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milla-frenchy · 3 hours ago

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Ally, wow. Damn I am speechless. This chapter is so good. This series is SO good

I'm losing my mind

When he tried to sleep all he could see was the hurt in your face. It didnt matter what he did or didn’t do because you were hurt and it was all his fault. He hurt you and he wouldn’t be able to change that.

🥺🥺🥺

Your fresh start to independence unexpectedly had a co-pilot, and one that you weren’t ready to fly without.

omg this sentence 🤌🤌🤌

“Don’t mean to bother you, but the power is out and it’s gonna get real cold tonight.. over here.” He puts his hand on the door to push it open slightly wider as he steps forward. “I’d like you to stay at my place.” His sincere eyes searched yours, looking for any sort of indication how you were feeling about his offer. “Won’t get in your way, I promise. Just helping out… a neighbor.” He hesitates on the last words. “And I promised your dad.” he admits sheepishly.

Yes yes yes, please, say yes 😍😍😍 (she said yes, thank youuuuuu)

His protective nature was called into action and he didn’t want to have to force you to do anything.

ughhhhh each time I hear about his protective nature I MELT

Damnit, Joel Miller. He was making it so hard to stay mad at him.

So true 😌😌😌

You wanted your Joel back. The one that was rough around the edges. The one that made you come alive in ways you didn’t know were possible when he had you under his weight. The one that took what he wanted and left you fucked out and wanting more and more. Ruining future men forever.

ALLY. jfc. I can feel it, all of it, as if I was reader. GURL

And still, he needed you. Craved your body and your warmth that your smile radiated. Craved that innocence you had that he loved to corrupt. The way that you made him feel when you needed him. You were so smart and capable, but he saw how your eyes lit up when he did things for you. He made sure to be there for you before you ever asked. He wanted to take care of all your problems. Protect you and make sure you never wanted for anything. The way your body called to him. How right you made his world feel. Now that you were part of it, how could it be any other way?

"That innocence you had that he loved to corrupt"?

"He wanted to take care of all your problems"? "Protect you and make sure you never wanted for anything"?

"The way your body called him"?

ALLY§§§ we need to talk 😌😌

You were getting settled in, wrapped up in another blanket and reading your book by candle light when you heard a knock on the door frame. You lock eyes with him. There is a heavy sadness in them. “Can we talk for a second?”

Ok. I think I'm not gonna be able to breathe, reading this conversation (I'm rb ing live, and you're killing me in the best way 😍😍😍)

“She was twelve when… when she died.” he says as he takes the photo back into his hands with an unsteady grasp.

I WASN'T EXPECTING IT

“Then I met Tess. The night I was going to... be done with it all.” He stumbles over his words, battling with the crudeness that he couldn’t stop from pouring out of his mouth.

OMG

He looks up at you as you make your way over to stand in front of him. “Promise me.” you beg. “Promise me that you won’t hurt me...” You pause. “Ever again.” It was an absurd demand, but it was what you needed to hear from him.

FUCK

His hand comes up to cup your cheek and cranes your jawline upward to match your gaze. “I’m yours, if you’ll let me.” Now you were a goner.

He dropped to his knees with his hands firmly grappling your hips he pulled you in close to him. His hot breath tickled as he thumbed your panties down to expose your cunt. “This is mine”

FUCK ME

He was mindful of making it last as long as possible for you, practicing some restraint that he often ignored. This was about you. Apologizing with his tongue in a way that his words could never.

excuse me???? Ally you little devil 😌😍

and then, the all fours... this was amazing

jfc this chapter ruined me 😍😍😍🤌

The Wolf You Feed (6)

Joel Miller x Female Reader Part 6 (Ongoing) | Rated Explicit | 6.5k WC | Series Masterlist | Read it on AO3

Summary: Set in a fictional New England town, you fall for your handsome, intense and outdoorsy neighbor while renting out your parent's vacant summer home during a brutal winter.

Chapter Warnings: ANGST. Smut. POV-Switching. Rated Explicit. 18+ MDNI. (CHAPTER SPOILERS AHEAD) Some possible triggers including mentioning death of a child and contemplated suicide. Smut includes P in V, oral (female receiving). See series masterlist for general warnings.

A/N: Hang in there my loves, I'll ease your pain by the end of this chapter (with smut, of course) 🧡 Also my inbox is always open if you wanna talk about TWYF / ask questions! Or anything really. It really means the world 🧡

JOEL

“No, Tommy. I really did fuck it up.” He sighed into the phone. Defeated and sad.

Joel had reached out to his brother when he was at his wits end. He didn’t recognize who he was becoming and needed to talk to someone before his anger just consumed him whole.

He broke down and told Tommy everything about you. The one person he really could confide in, and once he opened his mouth he couldn’t stop.

For the most part Tommy was trying to be understanding but also was caught off guard. Tess was practically family as far as he was concerned. He thought you might just be an indulgence for him. A shiny, new toy for him to play with. He didn’t really see you as a viable partner. Joel didn’t dare tell him how young you were, but Tommy seemed to pick that up on his own the way he talked about you.

“You can probably still work it out with Tess.” Tommy pushes.

“I aint interested in working out anything with her.” He snapped.

“Ok. Ok, Joel.” He conceded his last attempt to bring things back to normal. He realized that Joel was a different person now. They were not close like they used to be, but he never realized just how much Joel was struggling. Lost. He needed someone on his side, not against him.

“Look, man. Just give her space. Don’t be a hot head and scare her off.” Tommy tries to reason with him. Tommy always was the one who was more of a people person. His successful life with his wife Maria was something he embraced proudly. It changed him in a way that made him more responsible.

As they grew older, it was strange how things were shifting. Joel was always the protective big brother, but now Tommy was starting to fill that role with his grounded life experiences giving him more wisdom.

“A real help you are.” Joel mutters and throws his phone onto the table and taps his fingers, agitated. Not exactly at Tommy, but he was letting his anguish escape however it needed to. He knew Tommy would understand that he was acting more like a wounded animal that was scared.

He was finally acknowledging that after all his shitty behavior this is the hand he was dealt. He couldn't sweet talk you into forgiving him and he no longer had Tess on standby to console him. Tommy was trying to be supportive but he just didn’t know how.

When he tried to sleep all he could see was the hurt in your face. It didnt matter what he did or didn’t do because you were hurt and it was all his fault.

He hurt you and he wouldn’t be able to change that.

—

YOU

Days go by in silence and you’re not sure how to feel about it. Part of you wanted Joel to fight, but the other part was glad he obeyed. Respecting your demands to leave you alone.

The nights were the worst. You almost gave in to calling him on several occasions. Even if he did wrong, something about him still called to you. A relentless need that you had no control over.

You were nearing the two month mark living in Kineo, and Joel had been present in almost all of it. Your fresh start to independence unexpectedly had a co-pilot, and one that you weren’t ready to fly without.

You kept it all to yourself. Marlene never brought it up and you put on a smile at work. It felt like you were just floating through the week with no real purpose or direction. You had paid little attention to anything beyond what was right in front of you.

The snow was falling quickly, and in the last few hours of your Thursday shift nobody was out buying coffee. There was a major snowstorm that was just starting to ramp up. You had heard many customers fretting about it over the past few days, but didn’t give it much thought. Apparently it was a big deal and you should have been more prepared, but you would figure it out.

Tess stopped by and your stomach was in knots. She looked numb and business focused, like this was also a distraction she was leaning on to get by. She scuffed the snow off her boots in the doorway and called out to you both. In too much of a hurry to go past the door.

“Ladies, close up and go home. We’re closed tomorrow too.” She left after you both acknowledged and you were so grateful that it was a quick encounter. You weren't ready to face her just yet, and keeping a secret from her was taking its toll. It felt wrong, and it was slowly eating away at you.

The ride home was treacherous and you could barely see out your windshield. This was the first real brutal winter storm you encountered since moving and regretted not preparing for it at all. As you got closer and closer to your house you noticed how dark it was. The ominous grey storm clouds blocking whatever little light was left for the day. The only lights you saw were the flashing orange on the upcoming plow truck.

The house is icy and dark. You go to flick the switch just to confirm the power is out. You use the flashlight on your phone to stumble into the kitchen where you find a few candles to light.

This was going to suck.

Headlights shine into the front window and you see a truck parked at the end of your driveway.

Joel.

You answer the knock at the door. Your pulse beating with intrigue, as if your body finally settled on needing his presence more than not.

You open the door halfway, wanting to be angry at him but finding yourself enamored with how the snow was sticking to his perfectly tousled hair.

Of course he couldn’t give up the neighborly act and you wondered his true intentions.

His sincere eyes searched yours, looking for any sort of indication how you were feeling about his offer.

“Won’t get in your way, I promise. Just helping out… a neighbor.” He hesitates on the last words. “And I promised your dad.” he admits sheepishly.

You roll your eyes at that. Your mom and dad were always getting into your business. You had ignored their calls all week so it wasn’t a surprise that they reached out to him.

His offer seemed genuine and you were getting concerned about how cold the house already was. Your candles and flashlights would only do so much.

“Ok.” You agree, giving little emotion. You didn’t want him to think you were conceding easily. You were just being practical.

Truthfully, you could only suppress the way your body still ached for him for so long.

You feel that heat inside you try to ignite the smallest flame. The feeling that just wouldn’t die despite it all. A spark waiting dormant at any chance to catch. As much as you tried to ignore it, it was still there.

Joel looked relieved that you agreed to it. His protective nature was called into action and he didn’t want to have to force you to do anything. Even if you were icing him out, he still felt a duty to make sure you were safe. Of course, he hoped in time you would forgive him, but for now this was all that really mattered.

“And I gotta bleed the pipes so they don’t freeze. Told your dad I’d take care of his place.” He pushes the door open even more as he steps forward, and you can smell the coldness radiate off his body along with the leathery scent from his jacket. The fleeting thought of wrapping your body around him and inhaling his scent was overpowering.

His bullish advance felt intrusive but also non-negotiable as he snapped you out of your delulu.

You step aside so he can come in. You just now notice his bag of tools and industrial flashlight. Contractors.

It doesn't take him long and you keep your distance, sticking to your bedroom and packing a bag with the essentials. After a few minutes he knocks on the door to get your attention. You don’t open it, and let him speak to you through the door. Trying to establish that you still have boundaries and your bedroom is one of them.

“What?” you ask with a forced annoyance.

He pauses for a moment and then his husky voice seeps through the cracks.

“I gotta plow a few houses before it gets much worse. Get your stuff together and let yourself in. The fire is stoked and the house is warm.”

You hear his footsteps as he walks away after waiting a moment. That spark inside burns hotter. A want. You missed him, and you needed him but you had to stay strong.

Damnit, Joel Miller. He was making it so hard to stay mad at him.

—

His home was so warm and inviting. The wood stove was so practical and cozy. You started to feel like a character in one of your books in some remote cabin in the woods. You had added a few logs to keep it burning. Joel had them neatly stacked nearby and it wasn’t too difficult to figure out.

A few hours passed before Joel returned home. He entered the house with nothing but a polite nod to acknowledge you made it over safely and an approving glance at the freshly stoked fire.

You had been reading in front of the wood stove, wrapped in a blanket. He kept his word and left you alone for the most part. He spent most of his time up in his loft after telling you he fixed up the bedroom for you to sleep in and implied that he would resign to the couch when he was ready to sleep.

The comforting smell of the burning wood and the crackle the fire made was peaceful. There were a few lit candles giving the cabin an authentically rustic feel. Even if they were there to be practical, it felt romantic.

For reasons you couldn’t explain, you felt a pang of disappointment in how much of a gentleman he was being to you. It made you feel guilty for being so cold towards him, and annoyed at how respectful he was being to your boundaries. He was doing exactly what you asked him to, and yet you were realizing it wasn’t what you expected. Pushing him away didn’t make you stop wanting him. It was just the safest way to protect your feelings. It was lonely.

The longer you sat in solitude, the more you reflected on what you really wanted. Still, you felt paralyzed to take that next step, riddled with guilt for Tess and a wavering disdain for Joel. You wanted your Joel back. The one that was rough around the edges. The one that made you come alive in ways you didn’t know were possible when he had you under his weight. The one that took what he wanted and left you fucked out and wanting more and more. Ruining future men forever.

You could have him back, if you just forgave him, but that would also mean coming to terms with the aftermath of what happened. Talking about it. Making it real.

—

JOEL

He kept to himself quietly in the upstairs loft, trying to keep himself calm. You were right there, content and safe, still not speaking to him beyond what was necessary. Having you so close and still so out of reach was eating him alive, but at least you were there.

Not having electricity for a hot shower didn’t help his mood. He was able to freshen up with a washcloth, deodorant and change into a clean shirt. The heat rising from the wood stove made the loft extra toasty. The worn loveseat where he often strummed his guitar was welcoming to his tired body. It sucked in his weight and creaked in protest as he shifted to prop his legs up over the arm and lounge back.

The day took a toll on him. An early start doing 10 hours worth of contractor work and then spending many more plowing and shoveling snow. He was tired and his muscles ached, but it was nothing in comparison to how heavy his heart felt.

He swiped through the final photos you sent to him, as he did every night, admiring everything about them. Beyond the obvious, it was the look in your eyes. The happiness and longing for him that you once had.

He felt his jeans tighten as he focused on your perfect breasts and your swollen clit, begging for his touch. Remembering how your body felt as if it was made to take him. He needed to be inside you again and then hold you forever and never let you go.

You were too good for him. You deserved more than a washed up old man who couldn’t even be honest with you.

Honesty. It was all he had left to give if you would let him.

Joel looked at a worn photo that he kept in his wallet. He had to make things right. He had to try.

—

YOU

Joel had used the gas stovetop to heat up some canned soup and it was the first time he interrupted you, offering a bowl.

After awkwardly navigating around each other in the kitchen, you thank him and resign to his bedroom, alone. You leave the door slightly open so the heat from the wood stove would warm the room. A double wick candle he thoughtfully left for you on the nightstand flickers the room in soft glow.

Despite the warm balsam scent from the burning wax, the room smells overwhelmingly of Joel. Clean. Masculine. His woodsy cologne that never overpowered but always made itself known. The same blue comforter that you laid under before but a fresh pair of gray colored sheets. They were perfectly smooth. Unwrinkled and untouched since he placed them on the bed for you. It filled you with a sadness as you balled your hand into the sheets, mourning the beautiful memories.

God damnit, Joel.

You were getting settled in, wrapped up in another blanket and reading your book by candle light when you heard a knock on the door frame.

You lock eyes with him. There is a heavy sadness in them.

“Can we talk for a second?”

It was his house after all. You felt you owed him at least a conversation. Even if it was that conversation.

You close your book as you hesitantly swing your legs over the side of the bed. The door creaks open wider and he stands in the doorway with a hand on the knob, looking for permission to come in. The way his t-shirt was straining against the flex his biceps made you flutter. It wasn’t fair how attractive he was without even trying.

“I guess.” You concede and quickly bring your gaze to the floor. Afraid your body would betray you as your heartbeat quickened.

Joel enters slowly and walks over to the edge of the bed, sitting a respectable distance away from you. Close enough to touch you, but not invading your space.

“I uh, don’t know how to say it exactly.” he nervously starts. He was acting differently. Lacking that confidence he so expertly wielded. Vulnerable.

He pulls out a worn and folded paper and opens it gently to reveal a little girl. She looked young. 11, maybe 12.

He slides the photo into your hands as you study it, unsure what he was getting at.

“That's my baby girl, Sarah.” His voice is low but heavy with emotion. His hands clasped between his legs and thumbs fidgeting.

“You have a daughter?” you ask, completely caught off guard. Nothing in Joel’s world left any clues to him having children or a family. You approach this new knowledge with trepidation, noting how old the photo was and wondering where she is now. “Shes beautiful.”

You can see some similar features when you look closely, except that she was smiling big. Something Joel rarely did.

He isn’t crying but you can see that glossy look over his eyes. This was a memory that hurt. Your chest tightens, picking up on his pained hesitancy to speak his next words.

“She was twelve when… when she died.” he says as he takes the photo back into his hands with an unsteady grasp.

Oh my God. His revelation hurts to hear. He looks down to the floor, hunched over slightly with his hands gripping the edge of the bed on each side of him.

You rest your hand on top of his and feel his skin go taunt over his knuckles as he balls his hand into a fist. Trying to keep his composure.

“Tommy and I were there by her side. She was sick and the doctors didn’t know how to make her better.” He paused. “I… couldn’t save her.” His voice just above a whisper and you wonder if he meant to say it out loud, as if he had been harboring that guilt for years.

“Joel I… I’m so sorry.” You wipe the tear that falls down your cheek. “I had no idea.”

You sit in silence with him, letting the news wash over you both. Unsure what to do other than be at his side while he was lost in his painful memories.

“S’been almost 20 years, but a day don’t go by I don’t think about her.” He folds the photo and puts it back into his pocket. His voice steadies and he takes a breath as if a huge weight was lifted off of him.

You felt privileged that he was sharing this piece of his life with you. It was clearly not something he went around telling everyone. It put things into perspective, too.

He was a dad.

“Before you start wonderin’ it.” He looks at you knowing full well you are going to be thinking about his history sooner or later. “Raised her myself since her mother left us when she was barely a year old.” He hesitates to say more, like that part didn’t matter. “Sarah was my entire world.”

You feel at a loss with what to say. The more he opened up the more silent you were. He had experienced so much that you never knew about. A single dad. Losing a child. You settle with just closing your hand on his and moving closer to him. What could you possibly say? No, you needed to just listen. He was opening up in a way he never had before, and you suspected rarely would again.

“M’ telling you this because there's more.” He pauses. “I tried to move on, but I couldn’t stay in Texas. Wasn’t home anymore without her there. Tommy and I went to Boston to start over. He had nothing tyin’ him to Texas either and we can be contractors anyplace. Thought it would help.” He skoffs at that, mimicking how naive he was. “It didn’t.”

You could feel the shift in the room. The feeling that he was about to share something else vulnerable.

“I… I didn’t see the point in livin’ anymore.” he says with a blank stare, lost as if he was reliving that moment of hopelessness. Ashamed of his weakness.

“You don’t have to-” you try to interrupt, not wanting him to feel he owes sharing this story with you when you can see how much it hurts him. Part of you is uncomfortable with the rawness of his past he was exposing. Not because it is hard to think about, but because it hurts to imagine him being so desperate and lost that it was his only option.

He held his hand out towards you, fingers fanned wide, urging you to let him finish before he drops it back slowly to his side.

“Then I met Tess. The night I was going to... be done with it all.” He stumbles over his words, battling with the crudeness that he couldn’t stop from pouring out of his mouth.

“Joel..” you plea. Not sure if you were strong enough, worthy enough, to hear all this. Until you realized he had to get this story out. Who knows how long he had kept it bottled up to himself.

“She gave me a reason to keep going. Became my rock. The only person that understood that pain… because she lost her son too. Two people at the end of their rope.”

You never knew Tess had a son. It was so easy to see how two headstrong people could connect and bond over the shared traumatic experience of losing a child.

“We helped each other… survive.” he sounds unsure about the word choice. “We moved here intending to live separate lives but we clung on to each other. It worked for a while, but we lost sight of where we started… and where we were going.”

