâs neck. Your girlfriend looked to you for help but you simply smiled, standing up from her lap. You lean forward to kiss her cheek before pointing to Jinxâs clearly worn-out figure.
âIâm going to wrap Jinxâs hand and Iâll take her to our room so she can sleep.â
Sevika opened her mouth for a moment but kept still on the couch as Isha kept herself seated on her torso and small arms clinging onto her neck. You try to hurry and take Jinxâs slim hand, wincing at the sight of the open wound but carefully wrap it before her reflexes kick in.
You didnât want to lose a finger yourself.
âIâll take her to bed,â Sevikaâs gruff voice comes from behind you.
You jump at the sound, wondering how you didnât even hear her get up from the couch. You turn to face her and hold back your smile at the sight of Isha still clinging onto her, her new mechanic claw arm holding her up.
âAre you sure?â You question, taping the wrap down.
Sevika nodded curtly and leaned down slightly to give you a gentle kiss onto your lips. You chase after her lips as you realize how much you have missed that feeling of her lips on your own. Her eyes couldnât keep off of your own as she easily lifted Jinxâs figure and threw her over her shoulder.
You two share a look as you glance at Ishaâs now asleep figure. Sevika carefully hands her tiny body over to you, making sure she is still sound asleep. You and Sevika make your way to the bedroom, your hand cradling Ishaâs head and watching Jinxâs limp figure over your girlfriendâs shoulder.
As much as you enjoyed seeing Sevika be so attentive to the scrappy girl who she claimed she wasnât fond of, you were worried about what was flooding through her brain. Once Sevika sets Jinx down on the mattress, you walk around her to set Isha down right next to her. Sevika stands right next to the bed, examining the two sleeping soundly.
âYou can lay down too, Sev,â you hum, reaching for her forearm.
Sevika was silent before turning her head to look at your gentle touch on her scathed arm. You watch her brows furrow as she turns to your body, her broad shoulders relaxing. She lets you grab her hand to lead around to the other side of your bed. She steadily sits down, grunting at an ache that shoots up her spine.
You follow her movements and find your place snuggled next to her warm body. Her head turned to you and fell forward to place her forehead on your chest, her arms wrapping around your torso.
âI just⊠need you here for a bit,â Sevika admits as she inhales your scent that she missed so dearly.
You frown at the near whine in her voice as her grip on you tightens as if you were going to leave if she did. Sevika was rarely as vulnerable as she was at this moment with you. After Silcoâs death, Sevika had to take over everything â not like she wasnât doing most of his dirty work for him when he was alive. She didnât have a her and it was draining the life out of her slowly.
âIâm not leaving, baby. I promise,â you tell her with consideration of her sensitive state.
âI said I would get us out of this.â Sevika begins and you shake your head, shutting down whatever bullshit was going to come out of her mouth.
âI want to be in this if it's with you, okay? Sev, I can see how tired you are, my love. You wonât let yourself rest and I canât stand to see you slowly wearing yourself down like this.â
You lift your hand to take the elastic that was holding up half of her hair out, running your fingers through the strands on her tender scalp. Sevika lets out a shaky breath, clinging onto you tighter.
âI donât want you worrying about me,â she huffs, voice wavering. âI can handle it.â
You sigh as you cradle the back of her head, sucking in a deep breath as your eyes fill to the brim with hot tears.
âI know you can. I just donât want you to handle it alone. You already do everything on your own, baby.â
Sevikaâs breathing was growing heavier and stronger, giving away how rapidly her emotions were taking over. The second Sevika lifted her head up to look into your eyes, you saw a single tear leave the corner of hers.
The clear pain on her face triggered your own tears that were building up in your eyelids to fall slowly. You shakily cupped the side of her face, watching her eyes shut at the feeling.
âIâm so tired,â she sighed, leaning into your touch.
You nod as you swipe away the streak, swallowing the lump in your throat.
âI know, Sev. I know,â you whisper. âYou can sleep, baby.â
Sevika huffs out a slow breath, trying to regain control of her intense exhaustion taking over. Her beautiful gray eyes flutter shut, allowing herself to lean into you. You welcome her with nothing but love. You attempt to regulate your tears as you place a kiss onto her forehead.
âI love you,â you whisper onto the skin.
Sevika's arms relax around your waist, adjusting it so that Jinxâs creation wouldnât be poking into your lower back. You knew the phrase was overwhelming for Sevika so you agreed to say it when you deemed it was absolutely necessary.
In the crook of your neck, she mutters: âI love you.â
You couldnât help the next few tears falling from your face at her breaking voice.
She felt safe enough with you. Vulnerability was a struggle with Sevika but when she was able to release the worries of seeming weak, timid, a failure; you were so immensely proud of her.
You glance over at the two other girls who were sound asleep in the bed. Ishaâs small hand held onto one of Jinxâs long braids and Jinxâs mouth was slightly ajar as her limbs were curled up into her body.
The steady beat of you and Sevikaâs hearts matching with one anotherâs helps the two of you fall into a deep sleep.
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