He didn’t need to say any more. You knew exactly what he meant. Their entire relationship was built on empathy and survival. They became codependent on each other.

“I’ll always be grateful for what she did for me. I owe her my life.” He nods, agreeing with his words that he was perhaps speaking out loud for the first time.

“It doesn’t make anything that I did right. M’not telling you this for pity. Tess will always be someone I love, but we are not the same people we were back then. We were holding onto each other because we were too scared to be alone. Took me a long time to figure that out. Too damn long.”

You detect that annoyance returning to his voice. A resentment.

“And Tess… she aint got there yet. Don’t think she ever will. And I can’t keep livin’ like that.”

It didn’t make his actions hurt you any less, but it gave you a new perspective. You didn’t know how deep their relationship went and you didn’t realize he felt an obligation to her that he was just starting to understand.

“And I’ve been feeling this for a long time now, well before I met you. Just go’in along each day with no direction. Not givin’ a shit.”

He stops and looks you in the eyes, intense and deadly serious.

“Was you that made me realize I had been searching for this.” He flips his hand over and his fingers weave with yours. You can feel the desperation and the want in his touch as his thumb grazes over yours. His brow softens.

“Knew it when I first met you and I couldn’t stop thinkin’ bout you night after night. That I had to take back my life. That existing aint the same as living.”

You wrap your arms around his waist and pull yourself into his chest, breathe in his warm scent and want nothing more than to be in his arms again. Right or wrong you don’t care anymore. This is what you want. You want Joel.

He wraps his arms around you and envelops you in his heat. You can feel his heartbeat singing into your ear with a heavy thud. Strong and resilient. His safe embrace silently apologizing for hurting you along the way. Promising you he wouldn’t ever hurt you again.

His honesty made him less of a mystery now. His hardened exterior was built up over the years of living with this horrible hand he was dealt. Now that you knew the truth, you could finally start to make sense of everything.

Forgive him, even. At least try to.

“I’m sorry.” he presses a kiss onto the top of your head and holds you. “I’m so sorry.”

—

After holding you for a few moments Joel untangled from you and left you to your privacy, continuing his respectful act. Giving you time to process everything he said. Your mind was racing, analyzing everything. Calculating what happens next.

You knew if you crossed that line you would need to forgive him for what he did, and come to terms with sneaking around and indulging in a forbidden romance. At least, if you wanted to keep your job and the only other friendship you had going. Your parents could never find out either. They would never approve of you being with someone almost as old as them, let alone enable it any longer by allowing you to live in their home. You would have to cross that bridge later. This wasn’t about anyone else though. This was about you and Joel and what you wanted.

Your next steps were heavy weighing your options, but also so very clear. No longer could you deny the way he made you feel and the way he made you ache for him when apart. He was remorseful for what he put you through. You could see it in his eyes. Hear it in his voice. Feel it in his touch.

Forgiving Joel would also solidify your relationship. It would be you and only you going forward. No more questionable lines of what you were and what you weren’t.

You made your way out to the living room and saw Joel sitting near the wood stove, wearing reading glasses and a worn book opened in his lap. You didn’t take him for a man that would read for pleasure, but then again you can only do so much without electricity. He looked so peaceful with the glow of the fire illuminating him. A peace that only came with being so open. Everything between you felt lighter, like this was what needed to happen to get to this point.

He looks up at you as you make your way over to stand in front of him.

“Promise me.” you beg. “Promise me that you won’t hurt me...” You pause. “Ever again.” It was an absurd demand, but it was what you needed to hear from him.

He takes off his glasses and closes his book, standing up to join you. His wide and towering body over yours made you feel so small in his shadow. Helpless against him but always safe with him.

His greys caught the light of the fire, reminding you how much older he was and how much it turned you on. His well kept form only made him more and more attractive to you. Everything about him made you want him. An insatiable desire that you couldn’t deny any longer.

“I promise, sweetheart,” he says as he sweeps your hair behind your ear and tenderly holds his palm against you. It makes you feel weak.

“And… Tess?”

“Only you.” He says gently as he takes your hands in front of him. He repeats softer and pushes his forehead into yours as he leans over you, whispering “Only you.”

His hand comes up to cup your cheek and cranes your jawline upward to match your gaze. “I’m yours, if you’ll let me.”

Now you were a goner.

His lips press into you and you melt into him. His tongue wastes no time to push inside and ravage your mouth. You give in to him, letting him consume you and relishing in his neediness to have you.

His hands roam under your shirt, pulling it off hastily over your head. Your lips part only briefly. His roughness on your skin is welcomed as he thumbs at your waist band and urges you to step out of your lounge pants.

You return the urgency, tugging at his shirt to make it disappear. His broad chest was a sight you would never tire of. Wide shoulders that could wrap you up effortlessly.

Joel tore from your lips and trailed his mouth along your jawline. Nipping at the supple skin and gently biting at your neck as he removed your bra. He slid out of his jeans and boxers while he distracted you with his mouth.

You tip your head back as he goes lower, scruff scraping against your collarbone. Trailing lower and lower, dragging along your breasts. He took you into his mouth, letting his tongue dance lightly over your hardening nipples. Sucking with increasing ferocity until he released you with a wet pop and repeated the same on the other side.

He dropped to his knees with his hands firmly grappling your hips he pulled you in close to him. His hot breath tickled as he thumbed your panties down to expose your cunt.

“This is mine” he declared with a wicked grin as he slid your panties down your legs. His possessiveness couldn’t help but show itself and it was something that drove you wild. A pillar in your relationship that he was establishing and leaving no room to question. You were his.

He wasted no time, nudging his nose into your clit as his tongue made quick work of your needy mess. Muffling his face into your heat with a hunger.

Your legs were unsteady but he had such a grip on you, holding you firmly against his face while he devoured you. His scruff getting damp while you started to drip for him. His rough patches sent shivers through your body as they grazed your softest skin while his lips and tongue pleasured you. He rubbed himself against you like a feral cat. Letting your wetness mark him.

He couldn’t get enough of you. His muffled moans vibrated against you exquisitely as he tasted you and moaned in delight.

Your hands found a home in his grey locks of hair, grabbing tightly with each flick of his tongue making you come more and more undone. He knew exactly how to touch you, drawing moans and gasps from your lips while he buried himself deeper. Pausing on the spots where you reacted the most with expert precision.

He started to take his time, relishing in your sweetness and giving you more and more with each tug against him. He was mindful of making it last as long as possible for you, practicing some restraint that he often ignored. This was about you. Apologizing with his tongue in a way that his words could never.

You tried to hold on as long as you could as your muscles weakened and your breathing shallowed. You cried out his name as your orgasm washed over you. He lapped up your sweetness as you rode the wave.

He gently guided you down to join him on the floor, leaving sloppy, open mouthed kisses against your belly.

You were gasping for breath as your heartbeat slowed. He leaned forward, pressing his lips into yours and plunging his tongue inside. You could taste yourself on him. He pulled away and gave a pleased smirk as his eyes narrowed over his nose.

You sat back on your haunches with your legs spread open. He eyed you up and down like you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“I don’t deserve you.” he says almost in disbelief.

“I know.” you tease.

His cock looked painfully hard. You reach a hand towards him and wrap your fingers around his girth. He was so impossibly thick. His veiny shaft called to you like a siren song that twitched under your touch.

He wrapped his fingers around yours, engulfing them as you pumped his cock together. Slow and intimate. The increasing tightness of his skin made you feel guilty for having come already when he was so on edge. You could feel how ready he was and how disciplined he was behaving. You were anxious to have him inside you again as you brushed your thumb over his slit and felt his wetness beading.

“Turn over, sweetheart.” he reluctantly pulls your hand away from his throbbing heat. Your finger drags along the tip as he pulls it off and is wet with his precome. You bring your shiny fingertip to your mouth and lick it clean as you stare at him. The filthy display makes him groan through gritted teeth.

You then obeyed, maneuvering yourself so you were on all fours with your backside to the fire. Grateful for the fur throw rug that was soft on your hands and knees.

He stifled a groan as he shuffled up behind you, sitting up on his knees. He reached around to your front and pressed his fingers to your opening, pleased to find you still wet and begging to be filled. He dipped just his finger tip inside to tease you, reminding you how thick his fingers were, and how much they paled in comparison to his cock. You pressed back against him and let out a needy moan as he plunged his middle finger in deeper. Your desire to have any part of him inside you was overwhelming.

He pulled all the way out and circled your clit with his wet fingertips, making you whimper. You were still sensitive and swollen from moments before.

“Gonna fill you up, sweetheart. Promise.” his Texan accent came out thick.

He pressed his hips into you as he looked down your back, settling himself between your legs. His hands grabbed your hips and he lined up with your entrance, taking his time. Relishing in your shared bodies once again. His fingers kneaded you gently, holding tightly. Afraid if he let go he would lose you again.

He slid a hand up your spine, pushing you down the closer he got to your shoulders, urging you to relax while he held you up at your hips. Your fingers curled into the fur carpet as his cock nudged you.

Oh, how you missed it.

The wait was agonizing. Facing the window, the world looked so peaceful. A black mirror reflecting only the shimmer of the falling snow catching the light from the fire. It was quiet, calming and isolated. For this moment, all that mattered was you and him.

He split you open on his cock as he thrust in, slowly. You could feel his broad head catching on you as he pushed in and out. Working himself a little deeper with each push forward. It was agonizingly slow and you could only imagine how difficult it was for him to be patient. His raspy moans caught in throat with every thrust as your tight walls choked him.

He was fully sheathed inside you, his hips flush with your body as he held you there for a moment. You were filled to the brim with him and it felt intoxicating to have him inside you. His entire length being strangled by your cunt. You could feel his neediness growing, and his desire to lose himself in you. His throbbing cock begging to come.

He wanted more.

He pulled your hips back as he pushed into you, stuffing as much of him inside as he could and being present with how tight you were.

He was relishing in having you again. His right hand left marks as it clawed into you and you could feel his desperation build while left hand slapped onto your ass and firmly gripped you. He pulled you into him and held you still and he could feel your pussy clenching him, begging for friction. Swallowing him as deep as he could go.

“Joel… please.” you beg him to move with your delirious whines.

Then he fucked you. Slow. Hard. Desperate to make it last. Controlling his urge to lose himself until you were moaning and begging for him. Every thrust into you an apology and a promise.

It didn’t take long.

When he came you could feel his heat spilling inside you. Pumping you full of his devotion. You cried out as you rode the wave with him, taking in every drop of his spend as you writhed on his cock.

You fell forward as he pulled out of you, gasping for air. He leaned over your body, his softening cock dragging against you as he leaned down to kiss your neck. Then he collapsed to the side of you.

He reached to the couch to grab a pillow and the blanket that was hung over the side. It wasn’t the most comfortable, but there was no place you wanted to be other than in his arms, engulfed by his heat and filled so much that cum was leaking out of you. Surrounded by the warmth of the fire and smelling sweat and pine.

He pulled you tight against his body with his bicep curled under you to support your head. The length of his body pressed into your backside as he held you close, never wanting to let go. Never wanting to lose you again.

He kissed the top of your head again gently and used his free arm to rub your side soothingly as you both caught your breath.

Joel caressed your sides up to your shoulder until you were fast asleep, stealing secret moments to press a kiss to your body or breathe you in. Holding you so tightly to his body that nobody would dare try to take you away from him. Possessive and determined to prove to you everyday how sorry he was and how important you were to him.

Tonight was something different. It was an intimate side of Joel you had not seen on this level before. You had no doubt that his rough dominance would return with a welcome vengeance, but tonight he was showing you a different part of him. Coming to terms that he was being vulnerable with you because he trusted you.

You faded in and out of sleep, each time comforted when you felt his heat against your body and his heartbeat thumping against your back.

Despite what happened in the past, this moment felt right. Joel Miller had you hook, line and sinker.

To be continued...

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Oooo hi! Can I please request a TFAWS!Bucky x shy!fem!reader where she was a part of the Flag Smashers only because she had nowhere to go after coming back from being disappeared during the snap, one of the Flag Smashers found her and gave her somewhere to live and she was also given super soldier serum. She has the same strength and abilities that the rest of the super soldiers have (like Bucky and Steve) but she’s not a fighter like the other super soldiers. She also was an anomaly because unlike the rest of the people who just got the super strength and all that, she developed other powers (she is connected to nature, so she can grow new plants) so with all this, she’s very much an outcast in the group. As the Flag Smashers start to get more and more violent, it scares her so she decides she needs to get away from them. She had overheard the group talk about The Falcon and The Winter Soldier, so she figured they’d be the only ones who could help her. She tracks Bucky and Sam down for help to Louisiana, like she just shows up at Sam’s sister’s front door (I imagine Sam and Bucky would be on the offense as they’d recognize her as a part of the Flag Smashers). Imagine Bucky lets her move in with him because she has nowhere to go (after he’s sure she’s trustworthy), and she is a big help in them figuring out how to stop the group. The two of them have a lot of chemistry and Bucky has been a super soldier a lot longer than her, so he’s a big help🥹 The two of them fall in love during the months of the mission to take down the Flag Smashers?

Big Help » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Super Soldier/Shy!Female Reader with Sam Wilson/Falcon/Captain America

Summary: You’re a big help to take down the Flag Smashers after Bucky and Sam know you’re trustworthy.

Warnings: Fluff, little bit of Angst, language, violence, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the lovely detailed request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

You assumed that you would pick up where you left off before the snap happened, but you really didn’t know what to do. Shortly after the snap, you met a group called the Flag Smashers. They talked you into joining their team, in which you. They also talked you into taking the Super Soldier serum, in which you also did. You knew that it would make you stronger, but you didn’t know it would give you powers. Shortly after taking the serum, you developed powers where you’re connected with nature. In other words, you can grow new plants.

The main reason the Flag Smashers talked you into taking the serum is that they wanted you to fight, but you didn’t want to do that. You’re not that kind of person, but they don’t know that. You just agreed to it. You feared that if you said no to fighting, you wouldn’t have a place to stay. When it comes to fights, you somehow always manage to get away from them while they’re fighting to hide. When the fights are over and done with, you go back to them. They don’t need to know you didn’t fight. That’s something you’re keeping to yourself.

As of right now, the Flag Smashers are talking about two guys who are trying to take them down… the Falcon and the Winter Soldier. As you listened to what Karli was saying, it didn’t take you long to realize how violent the plan is. It’s so violent that it’s scaring you. She said something about “taking them out”, making your eyes go wide.

“Umm- what- what do you mean by “take them out”?” You asked, stuttering.

“We take them down before they can get their hands on us.” Karli says.

You nodded, pretending like you’re agreeing with the plan when you’re not. You knew you had to warn the Falcon and the Winter Soldier before anything happens. When everyone went to bed, you quietly packed up your things and left. You got far enough away from them and hid. You researched both of them. You found some interesting information on both of them. You also found an address Sam’s sister. You know it’s wrong to just show up at someone’s house unannounced and when they don’t know you, but you feel like this is the only option you have. You have to warn Bucky and Sam before anything happens.

———

A few days later, you finally made it to Louisiana. You went to Sam’s sister’s house, assuming that Sam and Bucky are there. You nervously knocked on the door of Sarah’s house and patiently waited for someone to open the door.

“Can I help you?” Sarah asks after she opens the door.

“Umm- I’m looking for Sam Wilson and Bucky Barnes. It’s- It’s important.” You say nervously.

Sarah stares at you for a second, wondering why you’re looking for her brother and his friend.

“They’re in the back. Follow me.” She says.

You nodded and followed her through her house to the backyard where Sam and Bucky were tossing the shield around.

“Sam, Bucky, you two have a visitor.” Sarah tells them.

Sarah went back in the house. Sam and Bucky turned their attention to you, immediately knowing who you are. Sam held the shield while the plates in Bucky’s vibranium arm shifted, making you nervous.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Sam asks.

“Did you track us?” Bucky asks.

“N-No.” You answered honestly.

“So you won’t mind if one of us pats you down just to make sure you don’t have any weapons on you?” Sam says.

You nodded, allowing one of them to pat you down. Bucky walked over to you and patted you down.

“I’m not here to fight you guys if that’s you guys are thinking. I’m not a fighter.” You say.

“That’s what everyone says.” Bucky says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Did Karli or one of the other Flag Smashers send you here?” Sam asks.

“N-No.” You answered honestly again. “I’m here to warn you guys about what they’re going to do.” You say.

“Care to elaborate?” Bucky asks.

“They want to take you guys down before you guys can take them down. They won’t stop until you guys stop. I can help you guys.” You explained.

“Thank you for the warning, but we can take care of you guys by ourselves. You can leave now.” Sam says.

You opened your mouth and closed it. You wanted to tell them that you’re no longer part of the Flag Smashers, but you didn’t want to somehow set them off in any way. You took a piece of paper out of your pocket and handed it to Bucky.

“My phone number and the name of the motel I’m staying at is on there if you guys want to talk again.” You say quietly.

Sam and Bucky watched you leave. Then they looked at the piece of paper you gave them.

“Are we really going to trust her with the information she just gave us?” Sam asks.

“I don’t know, but something seems off about her and it wouldn’t hurt to find out what it is.” Bucky says.

Sam nods in agreement. The next day, Bucky and Sam went to the motel you’re staying at to talk to you. They knocked on the door and waited for you to open it.

“Oh hi.” You say when you opened the door.

“Hi.” They say in unison.

You stepped aside to allow them to walk inside of your motel room.

“We hope you don’t mind that we came here. We have questions for you.” Bucky says.

“It’s ok.” You say.

You three sat down on the bed. You stared at them nervously, waiting for one of them to say something.

“Why are you part of the Flag Smashers?” Sam asks.

“I’m- I’m not anymore. I left after they talked about taking you guys down. They don’t even know I’m here.” You tell them. “The Flag Smashers found me after the snap and gave me a place to stay. They also talked me into taking the Super Soldier serum.” You explained.

Bucky stared at you in surprise.

“You’re a Super Soldier?” Bucky asks.

“Yes. I have the same abilities as you and Steve Rogers.” You confirmed. “It just affected me a little differently though.” You say.

“Different how?” Sam asks.

“After I took the serum, I’m now connected to nature. I can make new plants grow.” You explained. “I-I can show you if you guys don’t believe me.” You say.

“No, it’s ok. We believe you.” Bucky says softly.

That changed Bucky’s and Sam’s perspective on you. They thought you were going to take them down with the Flag Smashers. It’s the complete opposite. You’re not the kind of person who would do anything like that. Now, they feel bad for the way they talked to you yesterday.

“We’re sorry for the way we talked to you yesterday.” Sam apologizes.

“We thought your intentions were the same as the Flag Smashers.” Bucky says.

“It’s ok. I-I understand.” You say quietly.

After careful consideration and hearing what you said, Bucky and Sam feel like they can trust you. Knowing that you’re not part of the Flag Smashers anymore, they think you can be a big help when they take them down.

“How long are you staying in town?” Sam asks.

“I’m thinking about leaving tomorrow, even though, I don’t have anywhere to stay or go.” You say.

Bucky and Sam couldn’t help but feel bad for you. They knew they had to do something to help you.

“You can live with me.” Bucky says.

“I-I don’t want to intrude.” You say.

“I insist.” He smiles. “I’m leaving tomorrow too.” He says.

“Where are you going?” You asked.

“New York.” He says.

You thought about it for a moment. Once you leave the motel, you don’t know where you’re going to go or staying. Bucky’s offer is much better than staying somewhere on the street.

“I’ll go to New York with you.” You finally say.

———

You are now in New York with Bucky in his apartment. Even though, Bucky doesn’t have decorations in his apartment, it’s still nice. You feel more safe here than you where you were staying with the Flag Smashers.

“Make yourself at home.” Bucky smiles as the two of you walked inside of his apartment. “I’ll show you where you can put your stuff.” He says.

Bucky, being the gentleman he is, took your bags for you. You couldn’t help but smile when he did that. He led you to the bedroom where you’re going to be sleeping in, which is actually his bedroom.

“This is my room, but I never really sleep in here. I sleep in the living room on the floor.” He says.

“Why?” You asked.

“Beds make me feel like I’m sinking to the floor.” He tells you.

“Oh.” You whispered. “I never really slept in beds either. I slept on cots when I was with the Flag Smashers.” You say in an understanding voice.

“I bet you’re really going to like sleeping in a bed after so long.” He says.

You smiled and nodded.

“I’ll leave you to it. I have to go to therapy. I’ll see you soon.” He says.

“See you later.” You say.

You looked around Bucky’s apartment after he left to get to know the place more. You got to thinking. You want to thank Bucky for allowing you to live with him. You thought that you can make you and him dinner as a thank you. So you went to the store to buy what you needed to make dinner. You decided to make something simple and easy.

Later, when Bucky got home from therapy, he immediately smelled what you were making for dinner. He went to the kitchen to see you finishing up dinner.

“I hope it’s ok that I made dinner. I wanted to do make it as a thank you for allowing me to live here.” You say shyly.

“You don’t have to thank me, doll. I told you to make yourself at home.” Bucky says with a smile.

You smiled shyly at him.

“What’s with the small decorative pot?” He asks.

“I wanted to show you my powers.” You say.

Even though, Bucky believes you’re connected to nature, he is interested to see how your powers work.

“Name a flower.” You say.

“Sunflower.” Bucky says.

Your hand hovered over the small decorative pot that’s filled with dirt. Bucky watches closely as you made a sunflower grow in the pot.

“That’s amazing.” He says, completely astonished.

You smiled at his response.

“Are you hungry?” You asked.

“Starving.” Bucky replies with a smile.

You and Bucky got some food and sat down at the table. You two got to know each other more as you guys ate. You came out of your shell a little bit as you talked to Bucky.

———

A few weeks go by and you’re helping Bucky and Sam come up with a plan to take down the Flag Smashers. You and Bucky have noticed that there’s chemistry between the two of you. You two can’t help but gaze and smile at each other. Also, Bucky has kissed you on your cheeks a couple times.

“Do we need to know anything else about the Flag Smashers before we proceed with this mission?” Sam asks you.

“You want to pay attention to their fight patterns. When you have it figured out, it’ll be easier to take them down.” You explained.

“That’s actually a great strategy.” Bucky agrees.

Sam nods in agreement.

“Do you have a suit?” Sam asks you.

“No.” You answered.

“I’ll get you one, doll.” Bucky says.

———

“Here’s your suit, doll.” Bucky says, handing you a duffel bag.

You looked inside of it, seeing a similar to Bucky’s, except yours has both sleeves and it’s a different color. You thanked him with a kiss on his cheek and went to a different room to change into your new suit.

“You look beautiful in it.” Bucky compliments.

“Thank you, Bucky.” You blushed.

When it came down to take down the Flag Smashers, you stayed by Bucky’s side the whole time. When the Flag Smashers seen you, the would’ve never expected you to team up with Bucky and Sam.

“Why are you with them?” Karli asks.

“I’m on their team now.” You tell her.

Karli approaches you, stopping in front of you.

“What did you tell them?” She asks.

“Everything.” You say.

You cried out in pain when she punched you in your face, giving you a bloody nose.

“You don’t know when to keep your mouth shut, do you?” She says.

You know you’re a fighter, but that comment got to you. You threw a punch at Karli, knocking her to the ground. Your eyes went wide, catching yourself by surprise. You didn’t know you could do that. You ran away from her before she got up from the ground. Lucky for you, Bucky wasn’t too far from you.

“Are you ok, doll?” Bucky asks.

“Yes.” You replied.

“Your nose is bleeding.” He points out.

“Karli punched me.” You say.

“She what?” He asks, his jaw clenching.

“I punched her back and knocked her to the ground.” You tell him.

“Great job, doll!” He smiles.

Karli caught up to you and saw you talking to Bucky. She picked up a small and skinny metal stick and threw it in your direction. Bucky caught it with his right hand and stared at her. Your eyes went wide. You weren’t sure if that stick was meant to hit you or Bucky.

As the mission went on, everything went smoothly. You guys did hit a couple bumps along the way, but it ended on a good note for you, Bucky, and Sam.

“You did great, doll. You were a big help.” Bucky says with a smile.

“So did you.” You smiled back.

You and Bucky stopped walking to gaze in each other’s eyes. Your breathing hitched in your throat. Bucky’s right hand gently cupped your cheek, rubbing his thumb against your skin. He then dipped his head down to kiss you softly and passionately. His lips felt soft against yours. You put your hands on his shoulders to steady yourself. His vibranium arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you against him. It felt like everything around you guys was moving in slow motion. You guys were too busy kissing that you two didn’t hear Sam’s footsteps.

“We need to- oh, sorry.” Sam apologizes when he accidentally ruined the moment for you and Bucky.

“It’s ok.” You say softly.

“What’s up?” Bucky asks.

“It can wait. Go back to doing what you two were doing.” He says before walking away.

You and Bucky couldn’t help but laugh. You two do admit that you two should’ve kissed in a more private area, but you two couldn’t wait any longer.

“Since all of this is over, do you want to go to dinner later?” Bucky asks.

“I would love that.” You almost whispered and smiled.

Bucky smiles back and pecks your lips softly a few times.

“I love you!” You blurted out.

Your eyes went wide when you realized what you said.

“Oh god! I’m so sorry! I-” Bucky kisses you before you could finish your sentence.

“I love you too, babydoll.” He says.

“Really?” You asked with a smile.

“Yes. So much.” He smiles back, pecking your lips softly.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

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heartsriki · 1 day ago

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pairing ᝰ Riki x fem!reader — featuring.. ot7 & njz wc: 5.7k

⌇ … warnings & genre ↺ frenemies to lovers, lots of bickering, reader is an influencer sort of, jealousy, fluff, a kiss.

synopsis — A weekend trip, nonstop teasing, and one accidental like—somewhere between annoying each other and late-night moments, You and Riki realize your feelings might be more than just for the camera.

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“What about Riki?” Hanni asks, giving you a knowing glance.

You groan, already regretting this conversation. “Riki? What. Why bring him up?”

“Well, isn’t he also going on the trip? He’s friends with your friends, right?”

You cross your arms with a sigh. “Regretfully, I think so…”

Hanni hums, tilting her head. “What’s your problem with him anyway? I think he’s cute.”

Your eyebrows shoot up. “I wouldn’t say cute.”

“And talented.”

“Not that either.”

“He’s nice too.”

You scoff. “Now you’re just messing with me.”

Hanni laughs, nudging your shoulder. “Okay, but seriously. What made you dislike him so much?”

What made you hate Riki? Oh, it was simple, really.

He was annoying. Egotistical. Arrogant. Selfish. Manipulative. And rude.

People say you hate him? Well, he started it.

Hanni is still watching you, waiting for an answer, but you just shake your head. She wouldn’t get it. No one ever does.

“You’re being dramatic,” she finally says, crossing her arms.

You scoff. “Am I? Have you ever had to deal with someone who goes out of their way to make your life miserable?”

She tilts her head in thought. “No, but maybe you’re just imagining it. Riki doesn’t seem like that kind of person.”

You let out a humorless laugh. “That’s because he has everyone fooled. Trust me, he knows exactly what he’s doing.”

Hanni gives you a skeptical look. “Okay, then tell me. What has he actually done to you?”

Oh, where to begin? There was the time he conveniently ‘forgot’ to tell you about a major change in your group project, making you look unprepared in front of the entire class. Or the time he somehow convinced everyone that you were the one who ditched the plans he never even invited you to in the first place. And don’t even get you started on the way he always smirks whenever he sees you struggle with anything, like he’s just waiting for you to mess up.

But instead of listing every single one of Riki’s crimes, you just sigh. “It doesn’t matter. Just know that he’s the worst.”

Hanni still looks unconvinced, but she drops the subject with a little shrug. “Fine, if you say so.”

You relax slightly, glad to move on—until she adds, “I personally think hes flirting.”

You whip your head toward her. “He is not.”

She grins. “Right.”

You exhale sharply, already regretting letting Hanni drag this out. But if she wants to know the full story, fine.

“It’s not some deep, dramatic thing,” you start. “We met through our friend group—Jake, Sunghoon, Jay, Sunoo, Jungwon, Heeseung. At first, he was just… there. Annoying, always doing the most for attention. But I didn’t really care. We barely interacted.”

Hanni nods, urging you to continue. “And then?”

“And then, one day, I was doing a live,” you say flatly. “It was supposed to be normal—just me talking to my followers and fans, answering questions, minding my business. But guess who decided to pop in uninvited?”

She gasps dramatically. “No. He wouldn’t.”

“Oh, but he did.” You cross your arms. “And, of course, the chat immediately noticed. People were freaking out, like, ‘Omg, Riki’s here?!’ ‘Riki, say hi!’ and I was already dreading whatever he was about to do.”

Hanni grins. “And what did he do?”

You sigh, closing your eyes like you can still see it happening. “He sent a donation just so his message would be pinned on the screen. And do you know what he asked?”

Hanni leans forward, eyes wide with anticipation. “What?”

You drop your voice, mimicking Riki’s cocky tone. “‘Be honest—do you secretly have a crush on me?’”

Hanni screams. “NO.”

“YES.” You groan, burying your face in your hands. “And the worst part? I was so caught off guard, I hesitated before saying no. And the internet never let it go.”

She’s cackling now, gripping your arm. “Oh my god, that’s so funny.”

“It’s not funny,” you grumble. “Because now? People like us. Together. The clip went viral, there are fan edits, people comment on my posts saying ‘#NishimuraEffect,’ and every time I go live, someone always asks about him.”

Hanni wipes a fake tear from her eye. “That’s incredible. You’re living a cliche rom-com.”

“A nightmare,” you correct. “Because Riki? He loves it. He leans into it. He’ll pop up in my comment section, reply to tweets with winks, and the other day? He sent me a playlist called ‘Songs That Remind Me of You’ and people lost their minds!”

Hanni gasps. “Wait. Was it a real playlist?”

“It was literally just a playlist with songs that he knows I hate.”

She wheezes. “Okay, no, that’s hilarious.”

“It’s immature,” you huff. “And now, whenever we’re in the same room, he just smirks at me like I’m obsessed with him. Like this is all just a fun little game.”

Hanni gives you a knowing look. “You do talk about him a lot…”

You shoot her a glare. “Don’t start.”

She smirks. “Too late. I think this trip is gonna be very interesting.”

The trip was supposed to be a simple getaway—a weekend away with friends, no drama, no awkwardness, just a little downtime and possibly endless amounts of photo dump content for your page. At least, that’s what you thought when you agreed to go. But now, standing in front of your packed suitcase, you couldn’t shake the feeling that things were about to get way more complicated.

Hanni had practically begged you to go. “It’s just a short trip! You need to get away from our apartment,” she’d said.

You’d reluctantly agreed, wanting the escape, but now that it was here, you were starting to question your decision. Because the trip included Riki. And the last thing you needed was a weekend of him continuing his little game of pushing your buttons.

You could already hear his voice in your head, mocking your every move.

“You sure you’re okay with being in the same car as me for three hours? Can you resist me?”

You shudder at the thought. The last time you were this close to him for any extended period of time, you nearly lost your mind. But this time? It was different. This time, he had the leverage of your online reputation over your head.

“Alright, everyone ready?” Heeseung called, appearing in the doorway of your room with his usual wide grin.

You gave him a thumbs-up, trying to hide your nerves. “Yeah. Just… give me a second.”

“Don’t take too long,” he teased, a knowing look in his eyes. “Riki’s already downstairs.”

That was the last thing you needed to hear. You quickly shoved your phone into your bag and followed Jake downstairs, where the group was already gathered. The moment you stepped into the living room, Riki’s voice hit you like a wave.

“Hey, look at that.. only took like what? Three hours?” He turned to you, flashing that infamous, teasing grin. “Did you pack extra clothes? Or did you vlog your packing routine for your little page?”

You clenched your jaw, refusing to rise to the bait. “I just lost track of time,” you muttered, glancing over at the others. They were all chatting and laughing, clearly oblivious to Riki’s mind games.

“Alright, let’s get going!” Jungwon called, grabbing his bag and heading for the door.

You followed the group out to the cars, trying to ignore the feeling of Riki’s gaze on you. Of course, he had to be in the same car as you. Why wouldn’t he be?

You slid into the backseat with Sunghoon and Sunoo, silently praying for the trip to be over already. But of course, Riki made himself comfortable in the seat next to you, leaning over the armrest just enough to make it impossible to avoid him.

“So,” he said, his voice smooth and casual, “How’s the internet fame treating you? I saw your last livestream. Pretty cute how everyone keeps asking about us.”

You rolled your eyes. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t bring that up. Ever again.”

He chuckled, clearly amused by your discomfort. “What? I’m just stating the facts. It’s pretty entertaining how much people are into this whole thing. Especially since im way out of your league.”

“I’m not into it,” you said firmly, crossing your arms. “And neither are you. You’re just messing with me.”

Riki grinned, clearly enjoying the way you were trying to avoid eye contact. “Sure, sure. Whatever you say.” He leaned back in his seat, his expression softening just a little.

You glared at him, refusing to let him get to you. “Don’t you have anything better to do than make my life miserable?”

He raised an eyebrow, his smirk never leaving his face. “It’s funny making fun of people like you.”

The rest of the car ride passed in awkward silence, broken only by the sound of the others chatting and laughing around you. You kept your focus on the passing scenery, determined not to engage. But despite your best efforts, you could still feel Riki’s presence, like he was waiting for you to crack.

When you finally arrived at the cabin, you were more than ready to get away from him for a bit. The house was cozy, with a large living room and a fireplace crackling in the corner. You were more than ready to get away from Riki for a bit. As everyone scattered to claim rooms, you spotted the perfect one at the end of the hall—far from the shared spaces, away from distractions, and most importantly, away from him.

But just as you stepped inside, a familiar voice called out behind you.

“No way you get this room.”

You closed your eyes briefly, already regretting every decision that led to this moment. Turning around, you found Riki leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk already forming.

“I got here first,” you stated.

He shrugged. “I don’t care. I’m not rooming with Jungwon again. The guy sleeps like a rock but somehow still manages to kick me in his sleep.”

You raised an eyebrow. “And that’s my problem how?”

Riki stepped past you, dropping his bag onto the other bed in the room. “It is now.”

Your mouth fell open. “No. Absolutely not. I am not sharing a room with you.”

“Why not? Afraid you’ll fall in love with me overnight?”

You groaned, running a hand down your face. “I’d rather sleep outside.”

“Go ahead,” he said, flopping onto the bed, arms behind his head. “Less complaining for me to hear.”

You stared at him, waiting for him to give up, but he didn’t move. He just looked at you, that stupid smirk still playing on his lips like he knew you had no other option. And unfortunately, he was right. The cabin didn’t have enough rooms for everyone to have their own, and if you didn’t stay here, you’d probably end up sharing with Sunoo—who had a habit of sleep-talking in full conversations.

“Fine,” you muttered, dragging your suitcase toward the other side of the room. “But don’t talk to me.”

Riki grinned. “Gladly.”

The morning started with a natural split—girls on one side of the cabin, guys on the other. After breakfast, the group decided to go their separate ways for a bit. Hanni, Yunjin, and the other girls wanted to explore the nearby shops, while the guys planned to check out a hiking trail a few miles away.

As they piled into separate cars, Jungwon glanced over at Riki, who had been quieter than usual. “Alright, man, I gotta ask,” he said as he adjusted his seatbelt. “Why do you mess with Y/N so much?”

Jake, who was driving, snickered. “Yeah, dude. It’s like your favorite hobby.”

Riki rolled his eyes, leaning back in his seat. “It’s not that deep.”

Sunghoon turned in his seat to face him. “Nah, but seriously. You’re always on her case. What’s the deal?”

Riki shrugged, staring out the window. “I just don’t like influencers.”

Sunoo raised an eyebrow. “Okay, but why?”

“They’re all the same,” Riki muttered, crossing his arms. “They act like the world revolves around them just because they have a following. They take a hundred pictures of their food before eating, they vlog every second of their life like it’s a reality show, and they pretend like they’re relatable when they’re really just obsessed with attention.”

The car fell silent for a moment.

Jake finally sighed. “So… you hate Y/N because she posts online?”

Riki hesitated. “I don’t hate her.”

Jungwon smirked. “Could’ve fooled us.”

Riki rolled his eyes again. “She’s just—she’s exactly like the type of people I can’t stand. Always worried about engagement, always curating everything to look perfect. It’s annoying.”

Sunghoon hummed, clearly unconvinced. “Or maybe you’re just mad because you actually like her, and you don’t know how to deal with it.”

Riki scoffed. “That’s the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Sunoo nudged Sunghoon. “He’s definitely in denial.”

“Definitely,” Jake agreed.

Riki groaned, shoving his hoodie over his head. “Whatever. Can we just go hiking now?”

The conversation shifted after that, but even as the guys joked and planned their route, Riki couldn’t shake the lingering irritation in his chest.

Later that afternoon, after the hike and a much-needed nap back at the cabin, Riki found himself lying on his bed, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone.

Before he even realized what he was doing, he was on your page.

It was almost second nature at this point—checking what you posted, seeing what dumb caption you’d come up with this time. He told himself he was just looking for something to make fun of, something to roll his eyes at.

But then he caught himself smiling.

The post was an old one—before he ever really started paying attention to you. It was a candid picture, nothing staged, just you laughing at something off-camera. The way your eyes crinkled at the corners, the way your smile shined so bright—it was genuine. Real.

He stared at it for a second too long.

Then his thumb slipped.

A loud double tap echoed in the quiet room.

Riki’s heart stopped.

“No. No, no, no—” He shot up, staring at the screen in horror. His username, clear as day, was now stamped underneath a post from two years ago.

Panic set in.

He scrambled to unlike it, praying the damage wasn’t done. But it was too late. The notification had already been sent.

Dropping his phone onto his chest, he let out a long, miserable groan.

He was so screwed.

A knock at the door made Riki jolt upright. His phone nearly slipped from his grip as your voice rang through the wood.

“Hey, are you in there?”

His heart rate spiked.

He tried to act normal, shoving his phone under his pillow like that would somehow erase the evidence. “Uh… yeah, obviously?”

You pushed the door open without making a note on his attitude, your brows furrowed as you scrolled through your phone. “Weird. My notifications just went crazy for a second—”

Riki shot up so fast his head nearly spun. “What? That’s… weird. Super weird.”

You didn’t seem to hear him, still staring at your screen. And then, your steps slowed. Your eyes widened slightly.

“Riki,” you said, dragging his name out in suspicion. “Did you just like my post… from two years ago?”

His entire soul left his body. “No.”

You turned the screen toward him, showing the undeniable truth: Riki liked your photo.

His face burned. “Okay, fine, yes, but it was an accident.”

A slow smirk formed on your lips. “Oh my god. You were stalking my page.”

“No, I wasn’t.”

“You totally were.”

Riki scrambled off the bed, moving toward you with purpose. “Give me your phone.”

You laughed, stepping back. “Absolutely not.”

“I just need to—” He lunged, but you dodged, holding your phone out of reach.

“Admit you were looking at my posts first.”

“Never.”

You yelped as he grabbed for your wrist, but you twisted away, stumbling slightly. “Wow, this is embarrassing for you.”

“Oh, you have no idea.” Riki dove forward again, and this time, he caught your waist, making you gasp as the momentum sent you both tumbling back onto the bed.

The room went still.

Riki barely registered the way your breath hitched. The way your hands landed on his chest, fingers curling slightly against the fabric of his hoodie. The way his own hands—one braced on the mattress, the other still loosely gripping your waist—felt suddenly, dangerously warm.

You were close. Too close.

Your eyes flickered to his lips for just a second. Too long.

His grip tightened on instinct.

Something unspoken crackled between you, thick and charged. Riki’s smirk had completely disappeared, replaced with something else entirely—something neither of you wanted to think about.

For once, you didn’t have a witty comeback. And for once, he didn’t have a teasing remark.

Then—

A loud knock shattered the moment.

“Hey, are you guys seriously fighting again?” Jake’s voice called through the door. “Just kiss already or shut up about it!”

You and Riki instantly broke apart.

You shoved him off of you, flustered, as he cleared his throat and rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling like it had all the answers in the world.

“You’re so annoying,” you muttered, sitting up quickly, clearly trying to compose yourself.

Riki exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “You started it.”

You shot him a glare before storming toward the door. Just before stepping out, you turned back, obviously still flustered.

“For the record,” you said, voice quieter now, “if you wanted to stalk my page, you could’ve just made a fake account, dumbass.”

Then you were gone, leaving Riki lying there, staring after you, heartbeat still uneven.

The lake wasn’t even part of the original plan.

It was supposed to be a lazy morning at the cabin, maybe a hike if everyone felt like it. But then Sunoo, who always had a dramatic streak, took one look at the heat and declared, “I’m going to melt. We’re going to the lake.”

So now, here you were—standing at the edge of the dock, arms crossed, watching as your friends splashed into the cool water. The sun glowed golden against the lake’s surface, the air buzzing with laughter and the occasional shriek whenever someone got dunked underwater.

And, of course, Riki was being the absolute worst.

He was already in the water, hair slicked back, grinning like he was plotting something. He kept dunking Jungwon, then dodging away before he could get tackled in return.

You had zero intention of getting in the water. You were content staying on the dock, dipping your toes in while avoiding whatever ridiculous water war was happening between the guys.

Unfortunately, Riki had other plans.

He swam closer, resting his arms on the dock right by your feet. “What’s the matter? Scared you’ll mess up your whole influencer aesthetic?”

You shot him a glare. “Some of us actually enjoy being dry, thanks.”

His grin widened. “Nah, I think you’re just scared you can’t swim.”

You scoffed. “I can swim.”

“Prove it.”

“I don’t have to prove anything to you.”

That was the wrong thing to say.

Because the second the words left your mouth, Riki’s hands shot up, grabbing your ankles.

“Riki, don’t—”

But it was too late.

One hard yank and—

SPLASH.

Cold water exploded around you as you went under. The shock knocked the breath from your lungs, and for a split second, all you saw was a blur of bubbles and blue. Then you surfaced, gasping.

“RIKI!”

His laughter rang out, pure menace. “Told you you could swim.”

Oh, he was so dead.

You lunged at him, sending a wave of water into his face, but Riki just dodged, still laughing. You barely noticed the others watching with wide grins—until Jake, the true agent of chaos, yelled, “so we’re pushing people in now?”

And that was the beginning of total warfare.

Jungwon and Sunghoon immediately grabbed Sunoo, sending him shrieking into the water. Hanni and Danielle tackled Jake. Everyone was dragging everyone else in, and chaos erupted—splashes, screams, and the occasional betrayal as alliances crumbled.

Amidst all of it, Riki swam closer to you, a smug look on his face.

“Having fun?” he asked.

You glared, water dripping from your lashes. “you wish I’d let you off that easy.”

Before he could react, you surged forward, wrapping your arms around his shoulders—except this time, you weren’t just pushing him under. You dragged him down with you.

For a moment, it was just water, weightlessness, and the muffled sounds of the lake.

Then, you both surfaced, way too close.

You were still gripping his shoulders, and his hands had instinctively settled on your waist, steadying you. Neither of you moved. Neither of you spoke.

The sounds of your friends blurred into the background.

Riki blinked, water droplets clinging to his lashes. His grin was gone.

You could feel the warmth of his skin under your fingers. The slow rise and fall of his breathing.

The realization crashed over you all at once.

You had him.

You had him cornered.

A slow smirk curled at your lips. “What’s wrong?” you murmured. “Speechless?”

Riki’s grip on your waist tightened—just for a second—before he scoffed. “Not at all.”

But his voice was softer now. Lower. Like he wasn’t sure if he believed himself.

For a second, you wondered—if you leaned in just a little, if the space between you disappeared—

But then—

“HEY!” Jake’s voice cut through the air. “Are you two flirting?”

Riki immediately let go, stepping back. You did the same, heart hammering.

Jake grinned like he had definitely seen something. “If you’re gonna make out, at least warn us first.”

“Shut up,” Riki snapped, shoving a wave of water in his direction.

You rolled your eyes, turning away before anyone could catch the heat rising to your face.

The moment had passed.

But as the group carried on, splashing and laughing like nothing had happened, you couldn’t help but notice—

Riki wasn’t teasing you as much anymore.

And every time you glanced at him, you caught him already looking.

Sometime later, The sun melted into the horizon, painting the lake in hues of soft gold and deep orange. Everything glowed—the water, the trees, the faces of your friends as they laughed and dried off on the dock. It was the kind of moment you knew would look perfect on your feed.

So, naturally, you grabbed your phone.

You adjusted the angle, letting the sunset frame your shot, when a voice interrupted.

“Want me to take one for you?”

You glanced up to find Jay standing nearby, towel draped over his shoulders, shaking water from his hair.

“Actually, I was gonna do a self-timer,” you said.

Jay grinned. “Or… we could take one together.”

You blinked. “You wanna be in my post?”

“Why not?” He shrugged. “I mean, it’d be a shame to let this lighting go to waste.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Fine. Get in here.”

Jay slid next to you, tossing an arm around your shoulders with an easy familiarity. The two of you posed—first with a casual smile, then a peace sign, then an exaggerated model pose that made you both crack up.

What you didn’t notice was the way Riki’s expression darkened from across the dock.

He had been talking with Jungwon, barely paying attention, until he caught sight of you and Jay—standing a little too close, laughing a little too easily. Jay’s arm stayed draped around your shoulders as he leaned in to check the pictures.

And Riki felt something sharp and unfamiliar twist in his chest.

His jaw clenched.

His stomach burned.

He hated it.

Without thinking, he pushed off the wooden railing and made his way over.

“Hope you got my good side,” Jay joked, peering over your shoulder.

You laughed. “You literally look good in every photo, shut up.”

Jay winked. “So you do think I look good.”

Before you could roll your eyes, another voice cut in—calm, controlled, but laced with something heavy underneath.

“Didn’t realize this was a couples shoot.”

You turned just in time to see Riki step up beside you, hands shoved in his pockets. His expression was indifferent, but there was something in his eyes—something sharp and unsettled.

Jay smirked. “Feeling left out?”

Riki’s gaze flickered between the two of you before he let out a quiet scoff. “Just wondering when you two got so close.”

Your breath caught.

Jay raised an eyebrow. “It’s just a photo.”

Riki shrugged, but his jaw was tight. “Is it?”

The words hung in the air, heavier than they should have been.

You swallowed, heat rising to your face. “Since when do you care?”

For the first time, Riki didn’t have a quick comeback. He held your gaze for a second longer than necessary—then, without another word, he reached for your phone, flipped the camera to selfie mode, and pulled you in beside him.

The sunset glowed behind you both, casting golden light over the two of you. His expression was unreadable—yours, somewhere between confused and way too aware of how close he was.

Click.

The picture saved, and Riki handed your phone back.

“There,” he said, voice quieter now. “Something worth posting.”

Then, before you could say anything, he turned and walked away—leaving you standing there, heart racing, wondering what the hell just happened.

The door clicked shut behind you, sealing you and Riki into the shared room for the night. The air between you was thick with something unspoken—something that had been there ever since the lake, since the sunset, since the moment his hand found its way to your waist.

You hated how aware you were of it.

Riki, on the other hand, acted like nothing had changed. He tossed his bag into the corner, grabbed a towel, and ran it through his damp hair as he stood near the dresser. His movements were relaxed, effortless, but his silence was new. Usually, he’d have made some comment by now—some smug remark, some way to push your buttons.

Instead, he said nothing.

And somehow, that made it worse.

You sat on the edge of the bed, scrolling aimlessly through your phone, but your mind wasn’t really focused. You could still feel the weight of his arm from earlier, the quiet challenge in his voice when he pulled you close, the way his eyes had darkened when he saw you laughing with Jay.

Jay.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. Maybe that was it—maybe Riki was just annoyed that someone else had gotten under your skin before he could.

But then why did he look at you like that?

“You didn’t post it.”

His voice cut through the silence, and you glanced up to find him watching you from across the room.

You blinked. “What?”

“The picture.” He nodded toward your phone. “You didn’t post it.”

You shifted uncomfortably. “So?”

Riki tilted his head, eyes unreadable. “Didn’t peg you as the type to waste a good photo.”

You exhaled through your nose. “Maybe I just didn’t feel like dealing with the comments.”

He let out a scoff, tossing the towel onto his suitcase. “Right. Because people liking us together would be so unbearable for you.”

You shot him a glare. “You say that like you don’t make my life unbearable.”

Riki’s lips curled into something almost smug, but there was something off about it—like he wasn’t fully committed to the act. “Funny. Didn’t seem like you hated it when you let me pull you in.”

Your breath hitched. “I didn’t let you do anything.”

“Didn’t stop me either.”

You clenched your jaw, standing up abruptly. “Oh my god, you’re so—”

He took a step closer.

You faltered.

The room suddenly felt smaller, the space between you charged with something sharp, something heated. You hadn’t even realized how close he had gotten, but now, standing just inches away, you could see the way his gaze flickered across your face—searching, calculating, something almost hesitant underneath the usual arrogance.

You swallowed, willing your pulse to slow down. “If you’re expecting me to fall at your feet or something, it’s not happening.”

Riki’s lips twitched, but the usual cockiness wasn’t fully there. “Please. Like I’d waste my time.”

His voice was softer now, lower.

Your heart pounded against your ribs.

The tension in the air pulled tight like a string about to snap. And then—

“Whatever. I’m going to bed.”

You didn’t move for a second, still rooted to the spot, still reeling from the fact that, for a split second, you were sure he was about to—

No.

You shook your head, exhaling sharply before climbing into bed and pulling the covers over you. “Yeah. Good.”

Neither of you spoke after that.

But sleep didn’t come easy.

The drive back was quiet, but the air between you and Riki was anything but. The weight of everything that had happened over the weekend—the teasing, the tension, the almost-moments—hung between you like an unfinished sentence.

Then, out of nowhere, Riki leaned over and grabbed your phone from your lap.

“Hey—” You swatted at his arm, but he was faster, scrolling through your camera roll with that same annoying smirk he always had when he was up to something.

A second later, he turned the phone toward you.

Your heart nearly stopped.

It was the sunset picture. The one he had taken of you at the lake—the one you couldn’t bring yourself to post. But now, it was up on your feed, public for everyone to see.

Your mouth fell open. “Riki!”

“Too late.” He leaned back against his seat, looking way too pleased with himself. “Now people can assume whatever they want.”

You huffed, ready to argue, but the warmth in his gaze stopped you. There was no teasing bite behind his words this time, no challenge—just something softer, something hesitant, like he was waiting for your reaction.

And instead of being mad, you laughed.

Not the annoyed kind, not the I’m-going-to-kill-you kind, but the kind that felt light and real and good.

Riki’s smirk faltered for a second, replaced by something else. “You’re not mad?”

You shook your head, still smiling. “No. I just… I like the picture.”

His lips parted slightly, like your answer had caught him off guard. Then, with a sudden boldness, he reached out and flicked your forehead gently.

“Well, obviously,” he muttered, looking away like he wasn’t blushing. “I took it.”

You rolled your eyes, shoving his arm, but your stomach was doing somersaults.

He peeked at you again, a small, almost shy grin forming. “So… does this mean I’m your favorite now?”

You scoffed. “Not even close.”

Riki chuckled, and before you could react, he grabbed your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You felt your breath catch.

Neither of you moved to let go.

And just like that, the teasing, the bickering, the tension—it all melted into something new. Something neither of you had to name just yet.

I guess you guys weren’t so different on and off camera after all.

— BONUS…

Dating Riki was… an experience.

Not that you ever expected it to be normal. After all, your relationship had started with endless teasing, unnecessary bets, and a public ship that neither of you had taken seriously—until, well, you did.

Now, a few weeks in, you had learned a few things.

One: Riki was still insufferable. He still stole your phone to post embarrassing pictures, still made fun of your influencer habits, and still found every possible way to get under your skin.

Two: He was also disgustingly sweet when he wanted to be.

Like now, when he was currently lying on your couch, scrolling through your latest post, his head resting lazily against your lap. His free hand toyed with the hem of your sweatshirt—his sweatshirt, one that he had “accidentally” left at your place enough times that it just became yours.

“You’re obsessed with me,” he muttered, eyes glued to the screen.

You raised a brow, running your fingers absentmindedly through his hair. “Excuse me?”

He turned his phone toward you, showing the comment section of your latest post. “Look at this. Half your followers are just here for me.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh, please. They were here way before you.”

Riki hummed, unconvinced. “Sure, but the engagement went way up ever since people found out we’re together. Face it, I’m your brand now.”

You flicked his forehead, making him grunt. “Yeah? Then how much do I owe you?”

He grinned. “You can pay me in kisses.”

You scoffed, cheeks heating up despite yourself. “You’re the worst.”

“But,” he said, shifting so he was staring up at you with that stupidly charming smile, “you love me.”

You froze.

The words were so casual, so effortless—like he wasn’t even thinking about them. Like they had just slipped out.

Your stomach flipped. “What did you just say?”

Riki blinked, then smirked. “That you love me? Yeah, I know.”

Your mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again.

“Oh my god.” You smacked his arm, feeling your heart pound. “You can’t just say things like that out of nowhere!”

“Why not?” he asked, grinning. “It’s true.”

You glared at him, flustered beyond belief. “Maybe I should be the one who gets paid to deal with you.”

Riki laughed, then, without warning, pulled you down until your forehead bumped against his. His voice was softer when he spoke again. “Fine. I’ll say it properly next time. On camera. Just for you.”

Your heart swelled.

Because for all the teasing, for all the playful remarks and jokes—this was real.

And when he kissed you—slow, warm, just right—you knew you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

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Hey Hey can i request a Sensei Wolf x reader where reader and and Kwon Jae-Sung are best friends and Sensei's Jealous🙏🏻i love youre writing

𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐲 | sensei wolf × fem!reader

summary | wolf's possessive words about your past make you question everything as his jealousy and intensity pull you back in

warnings | possessiveness, jealousy, intense confrontation, tension, emotional manipulation, past romantic connection

word count | 2.0 k

author's note | it would help me a lot if you liked, commented and reposted so that more people read what I write and don't forget to follow me, thanks ᡣ𐭩

The roars of the crowd and the clash of the matches echo around you, but your eyes can't look away from Kwon, your best friend for years. You're so used to seeing him fight that his presence no longer surprises you, but today, amidst all the competition, your mind keeps drifting back to him, to his smile, and the way he moves in the arena.

"Well done, Kwon!" you cheer with a smile, clapping as he finishes his match with a victory. In that moment, your eyes shift to the corner where Sensei Wolf watches.

You've noticed it from the start. His gaze never leaves you, as if he's waiting for something. Or maybe, as if he's... jealous. Every time you speak with Kwon, you can feel that pressure coming from his direction, that tension in the air that makes you feel uneasy in a way that you can't quite place.

And today is no different. While Kwon receives applause from his teammates, you can't stop thinking about the times when you and Wolf trained together, when he was your sensei at Iron Dragons, and the kind of connection you shared. That connection that now seems to be pulling you back to him, even though you don't want to admit it.

You're about to turn back to Kwon, but a shadow approaches you, blocking your line of sight. You recognize the figure immediately. Wolf.

"Enjoying the tournament ?" His voice is low, almost like he's biting his words. The tone isn't friendly, and you know it. There's something more in the way he says it, something that makes you frown.

"Yeah, Kwon is doing great," you reply, forcing a smile, but your heart is beating faster than you'd like. Despite the crowd and the noise, Wolf's presence beside you makes it feel like the entire world has stopped.

Wolf watches you for a moment, his eyes locked onto you, but in his gaze, there's something different. Something you can't identify, but it makes you feel as though you're being inspected, measured. As if he wants to see you in a different way, as if your relationship with Kwon is a problem for him.

"I see you get along pretty well with him," he says, his voice sharp, his words colliding with the air like an unexpected blow.

"It's nothing unusual," you respond, raising an eyebrow. "He's my best friend."

But when you look at his face, you realize he's not satisfied with the answer. In fact, he's absolutely upset. You can't see it, but you know it. His posture stiffens, his jaw tightens.

"You don't get it, do you?" His tone is low, dangerous. "All of this... what we shared when you trained in my dojo, the way you fought, how you looked at me... It wasn't just training, was it?"

Your breath quickens as you remember those days. The days when you both shared something more than just the sensei-student relationship. There was something deeper, a connection you both tried to ignore, but deep down, you knew you couldn't deny it. And now, hearing those words, it all comes back with full force.

He takes a step closer, almost approaching you with that gaze you've never seen so intense. "You were mine," he whispers, his voice deep, almost like an order. "And even though you're here with Cobra Kai, I still see you as mine."

The world seems to stop for a second. The sensation of suffocation takes over you, and Wolf's words, so possessive, so full of jealousy, cut through your breath. How dare he say something like that? After everything you've worked for, after all the months that have passed since you left his dojo?

"I'm not here to go back to what we had, Wolf," you say, trying to regain control, though you feel a tremor in your voice.

But he doesn't let you retreat. He gets closer, his face so near you can feel his breath on your skin. "It doesn't matter what you say. I still see the way you looked at me when we trained together. And that doesn't disappear, you know? No one else looks at you like I did."

His words are harsh, his tone possessive. The heat in your body intensifies, and for a moment, you wonder if you're wrong for thinking that all of this is wrong. Can you really forget it all so easily?

"This isn't what you think," you reply, trying to stay firm, but insecurity starts to fill every corner of your mind. "You don't have the right to talk to me like that."

But Wolf doesn't give you space to respond. In a swift motion, he grabs your wrist, pulling you toward him with an unexpected force. "I don't want you to keep pretending, alright? You were with me before, and if you have a problem with that, we'll settle it here and now."

Your heart races as you try to pull away, but his grip doesn't loosen. You feel trapped, like the air around you is becoming heavy. And worst of all, deep down, you don't know how to react.

Before you can say anything more, the fight begins to erupt. The sounds of the tournament fade, replaced by the rumbling of the world around you. And the last thing you hear is Wolf's voice, low and deep, as his words pierce your chest.

"You’re mine, you always will be."

The air feels denser as you stand there, caught between anger and confusion. The noise of the tournament continues to feel distant, as if it isn’t real, as if you only exist in this moment between Wolf and you. Every word that comes out of his mouth makes you question everything you once thought you knew about him, about you, and about what it meant to be part of his dojo.

You struggle to stay calm, but you can't help feeling the control slip through your fingers, just like before. Those days when you trained with him, every punch, every glance, made you feel like you were under his command, like you were an extension of his will. And now, with his venomous words, you feel that connection, the one you tried to bury, returning with full force.

"Tell me, don’t you feel it too?" Wolf insists, his voice lower, more intense. "You can’t deny it. You were mine back then, and you know it. I don’t care what you do here, I don’t care about the dojo you’re in. You were always mine."

#cobra kai #cobra kai x reader #cobra kai series #cobra kai x you #cobra kai season 6 #cobra kai s6 #sensei wolf fic #sensei wolf cobra kai #sensei wolf x reader #sensei wolf #feng xiao x reader #feng xiao cobra kai #feng xiao

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jules-sixx · 19 hours ago

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••𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐈𝐗𝐗•• 𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐏••

summary ; nikki, your boyfriend, finds you on LSD and drinking booze with your friends that he hates and takes you home, lashing out the next morning.

WARNINGS- mentions of fighting, yelling, drugs, booze.

One summer day, Nikki was in the studio, you were having fun with friends. Well- that “fun” quickly started with a shit ton of booze and pills and quickly ended with you being dragged out to the car by your boyfriend.

You were extremely drugged up, your vision was going hazy, seeing doubles. You were basically putty in his hands. He had you by the hair first, then the shoulder. Next thing you know, you’re being shoved in the car and on Ventura Freeway.

The whole car ride was silence. The only thing breaking it was T-Rex and Nikki’s heavy breathing. You eventually made it to yours and Nikki’s shared house, being sober enough to walk in by yourself.

You make it to the bed with a few stumbles and trips, Nikki right behind you. You fall on the bed and Nikki lifts you up onto his lap. Finally, he breaks the silence.

“What were you thinking?” He asks you softly, rubbing your thigh a bit with his thumb. This was the calm before the storm.

“I dunno.. but m’tired n don’t feel good.” You basically pout into his chest, wrapping your arms (that feel like jelly) around his neck.

��I can tell. Sleep, we’ll talk about this in the morning.” And just like that, you fall asleep.

The next afternoon, you wake up with a POUNDING headache. You look to your left, expecting Nikki to be there, he’s not. You figured he’s at the studio. You reach over to your nightstand to grab your glasses, finding 2 pills, a water bottle, a note, and your glasses.

You notice the pills are tylenol so you take them, water chasing down your throat. You put your glasses on and turn the lamp on, reading the note. The note reads:

‘Babe, 05-17-87

Going to the studio. Don’t wait up, might be a while. Take the asprin. I know you’ll need it. I love you. ~ NIKKI

P.S. - Don’t think you’re off the hook! We will be talking about this later.’

Uhhh, Okay.

A few hours later, you’re sitting in bed when the front door opens and closes. Nikki’s home. He comes up to the room and barges in.

“Since you’re sober enough, we’re talking about this now. Seriously, what the fuck?!” He yells, rage filling his eyes

“Wha-what?” You say softly, kinda confused. You know what you did, but didn’t know why he was yelling at you?

“You think it’s cool to do drugs? Look what they’ve done to me! I don’t want that happening to you!” He says, his eyes darken.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to have fun.” You mumble sadly, trying not to cry.

“Don’t cry, baby. It’s okay.”

wow! this one was so fun to write. thank you for this request anon, i loved it! i hope you love it as much as i do. as always, liking, commenting and reblogging (if worthy) is always helpful. thank you! <3

#motley crue #nikki sixx #80’s rock #nikki sixx x reader #tommy lee #vince neil #john 5 #motley crue x reader #nikki sixx smut #tommy lee x reader #mick mars x reader #vince neil x reader

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celandeline · 2 days ago

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Things Have Changed Pt. 3 (Carl Grimes X Reader)

Part 3 of 9. We're picking up the pace a little in this part, things are getting a little steamy - don't worry though! We have plenty of parts left before things get actually raunchy.

It’s become something of a tradition for the members of the council (and some of the other, more senior, members of the community in general) to meet at Aaron’s house on Friday nights. After a hard week (and they’re all hard weeks, with the way the world is nowadays) it’s nice to know that you’ll have a few hours of true relaxation and enjoyment, drinking Ben’s moonshine and playing dumb board games with the people that you’re closest to.

It’s Pictionary tonight, which Aaron had seemed so excited about before you’d started playing. Now, he keeps making more and more urgent noises, gesturing to the crude drawing on his page as the little hourglass runs out of sand. Across the table from him, Ben throws his hands up before slamming them down on the table, shouting. “I don’t fucking know, man!”

The timer thoroughly done, Aaron groans. “How did you guess every animal but horse!”

Ben’s mouth drops open into a loud guffaw. “That’s supposed to be a horse?”

A chorus of laughs go around the room, and you can’t help but giggle yourself, bringing your mason jar of moonshine and iced tea (mostly iced tea, given Ben’s moonshine is a bit too strong for your taste) back to your lips. You’re pleasantly buzzed, on your second jar of the night, and it’s becoming harder and harder to remind yourself to stop staring at Carl, who’s sat across Aaron’s dining room table from you, looking absolutely delicious with his flannel sleeves rolled up to the elbow. He’s forgone the hat tonight, meaning you can appreciate his hair fully; a rare treat.

“I can’t.” Aaron says, passing his pen and the pad of paper to you. “Here. Knock yourself out.”

You take the supplies from him and lean towards the center of the table to pull a prompt card from the pile. Careful not to let Carl see, you glance at the word. Ship. Should be easy enough. “Ready?” You look up from the card to make eye contact with him across the table.

“Born.” He responds, nodding at you.

Aaron flips the timer, and you start, arcing the pen across the paper in a rough sketch of a pirate ship. Carl watches you carefully, eye following your every move. “Boat?” He guesses. You rapidly shake your head and begin working on the sail of your drawing. You’re not ever half finished when he guesses again. “Ship?”

You nod and quickly grab another card. Ladybug. Moving to a clean area of the page you start your next work, looping the pen in a circle. As quickly as you can, you add legs and a head, and Carl begins his guesses. “Bug? No- beetle?” You shake your head, quickly adding the tell-tale dots to the body of the critter. “Ladybug!” He grins triumphantly when you nod.

Pulling another card from the stack you start anew. Bark. A bit more difficult. But you start again, this time whipping together what you hope is a passable dog. Your fears are assuaged when Carl guesses - “Dog?” - but you shake your head and keep going, drawing lines extending from the creature's mouth, hopefully to indicate noise. Carl blinks at the drawing for a moment, and you circle your lines insistently. “Oh- bark!”

“This is ridiculous.” Ben mutters as you reach for another card.

You glance at the timer to see it nearly empty - you’re going to have to be quick with this one if you want to get the point. Chimney. Simple enough. As fast as you can, you start on a house, which has Carl guessing - “House? Home?” and draw one line of the chimney before the timer finishes and Aaron slams a hand down on the table.

“Done!” He says, plucking the pen from your hand.

“It was chimney.” You say, tossing the card back with the others. “Still,” You extend a hand across the table with a grin. “Nice job team.”

Carl returns your smile and your high-five, and you try to ignore the way your stomach flutters at the simple contact. Damn these drinks.

“It’s unfair.” Ben gripes, nursing his own cup. “How many points are they ahead now, seven? Eight?”

“Eight.” Alice, who's taken the seat at the head of the table and thus volunteered to keep score, confirms.

Ben throws a hand up in the air again. “How can me and fuckin’ Picasso,” He snarks at Aaron. “Be expected to compete with the telepathic couple over here!” He levels a finger at Carl, shifting in his seat to stare him down. “You’re cheating, somehow I know it.”

“You’re just embarrassed that you’re worse at this than the guy with one eye.” Carl shoots back, a grin on his face as he sips at his drink.

“Exactly!” Ben says. “This kid can’t even fuckin’ see and he’s still winning!” He levels a finger at you now. “I’m motioning to not let you and him partner up on game night anymore, it’s downright unfair advantage.”

You busy yourself with your own drink, and try not to let your mind run too far with the way Ben had so easily referred to you and Carl as a couple. He hadn’t meant it like that surely, but hearing it slip so simply from his lips… You pass the pen and pad to Gabriel, on your other side, and the game starts again as Aaron flips the little hourglass. “I withhold the right to choose my own partner for game night.” You set your drink down.

Ben rolls his eyes. “Have you ever partnered up with anyone but Carl?”

“Not my fault you old farts are no fun- and!” You gesture to Aaron beside you. “Aaron and I partnered up-”

“Yeah when Carl wasn’t here.” Ben snarks.

“Alright, alright.” Aaron placates, chuckling. “Lets not start name-calling.”

You stick your tongue out at him before returning to your drink. You catch Carl’s eye from across the table and he grins, pulling a face at the back of Ben’s head when he looks away. The pen and paper is passed around the table a few more times, and you get a third drink, nursing it as the night continues. It’s fully dark outside when the conversation and game finally dwindles to a stop. You finish off your drink as you do the rounds, saying goodbye and getting your last few jibes in at Ben (which he takes good-naturedly and gives a few more back). You approach Carl last, intending to just say a quick goodnight before your moonshine-fueled thoughts make you do something stupid like try to kiss him.

“I’ll see you around-?”

“I’ll walk you back.” He cuts you off, completely talking over you. “Sorry.” He quickly amends, grinning sheepishly.

“No sweat.” You say, stomach fluttering. “Let me grab my jacket.”

You move to retrieve your jacket from where you’d stashed it, folded across the banister of Aaron’s stairs, and shrug it on. Carl follows you, saying his last goodbyes before you open Aarons front door and step out into the muggy night. He shuts the door behind him, and then you’re alone, with only the empty Alexandria streets for company.

“We absolutely dominated.” You break the silence, grinning at him as you step off Aaron’s porch.

“Hell yeah we did.” Carl grins back at you, tucking his hands into his pockets as you begin to walk down the street, heading back towards your homes. “We make a good team.”

You know he doesn’t mean it like that. You know he doesn’t. But you still have to stop your tipsy mind from taking that simple admission and running with it. If Carl had any sort of… feelings about you, you’re sure you would have noticed. Not that it’s even really a possibility given the fact that you made a point of hating him when you first met. If you could only go back in time and talk to your fifteen year old self…

“Do you think they’re actually going to stop us from playing as a team?”

His voice brings you back to reality and you glance over at him to find him already looking at you. “They better not.” You laugh. “You think I want to sacrifice our winning streak to have to sit through Ben’s bad jokes?”

That gets him to laugh. “God, he was on something tonight.” He says. He pauses, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Do you think he actually thinks we’re a couple?” He asks, chuckling softly.

It simultaneously relaxes you, that he also noticed Ben’s slip of the tongue, and makes your stomach flutter, that he’s bringing it up. You laugh a little, echoing his chuckle. “I don’t know, I mean…” You trail off. You didn’t deny it, and neither did he. And you can see how, from the outside looking in, you might appear like a couple. You do hang out with Carl pretty often, and tend to gravitate towards him in group settings. Normally you would have just chalked it up to being the only two people in your age bracket in the community, but you know that’s not the truth anymore. “I guess he wouldn’t have said it if he didn’t.”

“Yeah.” Carl says, the word barely more than a breath leaving his lips. You can feel him looking at you, but you keep your gaze steadfastly forward, your heart already beating too fast with just the knowledge of his eye on you. “Do you ever… think about it?”

It catches you off guard completely, and your gaze snaps to him. But now he’s looking ahead, face partially curtained by his hair.

“Sorry.” He says quickly. “I-”

“Sometimes.” You say, cutting him off. Maybe it’s that you’d been drinking, or maybe its that the honesty just feels right. “I mean its…” You pause. “You’re the only person that is my age here, and I’ve known you for a while, right? It’s not crazy to think about, I think.” You trail off softly.

“Yeah.” He says, sounding almost relieved. “It’s like… sometimes I feel like you’re the only person left in this place that I can actually talk to. Or that knows me, really.”

You understand him completely. There’s something about your age that separates you from the rest of the people in Alexandria. You’re not young enough that you don’t remember the old world, but you’re not old enough that you lived most of your life pre-outbreak. It means you understand each other in ways that some of the people around you dont. “God, yeah.” You say, laughing a little.

A silence falls between you then as you approach the Grimes’ house. One of the upstairs windows still bears light - no doubt Judith waiting for Carl to come home before she goes to bed. Carl’s steps slow as you approach his porch, and you find yourself stopping with him, not really wanting the conversation to end. You turn to look at him, only to find him already looking at you, and for a moment you just let yourself take him in in the dim light streaming from the windows of his house. Absently, you realize that he can see you, watching him.

“Sorry.” You say.

“For what?” His lips curl upwards into a smile.

“Staring.”

“S’okay.” Carl says softly. “I am too.”

It’s all the permission you need to let yourself keep watching, noticing how his gaze dips down to the collar of your shirt for a moment before finind your face again. He takes a step forward, lessening the distance between you, and you let him. He takes another step forward, leaving you almost chest to chest, and still you let him, more focused on trying to reign in the rapid pounding of your heart. It’s all too much - the drinks, the conversation, now this. “Are you trying to kiss me?”

“Yeah.” Carl says, still grinning. “If that’s cool with you.”

You nod, pressing forward to close the last bit of distance between you. “It’s cool with me.” You breathe, eyes fluttering shut.

Your lips meet tentatively at first, almost hesitant to abandon the last semblance of boundary between you. But you feel him sigh into it, like he’s been waiting for this to happen and your brain shuts off. All that exists now is the soft feeling of his lips against yours and the way that he licks into your mouth when you deepen the kiss, pushing it past just a chaste brushing of lips. It’s all made even better when you feel him fist into the back of your shirt, holding onto the fabric like you’ll melt away the moment he lets go.

You don’t know how long you just stand there, feeling him. Kissing him. Filling up on all the little touches he litters across your back and shoulders, on all the soft sighs that escape when you pull back for air. The moment only ends when the light from Judith’s bedroom turns off, dousing you fully in darkness.

Carl pulls away, glancing towards the house. “I should-”

“Yeah.” You say, a little breathless. “I should probably head home too.”

You step away, and it’s almost tortuous, feeling his hands slip from where they’d made home on your back. You can barely see him now that the light’s gone, but you smile anyway, whispering a soft goodnight as you peel away to head towards your home.

“‘Night.” He whispers back.

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neuvilette-tea-party · 9 hours ago

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Pls more of dad Steb! , the way you write him is just magnificent 😭🙏🩵

Dad Steb is sooooooooooooooooooooo UGH!! (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ Steb x F!reader ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

Tags: Steb is selectively non-verbal, reader is pregnant, Steb is a nice but strict father, fluff, just sweet stuff

“Mum! Mum! Mum! Mum! Mum! Mum! Mum! Mum! Mum! Mum! Mum! Mum! Mum!”

You

Are

About

Explode

“Not now sweety...” You exhale.

You try really hard to focus on the stall in front of you to ignore your little one pulling on your dress to beg for another candy. But she inherited your headstrong attitude and Steb’s determination, she does not get discouraged easily and she has decided to show it to you.

“Mum! Mum! Mum! Mum! Mum!”

“Not now, mummy is busy...” You warn, losing your patience a little more.

Those vacations were supposed to be restful.

But being pregnant in the summer with a small child is never restful, especially with those temperatures! You feel sweat pearling on your forehead despite your large hay hat and rolling down your spine under your dress.

Your cute sandals are KILLING your feet, all swollen and burning.

Your back and hips are painful

You’ve been out for more than 2 hours and you’re thirsty.

“Mum...” She whines exasperatedly, still pulling tirelessly.

You sigh deeply with closed eyes, on the verge of loosing it

“Prunelle, the more you ask, the slimmer the chance to get what you want.”

She grumbles but keeps pulling as you try to choose between spice mixes on the stall under the amused smile of the keeper. All those scents and noise and moist air are starting to make you feel dizzy

Where is Steb? It’s been a while since he ventured with his list of groceries.

“MUM! MUM! MUM!”

You deeply inhale before spinning toward your daughter and kneeling before her with the best contained expression you can muster, fighting back literal tears of rage and exhaustion.

“Prunelle. My daughter. I swear to all the Gods of Runeterra, if you do not stop I will lose it for good.” You warn with a shaky voice, holding her shoulders to make her look at you.

“But muuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuum...” She stomps her feet and starts to cry as a threat.

You feel your nails sharpening into claws as she starts her tantrum in public, earning judging looks from passersby.

You’re going to lose it. If a miracle does not happen, you will lash out at your unruly 5-year-old daughter in public if you don’t find a solution right now!

“There is a bench right here. Do you want to get under that tree’s shadow?” You almost beg her feeling your eyes getting wet.

“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” She starts to wail and cry for good

“Prunelle... This is not the time...”

But she starts screaming at the top of her lungs as big crocodile tears roll down her green cheeks. You feel yourself sobbing and choking at all of that overstimulation, way too much for your pregnant self on the verge of collapse.

You gasp as you hear sounds of running and Steb appears out of nowhere, finishing his sprint gracefully. His bag is full of the groceries he needed to find while yours is pitifully empty, you got nothing done with your daughter in your way

Steb warned you, he proposed to take her with him but nooooooo, you had to pretend to be up for the job despite your 6-month pregnancy and a terrible previous night, and now you are both crying in public before your husband who tries to make sense of what he is seeing.

Steb’s gaze instantly switches from worried and confused to focused. He grabs a large water bottle with ice that he swiftly pays, lifts your wailing daughter in his arms to carry her, helps you stand back up, and circles your waist to guide you out of the open market towards the car.

He makes you both sit down in the open car for ventilation and forces you both to drink icy fresh water while he puts the groceries in the back seat. He reappears before you with your fan and Prunelle’s plushie which she immediately grabs, her last crocodile tears rolling down her green scales.

He takes off your shoes as you fan yourself and your daughter and gently massage your sore feet, looking up at you with a gaze demanding explanations.

“Prunelles kept begging for new sweets and I did not plan enough water for the day and now here we are...” You explain tiredly

“I want candies!” She immediately starts again.

Steb starts signing his disapproval as she keeps arguing. He refuses to buy her more sweets as long as she won’t be more consistent with her teeth brushing, he asks if he needs to remind her of the weeks of pain she had to endure because she earned a cavity.

She grumbles, advancing the argument that she was way more consistent with it since that happened. He still refuses as he already gave her chocolate earlier, if she truly wants something sweet she could have a fruit once you return to the house.

She recoils, uninterested in the offer, defeated in her endeavor she prefers to hug her plushie and mumble under her breath. With that dealt with, Steb collects your shoes to put them on the back of the car. He comes back with a tube of sunscreen and applies some on her little legs, arms, and head before massaging some on you gently. Once done, he grabs your daughter to sit her down correctly and puts her seatbelt on, he helps you on the passenger seat and sits behind the wheel.

You drive with open windows, the bottle next to you as you fan yourself. You regularly turn toward Prunelles to fan her and propose her water but she keeps grumbling, frustrated to not have more sweets. Steb drives cautiously but rapidly to be home as soon as possible. His gaze travels from the road to you, sweaty and panting next to him and he gently grabs your hand to squeeze it tenderly.

You observe the sun’s rays reflecting on the ocean’s waves away as you drive on the white cliffs of the region, surrounded by sunflower fields

You sigh of relief when you reach the vacation house. It is Steb’s parents’ house but they went traveling and proposed you use it for your vacation as it is in a sunny location and close to the sea.

You immediately accepted, of course, tired of Piiltover’s heavy and polluted atmosphere

Here you can smell the ocean and are surrounded by lavender and lemon fields.

Steb jumps out of the car and gentlemanly helps you get down too before freeing your little one that started to doze off, cradled by the car’s movement. Once again, holding her with one arm under her bum and circling your waist he brings you inside where it’s fresh.

You sit down on the sofa, exhausted and wet with sweat. You observe through the bay window as the sun slowly sets, painting the sky in red and pink. Steb helps Prunelle get rid of her shoes and swiftly kisses her forehead before collecting the groceries in the car.

Prunelle lays down on the cold tiles of the living room, desperate for some freshness on her scales after standing in the sun for so long despite her hat. Your cat Compote appears out of nowhere and meows at her, wondering why she is on the floor before imitating her, stretching his spine as he kneads her little arm.

Steb reappears and places the grocery bag in the cold room for now before turning toward your small family, you slouching inelegantly on the sofa, Prunelle spreading her limbs like a starfish on the ground, and Compote living his best life.

He stands there, hands on his hips, observing his little family melting under the sun. Only the cat came from a fresh spot and is not dying of a heat stroke.

Steb takes out his jacket that he carelessly throws on the table before kneeling in front of Prunelle, observing her panting with a little smile. He takes one of her clean paintbrushes on the table and tickles her nose with the hair.

She instantly sneezes loudly, making Compote jerk away in surprise.

She sits up brushing her little nose with a grumble as Steb lowly chuckles, He helps her stand up to help her onto a chair, cleaning off the table of her art furniture. He sits her down and takes a container from the cold room and a bowl.

"Ice cream?!" She immediately shouts almost standing up on the chair

He puts the container down on the table and signs to her that this is a homemade yogurt ice cream with little sugar in it and he only takes it off because she is obviously too hot to be comfortable. She has the right to two scoops and that is all! No more sweets and dessert for the day and she will brush her teeth immediately after! She starts to negotiate but when Steb pretends to take the ice cream container away she immediately folds down and complies.

"Okay dad, okay, I'll brush my teeth, pleaaaase..." She begs extending her hands to the ice cream desperately.

Steb nods and as promised serves her two scoops and a kiss on the cheek. He takes another bowl out and serves you some with a tender smile. You silently thank him, smiling tiredly at him as you take the bowl from his hand. He leans forward to kiss your wet forehead and returns to your daughter. While you both eat, you on the sofa and her properly on the table, Steb grabs a towel that he soaks in fresh water and softly taps your daughter's head to freshen her up as she gobbles down the treat.

You take a spoonful of the frozen coco yogurt Steb cooked the day before, letting it melt satisfyingly on your tongue as its cold bites your mouth so deliciously. You sigh of relief, a little more at ease at last.

Steb kneels before you to gently massage your sore feet properly this time, soothing you in the little ways he can while you eat.

"Thank you, my love." You sigh, "I am at the end of myself."

He doesn't look up at you, fully focused on his task, but his cheeks’ scales wave and his ears flap around.

You are a couple

A team

He is your husband and the father of your children

You are not alone

Never

Once you are done, he stands back up and gently kisses and caresses your pregnant belly with a purr, earning a little kick in response, making him chuckle. He collects your daughter and goes up to the bathroom to brush her teeth as he ordered. You grumble as you stand up, feeling your dress sticky with sweat, you collect the bowls and spoons and wabble to the sink to wash them

Exactly 3 minutes later, you feel an arm circling your waist and a tall body pressing itself against your back with a low purr.

"Don't" You warn, "I am sweaty and gross."

For sole response, Steb presses you tighter against himself and buries his nose in your hair to inhale your musk, letting out an almost animalistic growl of satisfaction.

He kisses your cheek swiftly and turns your head to make you look at him signing.

"The pool? I mean sure, why not?" You agree, wiping your hands dry with a cloth.

He smiles, kisses your nose, and turns excitedly to Prunelle who just comes back down, hugging her plushie. He signs to her and she almost throws Mister Bunny away to sprint to the pool, through the window bay. Steb stops her before she collides with the window in her frenzy and helps her take off her top and shorts, leaving her in her undergarment. You start unbuttoning your dress as Steb undresses himself down to his boxer

None of you three are motivated enough to climb the stairs to change into your swimsuit, you'll bathe in your underwear today!

Steb helps you finish the buttons and slide off the dress before opening the bay window while Prunelle stomps impatiently, ready to sprint to the water! He slides the bay open and she bursts out of the house running and throws herself in the pool like a canon ball.

Prunelle doesn't know how to swim properly, but as an aquatic vastaya she cannot really drown either so you are not too worried. Steb takes out your floaty for you to lounge lazily while he teaches her.

Prunelle pierces the water again with a big gasp, not easily switching between her lungs and gills yet. Steb kneels at the edge of the pool and wet his neck first before entering to join her as she splashes him with all her might.

You observe your husband and daughter laughing and playing in their natural habitat

Simply happy

Your gaze lowers down to your round belly where your second one peacefully rests for now...

You smile, caressing it lovingly, fantasizing about your life with a family of five. You cannot wait for them to come out and meet them at last...

Steb is also impatient, you see it in his eyes and feel it in his hugs, he wants to hold your second baby in his arms right now, to drool all over them like the doting father that he is

You cannot wait

For such simple happiness once more

Together

You sit down at the edge of the pool carefully, letting your exhausted leg rest in the fresh water while Steb is playing with Prunelle. He grabs her and sits her down on his shoulders and spins away rapidly or grabs her and throws her in the water, both laughing with their heart as they splash the entire zone.

You observe your husband and daughter playing, silent, smiling, kicking your feet, and lathering water on your legs, tummy, and arms. Prunelle laughs and shouts loudly before disappearing underwater with Steb.

They remain under the water for several minutes, swimming in different directions, you can only follow their distorted reflection under the surface as you hold your heavy belly with a sigh. They pierce the surface back after a moment in a different spot, Prunelle agitating her limbs in all directions to move in the water and remain over the surface.

Steb makes her follow him around, showing her the correct movements for swimming and she tries her best, her tongue sticking out as she focuses on her arm-leg coordination.

You jump a bit feeling a soft sensation brushing your side, discovering Compote rubbing himself against you with a purr. You gently scrub under his chin, looking at your little family with love.

A hand brushes your leg softly, Steb looking at you tenderly with a soft smile and laughing eyes

Happy

Just happy

With you

And his family

His very own happiness

After the chaos and the war, the wounds and the betrayals, he has found the warmth of love and will never let it go.

At any cost

@dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @brandy-and-bane @sp-the-fae-queen @aeeliy @sanktastuff @telephoneonawire @daichisito @sofiyathelast-blog @luv.della

#steb #steb my love #steb x reader #steb imagine #steb fics #arcane fic #arcane imagine #arcane x reader #steb arcane #fanfic #neuvilette tea party

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moonsdrs · 1 day ago

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DO ALUNIR'S GUIDED MEDITATIONS MAKE YOU FALL ASLEEP? HERE'S A METHOD FOR YOU (and me)

because truly i should not be staying awake and aware of this reality for more than fifteen minutes. that's just plain torture.

okay, i was trying to be all poetic and stuff but to be honest, nobody is here for that. not even me. all we need to know is that i am tired of seeing myself and others damn near pushing methods for nearly an hour or more when we should be aware of our desired realities in less than 10 minutes honestly. i'm lazy. i can't be doing all that and getting frustrated when i open my eyes all groggy and pissed.

here's the method! tweak it if you got to. all you need to do is have alunir's guided meditations at the end. (p.s it is viewed as a sleep method but you can tweak it however you want.)

optional but definitely recommended that when you start your method, know where you want to shift! if you're anything like me, i catch myself in near shifts sometimes with no script. no borax. no glue. just a figment of what i MIGHT want but i can't commit. so before we shift, commit to at least SOMEWHERE. if you don't wanna be there you can always shift elsewhere from the awareness you chose in the moment. cool? okay.

i. take deep breaths and set an intention to shift. "i will shift to my dr?" huh, why's there a question mark? why are you asking like you want a cookie when the cookie jar is already in your house marked with your name. take the cookie and eat it. "i will shift to x dr." yup! better. feel it with vigor. nobody else in that house want your cookie, friend. just you. it's all yours.

ii. lay back. look at your ceiling and take some breaths. know when you shut your eyes, you have already shifted. hell, you already shifted just from step one. doubt is normal. you doubted just now, huh? cool. me too. but we aren't letting the doubt get in the way of what we want. push that doubt back, buck up! what's to lose? shut your eyes. you're out of here.

iii. freestyle. you just looked at me funny or said.."well- okay. how?" i don't know, dude. what do you like to do? anything you'd done in the past that stuck? affirming? counting to x number? visualizing scenarios? thinking of the day that'll come to happen? if you still don't know what to do, try anything of the listed above. not all at once first just one by one each attempted shift. trial and error people! once you figure it out you can mix and match until you find your thing.

iv. by now, you might get an alunir guided meditation in the cue. when you hear that voice. let go. don't sit there and let yourself tense up, wondering what'll happen next. only part we're using is the soft voice, whispering numbers, breathing. let yourself slip. senses shift last. you are already there. let yourself catch up.

#shiftblr #reality shifting #shifting blog #shifting community #shifting help #moonsdrs method?#reality shifter #black shifters #anti shifters dni #moonsdrs

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silenzahra · 2 days ago

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... Hello.

I'm still not too sure how to proceed here, honestly. I still feel... hurt, and very affected by what happened last Friday. I've taken the weekend off to slowly process everything and start taking the actions I felt I needed to take in order to protect my peace. It wasn't easy... but now it's done.

I won't go much into detail. My last post, as maybe some of you guessed, was caused by what we all learned about on Friday (I'm not linking that post, I don't want to see that ever again). I felt so disappointed and betrayed... Especially because this person I had started to befriend made fanart for one of my fics not long ago. I never mean to be ungrateful, but I simply can't see it the same way anymore (nor the brothers... and I hate myself so much for that). Everything's changed, at least for me.

Still, taking some time away from screens and social media this weekend has been quite helpful, as well as venting my feelings and thoughts with some friends. You all know who you are, and I'm incredibly grateful and lucky to have you all 🫂💖

With this said... I think I might be ready to start moving on. Slowly, as this wasn't easy at all, but at least it's something. I don't think I'll be too active in general, as I feel I've lost my enthusiasm and spark at the moment, but hopefully it'll come back soon. You might see me reblogging stuff, I don't know, but I'm definitely not checking my notifs at the moment. I need to take things easy.

And... I'm sorry if this comes across as rude or whatever, but at the moment I'd prefer not to be tagged on anything. Don't get me wrong, I do love the content you guys create, but at the moment I feel a bit overwhelmed with everything. I know it's far from your intention to make me feel this way but just... it is what it is. I'm afraid I can't help it, so I turned off mentions for the time being. Hope you understand 🙏🏻💖

So... this is it for now. To whoever was affected by all this: you're not alone, and my DMs are open for everyone even if I'm slow responding. I really hope we can all go back to normal together.

I love you ❤️💚

#I'm back more or less #thank y'all for your patience and support 💖#hope to slowly be able to go back to normal

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overnightheartbeats · 2 days ago

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Any time someone started a sentence with, don't take this the wrong way, chances were it wouldn't be well received. And, that's exactly what happened. She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Where are you getting all of this? Someone tell you this, or was the boarding school so boring you whipped up a whole story?" Ivette didn't care for his tone, and the image painted of her. It wasn't true, she knew that for a fact. She did not know what letter he was imagining, and her answers to it as well. If there was one thing Ivette knew was that, if he had asked her, she would've gone to any corner of the world with him. "How could I refuse something I didn't know about? I didn't make any choice. I didn't leave, you did."

The indignation and disbelief carried her, but still she turned away from him, covering her face to give herself a moment to keep it together. She couldn't allow her bottled up feelings to slip past her. "No you didn't," she shook her head, feeling insane for denying what she didn't know about in the first place. Refusing to believe what she didn't see. All she had to go on was everything he didn't leave. No letter, message, or half-assed goodbye. "Oh, your mom - that's rich," she had to contain her laughter as she turned around to face him once more. The woman's disdain for her was now the least of her concerns. When Nate left, she made peace with that - knowing that she would never receive her approval. "But, I don't—" it was a losing battle. "Again, I have no idea what letter you're talking about. You think I'm a coward, and wouldn't show up? Even if it was to tell you to fuck off, like you claim? Not that I would've done that, for the record. You know how I felt, how much I loved you and how much I endured for us." The mention of his mom was still fresh in her mind, a prominent example of what they endured. The words hit her like a ton of bricks. "Marriage proposal? Okay, now I know you're messing with me. You want me to believe you wrote some letter and asked something like that in it? Then, ran off to the train station." That was not believable. Not in the slightest.

She could only shake her head and slowly take a step back. Her head was pounding and she couldn't contain the feeling that threatened to spill, whether in tears or curse words. That was still up for debate. "If you think I'm acting dumb, then no, you don't want to be friends. Not with someone who stomped on your heart. This is what you wanted, isn't it? To throw this in my face? What the hell is wrong with you? If that's what you want to believe, then keep it. Keep your story, last night, and whatever else. I am not doing this with you."

"Coming here was a mistake." Something she knew from the start. Her time here was short-lived, as it should've been the first time. Wiping her hands on her jeans, she drew in a sharp breath - the weight of her responsibility coming back to her. The real reason she was here. Something she shouldn't have forgotten. "You'll have your report tomorrow, and once we wrap up here, you can forget all about it. Wouldn't be the first time."

"Ivette, don't take this the wrong way but are you fucking with me? I wrote you a damn letter. I asked you to come with me that night. I chose you. The destination for that night was anywhere but here but you refused to come and didn't have the mind to fucking tell me. So, I left. Changed course and went to that stupid boarding school because you made your choice. You didn't want me in your life."

He sighed and leaned on the stable door. "I waited for you for twelve hours before I got on that train. I thought you were in it with me but guess that was wrong. My mom wanted to bad mouth you saying that you didn't even love me but I didn't want to hear it. So, forgive me if I'm coming off as blunt but what has you changing your mind now? You wanna be friends but then you act like you have no idea over the letter that had everything I've ever felt for you in there and that held the marriage proposal for you to accept and turns out I was the fool the entire time."

"I want to be friends but do me a favor and don't act dumb over something I poured my entire heart over just to get it stomped by you." Nate kept his composure but hated when he was made to feel like he was insane. His mother provided that for years and didn't need that now.

#TIME OUT CORNER x100 #how's dinner from the time out corner???#i'm just gonna stay here

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pearlymel · 7 months ago

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"Do i look like i can work right now?"

Summery : he's needy for you and he's not afraid to show it <3

wc : 2k

Warnings : NSFW, fem!reader, ōral (f! recieving), bit of dry humping, making out, protected sex. Petnames used (honey, love, sweetheart.) No plot.

He was so done for.

Zayne exhaled shakily against your neck, his hands squeezing firmly at the dip of your waist for stability. He sounded needy, he looked needy, it's taking everything in him to not rip your nightgown off.

"You should be resting, but you occupy my every thought." He uttered in a hushed tone, but made no real effort to take you off his lap, instead pulling you even closer using his knee and burying his face on your chest.

"You're practically latched on me, Zayne." The words just rolled off your tongue it was almost infuriating.

Zayne wrapped one arm around your hips, keeping you firmly on his lap as the chair kept rocking back and forth with your combined weight. His other hand traveled up your back, up to your shoulder and neck, pulling you further down so he could nip at your collarbone with a sharp canine.

"You're one to talk, sweetheart. You're not being very cooperative with being treated properly, always gambling your life away—" he sounded frustrated, the last few words coming out in a low grumble.

You ignore his words, instead bringing your hand to playfully pinch at his earlobe before whispering, "is this how you usually treat your patients, doctor?"

"This is..." Unprofessional, he almost said, he knew well there wasn't anything professional about how he was acting with you at the moment. "...An exception."

He then continued to litter your skin with open-mouthed kisses, his hand trailing up to find your nape, tangling his fingers into your hair, playing with the textured strands.

"Is it because I'm that special someone?"

You really have no idea what kind of effect you had on him. Zayne's teeth grazed against your pulse point lightly, his tongue darting out for a brief taste of your skin. He would be lying if he said that he wasn't very affected by you.

"My special someone," he murmured, and can't help the low gasp that escapes his throat when you start rolling your hips against his, feeling himself going dizzy.

"M-my love," he protested weakly, a visible growing tent forming in his bathrobe, making it harder for him to stop himself from pulling you harder against his lap.

He grabbed you by the thighs and leaned back into the backrest, giving you less space to move but a better angle to straddle him instead. "Don't stop," you whisper next to his ear while you try to continue pushing yourself further into him that he had to suppress a moan.

Zayne was sensitive man, being pent up most of the time, so touch straved. "You're a terrible patient, you know that? Insatiable." He managed to get out.

"I'm a different kind of patient," you hum, trailing your fingertips along his visible bare skin of his chest.

He was going to combust if you didn't stop touching him like that.

"You're dangerous." he almost whimpered, his hands moving back to grip your hips, as if to steady them on his lap, but it took every ounce of his willpower not to grind them against his crotch.

God was he done, Zayne finally wrapped a hand around the back of your neck and pulled you back down for a crushing kiss. It was less of a kiss and more of a possessive mark, hungry and rough.

He wanted you, needed you, he couldn't get enough of you. His tongue delved into your mouth with a greedy swipe, tasting you, as if he was drowning in you and the only thing keeping him alive was your kiss alone.

His breathing grew erratic as his hands slid down from your hips, grabbing the backs of your thighs and squeezing at the flesh, pressing you more firmly against his lap so his obvious hardened cock was rubbing between your legs.

Your sounds were unforgettable, Zayne could never forget them, the gasps and small whimpers of pleasure. He was already gone.

"Goddamn it..." he cursed hoarsely against your mouth, his hands clenching tighter under your thighs, guiding your motions on his lap before bucking up roughly, letting out a quiet groan of his own in the process.

"such a foul mouth, doctor,"

"Don't push it," he grumbled, lifting you up to his waist, "Push it?" You ask while wrapping your arms around his neck as he walked you to his room, and upon the realization, tap on his shoulder, "wasn't i supposed to rest—"

"That doesn't mean you can't rest after, does it?" he responded, moving over to the edge of the bed before slowly lowering you down onto the sheets, his body caging you in between his arms and legs, his form hovering over you.

He wasted no time sliding his hand underneath your silky nightgown to feel your skin, pulling the fabric above your head, guiding your arms up.

Zayne was a weak, weak man. Weak for seeing you like this, glossy eyes, lips slightly swollen from his kiss and the way your chest rose and fell heavily with every breath. Just being able to see you like this alone was a privilege.

He let his hands roam over the curve of your stomach, "so pretty," he muttered, his eyes raking over your form.

He leaned down to graze your neck with a trail of open-mouthed kisses, his lips lingering and nipping the skin, he then slowly traveled down your collarbone and to the valley of your chest, his fingers fiddling with the clasp of your bra the entire time.

"Lift your hips." he commanded quietly, sending a shiver down your spine and heat pooling down as you obliged to his words.

The last thing on you, and Zayne was pulling the fabric out from underneath you, throwing the bra somewhere on the floor, his eyes dark as he raked his gaze over your soft mounds, "I'm never getting tired of this view." he whispered breathlessly, Upon holding your wrists down and claiming your lips again, it was impossible to not be sent into the next cardiac arrest.

Well good think your doctor is always here to tend to you.

"I've.. missed you,"

How was he supposed to hold back when you sounded like that? Your voice coming out in a low, needy whisper that drove him over the edge.

"You need me." he groaned, releasing your wrists so both his hands could run down your sides, hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties before giving the fabric a tug. He reached over, grabbing one of your legs and hooking your knee over his shoulder before pressing a gentle kiss on the inside of your knee, He continued to make a trail kisses up your thigh until he reached right infront of your wet folds.

Zayne looked up when your hand came in contact with his hair while letting out a shuddering breath and a whisper of his name, your gazes heated as he moved his head further down to your core, using one hand to keep your thigh pinned over his shoulder before his eyes fixated on your clit, leaning down to kiss it.

You gasp. His tongue flicked out, tasting you, before he began to suck on your clit, his fingers trailing up to play with your hardened nipples, rolling and pinching them gently with his thumb and forefinger. He hummed when you start squirming, his tongue skillfully flicking and rolling around the bundle of nerves, Zayne didn't stop at just your clit, though.

He trailed his tongue lower, teasing your entrance, and you couldn't help but tug at his hair, hips coming to slowly grind against his face. "Stay still, you're doing well," he praised, his voice low and soft, you best know he's trying so hard not to rut against the mattress from how achy he felt. His tongue sliding in and out, coating it with your arousal. You could feel yourself getting closer, the pressure building up inside you.

And you think you might pass out when he starts sucking down. It was hard to stay still when you're so close to orgasm, that it was making your head blank, eyes half-lidded and heavy breaths coming out of your lips as you arch your back when you taste the sweet pleasure of your release.

Zayne lifted his head from between your legs, licking his lips appreciatively and giving your stomach a few fluttering kisses. "You okay there, honey?" He asked in a low, hoarse voice as he watched how your eyes were still half lidded, and how your draped your arm over your face.

You only nod in return, letting out a low "Mhm,"

He couldn't wait until he was on his knees positioned between your legs, throwing his bathrobe off from his body before reaching down to his painfully hard cock, stroking once, twice, and he had to stop himself because he could most definitely jerk off just by looking at your face, especially when you're naked like this.

Zayne swallowed thickly, shaking his head to himself from any other thoughts before reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing a condom, tearing it between his teeth then rolling it on himself, making sure it was on securely before moving between your legs.

He pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, staring into your eyes, waiting for you to give him the go-ahead. You nodded, your eyes still heavy with need, and he slowly pushed into you, his cock filling you up inch by inch.

Your jaw hanged, your body adjusting to him, your walls gripping his shaft. He continued to thrust in slowly, "you're the only thing..." He panted breathlessly into your neck, "the only thing i need in my life—" and he continued to rock against you with his thrusts slow and deep.

Zayne was taking his time now, slowly and with intent, he wanted to show you how much this moment means to him, how much you mean to him, how everytime you both have sex, it would feel like the first time every single time.

He lifted his head so that he could look at your face more clearly, his hands running over your sides, tracing the curves and the softness of your body, his fingers touching your skin as if to burn the feel of you into his memory.

His hand then trailed to your left wrist, taking your hand into his to interlace your fingers together, while his thumb brushed over the empty spot on your ring finger.

He internally cursed at himself for not getting you that ring he saw when he was on the way to the hospital. The beautiful gem resting on the window display, calling for him even.

Why didn't he just get it so he could make sure no one would ever look your way when they get the hint of the shiny ring sitting at your left ring finger?

Zayne then picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster, your voice growing louder, accompanied by his frustrated grunts.

He could feel himself getting close, his thrusts becoming more erratic, "Come on, my love," he urged you desperately, "a-ah, Zayne—!" With a loud moan, you came, your body shaking and your legs convulsing around his waist.

He followed right after, slamming deep into you, his cock pulsing as he came, filling the condom with his hot seed. He held you close, both of your breathings heavy, taking a moment to hold you both close before slowly pulling out to dispose of the condom.

"Still have enough energy for cuddles?"

"Mm, I'd want nothing more than cuddles right now."

A smile formed on his face at your words, gently shifting himself back on the bed so that he was beside you, pulling you into his arms.

He wrapped his arms around you, and he let out a content sigh, his fingers tracing idle patterns on your skin, his head in the crook of your neck again, inhaling the scent of you, and he realized that he could stay like this forever. "Just a bit more before i clean both of us up.."

#zayne smut #zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace zayne #love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #zayne #lads zayne #zayne x reader #zayne x you #lnds zayne #love and deepspace smut

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salemlunaa · 25 days ago

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𖥸∘˚YOU ARE MORE POWERFUL THAN YOU KNOW𖥸˚∘

don’t force it, just let go.

There are people who go to sleep in one bedroom apartments and wake up in mansions. There are people who go to sleep with a body or face they hate and wake up with new ones. There are people who go to sleep hating their school life, family and friends and wake up with all of that changed. There are people who go to sleep living a life they dread and wake up with their dreams. Why not you.

You are so much more powerful than you know. You are the operant power of this reality and all the other realities. As I once said, these realities are your children, they are of the same relation to you and the same proximity. It is you running through their veins. You aren’t doing this extravagant thing by creating and shifting timelines to a new reality, you are taking your awareness and placing it in a reality that already exists.

You can leave anytime you want. In fact, top panicking and realise you’ve already left. A lot of you promised to yourselves that you would get your dream life over the break, over the weekend, over night and you panic when you don’t see anything. How many times will you do this? Stop the panic, the outerman isn’t you and sees nothing but limitations. There’s nothing to panic over because it is done and there’s nothing left to do. You wouldn’t be panicked about a cruise trip if you were there.

The words “OMG school starts on monday and i STILL haven’t been on my cruise trip, im so upset i feel like a loser” wouldn’t be uttered if you’re already on the cruise, sipping one of those cute drinks with the tiny hats. So stop panicking about wasted time when you’re already there and there’s nothing to do. Don’t get worked up over nothing, the 3d isn’t real.

All you need to do to induce pure consciousness is focus on the darkness in your eyes, set an intention to induce the state of “I AM” and make up scenarios, count, sing in your head. do whatever. Forget yourself, stop trying to relax, stop forcing it, stop looking for symptoms stop trying to immerse yourself in the feeling and let it happen naturally. You don’t force yourself into the state of awake and asleep so why is it any different with pure consciousness.

∘˚ 𓆸∘˚

Think of yourself being in a pool, there’s two of you. One version of yourself is being let down gently into the water and the other version of yourself is letting you down. Think of a baptism type of position. When you are fully immersed in the water you are pure consciousness, and you will come out of the water as your desired self. But what you must do is let it happen naturally. You can’t push yourself underwater. You can’t drown yourself or the water won’t accept you.

Let yourself down gently. Stop trying to force yourself into pure consciousness, stop forcing the immersion or it won’t accept you. Like how if you force yourself into the state sleep you’ll just sit in bed eyes shut waiting to it to happen. It isn’t until you let go and finally give up trying that you eventually fall into the state of sleep. That’s it. Give up, give up trying and let go. Assume you’re in the water already and before you know it you’re fully immersed in that body of water.

When we say falling into the state of pure consciousness is as easy as breathing, we’re not just trying to motivate you are trick your minds into thinking it’s easy as a form of help. It’s the truth. It’s a state, that’s all it is, just as is sleep and being awake right now, think of how effortless it is to fall into between sleep and wake. That’s all pure consciousness is. Failure to do this does not exist.

You can leave anytime you want and within an instant. Assume you have mastered this simple yet beautiful art and you will have, assume you’re there already and you will be. It takes a second to flip your thoughts and begin. You don’t need a routine or a days worth of affirming or any challenge. If you believe that is a must, you don’t understand what this is.

Go, simply because you can.

YOU CAN do this, why not now? Don’t let your fear of failing and “letting yourself down” allow you to procrastinate, failure doesn’t exist.

YOU ARE YOUR ONLY BLOCKAGE, CHANGE THAT AND LET YOURSELF GO

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kingkonoha · 1 year ago

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— ♡ — 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒 || 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 — ♡ —

Gojo’s in the middle of an important meeting, but chatting with his wife and daughter is his only priority.

“Satoru, can you please get off of your damn phone?”

Holding up a finger to the frustrated CEO as if to say, “give me a minute,” Gojo laughed casually as he kept his phone pressed against his ear.

The thirteen sharply dressed businessmen seated at the conference table all had their eyes fixated on the chatty sorcerer, who was asked to attend a very important meeting regarding the recent appearance of a special grade curse lurking around the company’s headquarters.

“Really?” Gojo said enthusiastically, leaning back in his office chair, swerving from side to side just a bit. “And what else did you do? What’d you learn at preschool today?”

Some of the impatient men were less aggravated once they realized who he was talking to — his beloved daughter.

“You learned about the life cycle of a butterfly? Oh, that’s amazing . . . And you drew a picture of one? We’re just gonna have to hang it on the fridge then . . . Mommy packed you your favorite sandwich for lunch? Did you gobble it all up? Sounds like you had a fun day, muffin-”

“Satoru.”

The CEO called the sorcerer’s name again, but the man ignored him, grinning as he listened to his adorable daughter ramble on and on about her exciting day.

“Daddy’s gotta hang up soon, he’s in a very important meeting right now. Can you put mommy on the phone?”

As Gojo spoke sweetly to the young girl over the phone, he glared at the CEO, who sighed in utter defeat once the white-haired man still refused to get off of his phone.

“This is ridiculous, Gojo,” the older man grumbled. “It’s rude, unprofessional, and disrespectful to do this in the middle of a meeting!”

“Yeah?” Gojo raised his eyebrows. “If my daughter calls me, I’m going to answer. And you’re crazy if you think I’m not going to speak to my wife as well.”

“But we have a serious situation that needs to be discussed-”

“No, not really. This meeting is entirely unnecessary, considering I could just kill the curse and be done with it. My kid telling me about caterpillars matters more to me than anything you have to say right now, sir.”

For a moment, as the CEO sighed heavily in frustration, the big conference room was completely silent until Gojo suddenly spoke up.

“Hi baby,” Gojo beamed at the sound of your beautiful voice in his right ear. “Did you have a good day? I miss you . . . What? The store ran out of rice? You’re right, that is ridiculous. Want me to stop at a different store on the way home? . . . I know what kind, sweetheart . . . I’ll be home before dinner, I promise . . . No, I love you more and that’s not up for debate, sorry . . . Alright, I gotta hang up too . . . Okay . . . Bye, baby.”

Once Gojo hung up, the CEO sighed once again, but this time, with relief. But, as he started to speak, Gojo instantly got up from his chair.

“Hey, where are you going?” The CEO shouted, watching as Gojo headed straight for the door, smiling causally with his hands in his pockets.

“I’m going to kill that curse so I can go home. My wife needs more rice and my daughter wants to show me her butterfly picture, so I’m not staying here for a stupid meeting.”

The CEO’s protests were cut off by Gojo shutting the door behind him as he left the conference room.

And, this was, perhaps, the quickest amount of time in which Gojo had ever killed a special grade curse. After all, he missed his beautiful family, and he’d always make it home, no matter what.

— Part II —

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gothgoblinbabe · 7 months ago

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She Wolf

A/N: I said I was gonna get this done and it took me way too long and has an absurd word count but I am incapable of holding in word vomit! Inspired by She Wolf by Shakira cause idc its GOOD and it got me thinking' so here it is. Also you don't have to listen to the song as you read but I think It's fun!

Summary: You've got a crush on your best friend and he's a bit of a dick. He regrets it and tries to apologize but you're already trying to push yourself to move on any way you can, even if it's in some shady club you'd never been to before.

Warnings: MDNI 18+, swearing, Logan's kind of an asshole for a minute, Possessive/jealous!Logan, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), friends to lovers cause that's my fave, fem reader, mutant reader, unnamed creepy guy (?) aaaand Logan absolutely has a pain kink. I think that's it but if there's any I missed please let me know!

Word Count: 7K (im so sorry but I'm not though)

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“Are you ever gonna tell him?”

You looked up from your desk towards Ororo’s voice, sighing and taking your glasses off your nose.

“God, I don’t know, ‘ro. I don’t think I should. It’s just going to end with me being humiliated and him never wanting to even be in the same room as me again.”

You’d had a crush on Logan Howlett since the day you first walked through the doors of the mansion six months ago. You’d probably be considered best friends by now with how much time you’d spend together, doing jack shit around the mansion on your days off. Just about everyone could tell he had a soft spot for you and that you had one for him. Logan was a classic ‘tough guy’, constantly trying to hide his kind nature with a hard exterior, but it took only a couple weeks for you to crack that barrier. You weren’t exactly a seemingly ‘soft’ type either.

You’d spent the majority of your life before you joined the X-men hoping from couch to couch and hitching rides with strangers, not really having a destination or a place to call home. You’d been dropped off at a church when you were fourteen, around the time you started to turn every full moon. Your parents couldn’t live with having to chain their mutant daughter in their basement once a month, and so they dropped you where they thought you’d find some ‘help’. You’d been passed from foster home to foster home till you were eighteen, each one passing you up the moment they realized you were not like them. It was always a slip of the mask, something setting you off to make you so enraged your eyes gleam yellow and your sharp canines make an unfortunate appearance. You took off the second you could and being on the road came with its fair share of creeps; men with terrible intentions looking for opportunities. You’d never wanted to hurt anyone - truly - but when cornered by a creep, it was hard to think anyone would miss them. A couple of local newspapers caught on, debating where the wolf that tore men to shreds had gone. You weren’t an animal. You just had teeth like one.

Knowing you couldn’t lurk in town much longer, you’d hitchhiked your way to a camp occupied with people like you; lost with no place to call home. It was there that you’d met a couple of mutants who told you about Charles Xavier and the place that seemed completely unreal until you set your eyes on it. That felt like a lifetime ago by now.

“I think you're underestimating how he feels about you,” Ororo said, bringing you back to reality. She was sat on the edge of your bed, flipping through one of your magazines as you worked at your computer to try and make a lesson plan for the coming week.

“I think you’re overestimating how he feels about me,” you let out a short laugh, shaking your head.

Just as she was about to retort, you both heard someone shout your names from the hallway. You looked at each other curiously and left the room, hearing shouting again.

“Are you guys gonna play Monopoly with us or what?”

You both giggled and made your way downstairs towards Scott’s voice. Him, Jean, Marie, Bobby and Logan were all sat in the living room, the game already set up on the coffee table. Bobby and Marie were picking out their game pieces, assigning everyone else to their own piece.

“Okay, Logan, you’re gonna be the dog,” Marie smiled, dropping the little metal piece into the palm of his hand.

He was definitely not as amused, “why do I have to be a damn dog?”

Ignoring him, she handed another piece out to Jean, “you’re the thimble.”

She then handed the boat to Scott, the top hat to you, and the iron to Ororo. You all began the game after Scott painstakingly over-explained the rules and how to play.

It was a good bit into the game that you all became distracted with conversation, eventually leaving the board game untouched. The topic of compatibility came up somehow, the conversation focused on the joy of Bobby and Marie.

“I think anyone would be lucky to have what you guys have,” Ororo smiled, shifting her gaze between the two of them.

“And what we have, obviously,” Scott joked, hanging his arm around Jean.

“Gross,” Logan chimed in, taking a sip of the beer he’d hidden in the back of the fridge.

“I think someone is jealous,” Ororo said in a singsong voice, poking his arm.

“Of having someone hang on me all the time? No, thanks,” he scoffed.

As stupid as it was, it made you a little sad to hear he had no interest in even entertaining the idea. It wasn’t a surprise, but still a disappointment nonetheless.

Ororo brought up your name and your eyes went huge, silently begging her to keep her mouth shut.

“You don’t seem to mind her hanging on you all the time. I think you’d be cute together,” she said, smiling mischievously at you. Scott and Jean agreed and you had never wanted to smash your head into a coffee table as much as you did in that moment.

“Nah, definitely not my type of girl.”

It was just seven words, out quick without a second thought, and yet it felt like you’d been punched in the gut. You couldn’t take your eyes off the monopoly board on the table, avoiding everyone’s gaze.

Definitely not my type of girl.

“I think I should head to bed, it’s getting late,” you mumbled, keeping your head down to hide your blushed face as you got up from the couch and practically ran out of the room and up the stairs.

“What the hell was that?” Scott scolded Logan the moment you were out of sight.

“That was so mean,” Ororo chimes in, backhanding him on the arm.

“I didn’t mean to be,” Logan said nervously , shrugging his shoulders, “…do you think she’s mad at me?”

“Probably more hurt than mad,” Jean said honestly.

“Shit,” he sighed, putting his beer down to rub his face with his hands, “what do I say?”

“Not that,” Marie replied, “why did you even say that anyway? You could’ve just said no.”

“I think you like her and you’re being mean so that she wont like you back because you’re afraid,” Ororo said after a moment of silence.

Logan sat quiet for a moment, his hands still over his face.

“Am I that easy to read?” His voice was muffled through his hands.

The rest of them couldn’t help exchanging knowing smiles.

“So you finally admit it,huh? You’ve got a crush,” Scott teased.

Logan moved his hands from his eyes to glare daggers at him, “you shut your fucking mouth or I’ll shove that monopoly board where the sun doesn’t shine.”

“I think that’s a yes,” Jean whispered to her boyfriend.

“Talk to her when you see her tomorrow. We’re not going to let you hurt her feelings just because you can’t accept your own,” Ororo advised, lightly patting him on the shoulder.

“Do you think she’s even gonna talk to me?”

“Only one way to find out.”

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Logan tried to catch up with you the next day, always seeing you as you were leaving a room he was entering or passing by and even then, you ignored his calls of your name.

It was a little after dinner now and because it was a weekend, a couple of kids were up playing the PlayStation in the living room. Bobby and Marie sat with them, taking turns with the controllers.

Logan entered the room after about three laps around the mansion, mentioning your name to the both of them.

“Have you guys seen her? I’ve been trying to talk to her all day, she keeps running from me.”

“Can’t really blame her,” Bobby muttered, his eyes never leaving the TV screen as he button smashed.

“She’s in her room,” Marie answered before Logan could come up with a retort, “she went up before dinner, said she wasn’t hungry.”

He groaned, running a hand through his hair, “she’s skipping dinner now too, great.”

“Go talk to her!” She insisted, shooing him away with a wave of her hand.

He made his way to the stairs and up to your bedroom, knocking lightly on your door. Hearing nothing, he knocked again, a little harder. Still, nothing.

“You can’t avoid me forever, you know. I wanna talk about yesterday, I was a dick.”

Silence. Now he was a little worried. He tentatively grabbed the doorknob and turned, cracking it open a bit.

Your bed was made, your desk was neatly organized and you were nowhere to be seen. He noticed your purse was gone from the usual spot you’d leave it in and your closet was open, a couple garments and some shoes strewn about on the floor. It looked like you’d gotten dressed and dipped. He figured maybe Ororo or Jean might know where you were, leaving your room and looking for them instead. He found them shortly after, huddled in the kitchen. Again, he asked if either of them knew where you were.

“She’s in her room, she went up before dinner,” Ororo answered.

“No, she’s not. And her purse is gone.”

Both women turned to each other with the same worried expression.

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Having tried your cellphone about thirteen times from just about everybody’s phones, they all decided they had to tell Charles. He used his ability to connect with every mutant on the planet to try and locate you, visualizing with his eyes closed. Everyone stood in his study, anxiously awaiting his conclusion. After a moment of silence, he started to silently chuckle to himself.

“What’s so funny?” Logan asked immediately, crossing his arms and furrowing his eyebrows.

“I’m afraid you all have your work cut out for you,” he replied, finally opening his eyes.

“So, where is she?” Ororo asked, worry in her voice.

“There is a club called The Nightcrawler - “ Charles began to explain, but Logan interjected impatiently.

“Club? What, like a book club?” He nearly scoffed. There was no way you were at some sleazy nightclub in the city. You were a homebody and an introvert, neither of which made clubbing enjoyable.

“Maybe we should just let her have fun,” Jean began to say, but Logan was already halfway out the door.

Uncharacteristically, you found yourself dressed to the nines in the middle of a dance floor full of people. You’d spent a while trying outfits in your room, searching for something you could actually wear out that wasn’t sweatpants and a hoodie. You’d settled on a halter top that tied at your neck and in the back and a pair of ridiculously tight pants that you’d bought forever ago and never had the guts to wear. You ended up standing in front of the mirror, choosing a pair of very cute but very uncomfortable shoes and looking over the outfit. If you weren’t Logan’s ‘type of girl’, you sure as hell were somebody’s. Trying to get yourself out there may be the best solution to forgetting the heart-crushing infatuation you had with your best friend who would never see you as anything more.

“I feel ridiculous,” you chuckled to yourself, turning in the mirror to see the back of your outfit. You did look good, just super out of your comfort zone. You grabbed your bag and ended up slipping out when everyone was eating dinner. That’s how you ended up where you were, pushing your way through the crowd of people with a drink in your hand. You passed the raised lounge area and felt a hand on your shoulder, making you turn suddenly.

“Hey, you wanna dance?”

He was tall, leaning down a little to shout over the music. He was pretty good looking but didn’t look like Logan in the slightest, which you realized was exactly the point of going out tonight. He was dressed nice and smelled like expensive cologne.

“Sure, why not?”

As you abandoned your half finished drink on a table and let him pull you a little further into him, a familiar song started to thump through the speakers.

“I love this song!” You exclaimed, letting the nameless guy rest his hands on your hips.

S.O.S., she's in disguise

There's a she wolf in disguise

Coming out, coming out, coming out

“Ironic,” you muttered under the music.

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Logan walked ahead of Ororo, Jean and Scott, his long legs taking him much further at a much faster pace.

“Logan, slow down!” Ororo called out, jogging a bit to catch up with him.

“What if she didn’t even want to be there? What if some guy dragged her there?”

“Oh,” Jean laughed, “ I see. You’re jealous.”

“No.”

“Yup.”

“Nope.”

“So you’d be fine if we walked in there and she is with a guy?”

Logan slowed his pace as they approached the entrance, “sure, whatever,” feigned disdain in his voice.

The second the door opened, the bass of the music was overwhelming. It was dim, save for a few colorful lights projecting around the room. The four of them were squished together near the door, trying to pick you out in a sea of moving people.

“This is gonna be like finding a needle in a haystack,” Scott shouted.

“Not necessarily,” Ororo replied, a smug smile on her face.

“What?” Logan furrowed his eyebrows.

She pointed across the room and he followed her gaze.

There's a she wolf in the closet

Open up and set it free

There's a she wolf in your closet

Let it out so it can breathe

You didn’t even look like you. He’d never seen you in anything that showed that much skin or any clothes that even hugged you like that, for that matter.

And you were with a guy.

Sitting across a bar, staring right at her prey

It's going well so far, she's gonna get her way

“So, what did we tell you?” Jean shouted, waving her hand in front of his glaring eyes.

“Just some kid,” he replied dismissively, turning to her, “doesn’t mean anything anyway.”

“You sure?” Scott nudged his shoulder, making Logan look towards you again.

That kid had his hands up the sides of your top with his head craned down to kiss your neck, your back to his chest. You were giggling, playfully smacking his arm. Truthfully, you thought the attention was nice for a change. After trying so hard for too long to get Logan to notice you, it felt good to have someone pay attention to you in that way.

Not looking for cute little divos or rich city guys

I just want to enjoy

By having a very good time

And behave very bad in the arms of a boy

You felt his hands squeeze your hips a little harder, enough for his nails to dig into your skin. Out of instinct, you felt your canine teeth start to poke against your lower lip. You tried in vain to tug his hands from you, only making him tighten his grip.

The switch in demeanor was obvious even from across the dark room, your smile turning into a grimace that bared your sharp teeth. You yanked the sleeves of his jacket to make him finally let go, turning around while he still had his arms ghosted around you.

S.O.S., she's in disguise

“Touch me like that again, you son of a bitch, and I will rip you to fucking shreds.”

You gathered fistfuls of his shirt, bringing him down to eye level so he could see your snarling teeth and gleaming eyes as a hint that you weren’t bluffing.

There's a she wolf in disguise

Coming out, coming out, coming out

Before anyone could even tell him to stay put, Logan had already disappeared into the crowd of people.

“God damn it,” Scott huffed, following Jean and Ororo when they went after him.

“Logan!” Jean yelled, trying to grab his jacket to slow him and only having him slip out of her grip.

There's a she wolf in the closet

Let it out so it can breathe

“Shit, I’m kinda into the fangs. What, you gonna bite me?” He was whispering in your ear, your hands still on his shirt. Before you could do something you were going to regret, you felt someone tug your upper arm and pull you away from him.

“Come on,” Logan snapped, “we’re leaving.”

“What the hell are you doing here? What do you mean we?” You yelled back. You didn’t want to stay anywhere near that guy but you weren’t ready to leave either and sure as hell not with Logan dragging you out like an angry parent.

“Hey, she doesn’t really look like she wants to leave with you, man,” the other guy interjected, keeping a grip on you by looping his fingers through one of the belt loops on your pants.

“Yeah? She doesn’t want to stay with you either, jackass,” Logan moved his hand from your arm to hold your hand instead, “she’s not interested.”

What the hell had gotten into him? You felt like you were in the middle of a tug of war with two dogs.

“No one’s gonna fucking ask what I want, right?” You tried to complain, neither of them hearing you.

“Your little doggy girlfriend here was just about to take care of me. You mad about it?” The other guy laughed and you nearly lunged at him, Logan’s hand tugging you back. He intended to pull you away so he could get to him first, but Scott, Jean and Ororo jumped in just in time.

“Alright - enough, enough, we’re leaving!” Jean yelled, pushing you all towards the door, Logan dragging you the whole way. When you finally were out in the cool evening air, you angrily yanked your hand from his.

“What are you guys doing here?” You asked, turning to Logan, “and what the fuck was that?”

“What was that? You’re welcome - “

“I didn’t ask you to come save me - from what, having a good time?”

“Oh, yeah, it looked like you were having a lot of fun,” he scoffed, “he had you by the hip so hard he probably left a bruise.”

He instinctively reached his hand out to check and you swatted it away, “Don’t - Don’t touch me!”

None of them had ever heard you sound so pissed off and you’d definitely never snapped at Logan like that before.

You took a deep breath and reached down to slip off your shoes, leaving you barefoot on the concrete.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized to the rest of them,” but why are you guys here?”

“You left without saying anything, we couldn’t find you and we wanted to be sure you were safe,” Ororo sighed, hugging you in relief, “we’re so glad you’re okay.”

You hugged her back.

“I just - I wanted to disappear for a while,” you explained apologetically, avoiding Jean and Scott’s gaze.

“Do you know how stupid it was to run off and not tell anyone where you were going?” Logan scolded you, but Jean clicked her tongue at him.

“Shut it! Enough from you! You’ve done enough damage control!”

The ride home was almost silent, your tired body slumped in the backseat between Scott and Jean, until Ororo spoke from the front passenger seat.

“Honey, I don’t mean this in a bad way, but,” she paused, thinking over her words, “what were you gonna do to that guy if we hadn’t stopped you?”

You understood what she meant immediately.

“What, you think I was going to kill him?” you asked, crossing your arms and leaning forward in your seat, “I wasn’t. I don’t do that unless I have to and you know even then I hate doing it.”

“I know…so, what were you doing with a guy like him anyway?” she asked, trying to move on from the question that had clearly made you upset, “he seemed kinda shady.”

Logan was gripping the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles were white, dreading the answer.

You shrugged your shoulders, staring at the synthetic fabric of your pants.

“Liked the attention, I guess,” you answered honestly, kind of hoping you could throw anyone off the idea of you being interested in Logan, “it’s been awhile since a guy has liked me like that.”

“He only wanted one thing from you anyway,” he scoffed from the front seat. Ororo glared at him, about to tell him to mind his business before you stopped her.

“And I can’t want it either?”

That shut everybody up and Ororo turned to him again, a look on her face that said ‘you asked, you got the answer’.

You tried to bolt to your room when you all got home but Logan was quick to follow, catching up with you to stand in your path in the hallway outside of your bedroom.

“What’s going on with you?”

“Leave me be.”

You tried to dodge around him but he stuck his arm out.

“Logan.”

He raised his eyebrows, waiting for you to continue speaking.

“Move.”

“I’m not leaving you alone until you tell me what’s going on with you. You don’t disappear like that, ever. And I wanna talk to you about last night - “

“There’s nothing to talk about. Goodnight,” you huffed, ducking under his arm and opening your door.

“I care about you, you know, I was worried,” he began to explain.

You tried to slam the door in his face but he stuck his foot out, jamming his boot between the door and the doorframe. You let go in defeat and turned away, gathering your pajamas as if he wasn’t in the room.

“Yeah? Why?,” you scoffed, trying with everything in you to bite your tongue but failing miserably, “I’m not your type of girl. What’s there to worry about?”

Logan’s face fell. He pushed the door closed behind him.

“Is that what this is about? That’s why you went out?”

“Why do you care?”

You still had your back to him, furiously shuffling through clothing in your dresser.

“Stop.”

You felt his hands on your arms as he came up behind you, paralyzing you in your spot.

You let him turn you around gently, almost chest to chest.

“I didn’t mean that.”

“You don’t have to lie to spare my feelings -“

“I’m not.”

He leaned back a little to force you to look him in the eye.

“I only said that - listen, I only said that because - “ Logan paused, biting his lip till it nearly bled, but you shook your head and slipped by him again.

“Please, don’t treat me like I’m stupid, Logan.”

You sounded so exasperated, tears forming in your eyes when you turned your back to him.

“Fuck,” he sighed, “I only said that because I didn’t want you to like me.”

You wiped the tear that rolled down your cheek and turned back to him, a confused expression on your face.

“It worked, are you happy?”

“No, I’m not - “

“Well, guess it backfired. Get out of my room.”

You were face to face again, keeping your mouth in a tight line so your lip wouldn’t quiver. It felt stupid to cry in front of him, but you couldn’t really help it once it started.

“Oh, god, please, don’t cry,” he begged, leaning down and actually bringing a hand up to your face to wipe away a tear that rolled down your cheek. You wanted to smack it away, tell him again to just get the hell out , but you couldn’t.

“Why would you do that?” You mumbled out quietly, finally letting the overwhelming feeling of sadness cancel out any rage you had for him. You couldn’t look him in the eye again, concentrating on the throw rug you were standing on.

“I’m so sorry, princess, I am. I’m really fucking stupid,” he huffed.

You were surprised by the softness of his voice and finally tore your eyes from the floor. He’d called you that before, but usually in a teasing way. This time it sounded endearing, like a plea of your name.

“And what happened there, at the club? ‘She’s not interested’, what was that about?” You continued.

He sighed, still trying to figure out what exactly it was that he wanted to say. He realized there probably wasn’t much of a way to beat around the bush and he groaned, closing his eyes as he stood in front of you to make spilling his guts a little less agonizing.

“I like you - like you a lot, and I was an asshole because I figured if you hated me, you couldn’t like me back and it would save you the trouble.”

Hearing no response, he finally opened his eyes to see you still standing in the same spot, your lips parted.

“Save me the trouble of what?”

You were confused, your eyes narrowed as if you were angry.

“I don’t know…having to deal with me, I guess. I - I’ve never felt the way I feel about you for anyone else and it scares the shit out of me.”

You could hear him swallow hard, his eyes looking everywhere around the room except at you.

“And earlier, when we picked you up,” he continued, “I acted like that because I was jealous, alright? Can’t stand to see some asshole on you like that, and you were dressed all nice and - I don’t know.”

You’d never heard him sound so nervous in all the time you’d known him.

“You are my type of girl,” he finally choked out, “only type of girl I’d ever want.”

All you could do was inhale sharply, his words echoing in your mind.

“It’s alright if you hate me, I can’t say I really blame you. Fuck, I’m sorry.”

He began to walk out, convinced he’d fucked up beyond repair.

“Logan.”

Your voice stopped his hand from turning your doorknob and he turned back to you.

No longer crying, you tentatively stepped forward a bit, nervously playing with the front hem of your top.

“You’re not something to deal with, you know,” you muttered, letting your hair fall in front of your face.

You supposed this was the point where it was your turn to explain.

“I’ve liked you for a long time, Logan, probably since the day I walked in here and I just - I think I wanted someone to distract me so I wouldn’t wallow in self pity because you didn’t want me.”

“You were trying to get over me,” he realized aloud, a small smile on his face to hide the hurt, “I deserved that.”

After a moment of tense silence, he spoke again.

“Did it work?”

His voice was low and soft, a tone you’d rarely heard him speak with.

You pursed your lips and finally lifted your head, taking a deep breath.

“No. I don’t think it was ever going to, either,” you laughed a little, “when that guy asked me to dance, the first thing I thought of was that he didn’t look anything like you.”

Your voice trailed off a little at the end, a little embarrassed to confess that even if Logan had already flat out told you he was interested in you.

Without another word, he came close enough to reach for your hands and gently intertwine your fingers with his. He cleared his throat, nervously chewing his bottom lip before he spoke.

“Can I kiss you?”

You must have had this dream a million times over, waking up night after night and feeling so empty because none of it was real. But now, with his hands in yours, it was very real.

You eagerly pressed your lips to his, not wanting to waste another second. His lips were soft and you were encompassed in the scent of his body wash and cologne, smelling of pine and cedar wood. You brought your hands up to play with his hair at the back of his head. Logan moved his arms to wrap around your waist, pulling you further into him.

When you finally pulled away from each other, you were both smiling like idiots.

“We should’ve done that much sooner,” you giggled.

“Agreed.”

His fingers traced small circles on the exposed skin of your back, making you shiver.

He kissed you again, this time with much more intensity. It wasn’t long before your tongues were in each other's mouths and you both had fumbled yourselves over to the end of your bed.

“Wanted you for so long,” he mumbled between kissing your neck and jaw, his hands still sliding up and down your back, “I was so stupid.”

“We both were,” you giggled a little, cut short into a moan when he licked your neck all the way from your collarbone to under your ear.

“L-Logan,” you gasped, unable to hide your blushing face.

He hummed into your neck, bringing his mouth to your ear, “Can I show you how sorry I am? Let me make it up to you.”

His voice made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and you let him pull you onto him to straddle his lap, lost in the feeling of his hands on you.

“Mmm, uh-huh,” you hummed, mouth hung open as he sucked light marks into your neck.

“You have to use your words, pretty girl,” he brought his head up to rest his forehead against yours. He cupped your jaw tenderly, almost as if you’d disappear if he let go.

Before you could answer, he moved his hands to drag your hips over his, grunting when he felt the pressure.

“Y-yes, yeah - please,” you choked out between moans, tugging his hair harder every time he pushed and pulled your hips.

“Please what, baby?”

“You - you can make it up to me,” you groaned into his neck.

He effortlessly lifted you by your thighs and laid you with your back to the bed. You untucked his white t-shirt from his jeans as he crawled over you, desperate to get your hands underneath it. You lightly scratched your nails along his back, making him groan into your ear. He kissed down your neck to the center of your chest, gently slipping his fingers under the hem of your top and around the back.

“Can I take this off you, baby?”

You were already sitting up before he could finish his sentence, reaching to try and untie the knot at the back of your neck.

“Eager, huh?”, he chuckled, “let me, sweetheart.”

He wrapped his arms around your lower back to tug at the knot, feeling it come loose in his hands. He snaked his hands up to the back of your neck, doing the same to the tied strings there. When it came loose, the only thing holding the piece of fabric to you was his hands at the back of your neck. He let it slip from his fingers, a smirk on his face when it fell completely.

You threw the garment somewhere to the floor and tugged on the collar of his t-shirt, bringing him down with you as laid back again and pressed your lips to his. He pulled back for a moment to yank his shirt off and immediately return his mouth to yours, making his way down to your neck. He brought both his hands to your chest and swept his thumbs over your hard nipples, eventually bringing his lips to them and sucking.

“Ah - Logan,” you whined, making him smile against your skin.

“I like it when you say my name, pretty girl,” he mumbled, dragging his fingers down your sides and hooking them into the waistband of your pants. He kissed all the way down to your hips, moving himself to lay on his stomach with his head between your thighs.

Before he could ask you if it was alright to rid you of them, you were already unbuttoning your pants and pushing them down your hips and thighs. He took them off the rest of the way for you and you kicked your panties off with them.

He hooked his arms around your thighs to pull you closer, licking his lips and resting his cheek on the inside of your thigh.

“I thought about you a lot, you know - like this,” he huffed, his warm breath fanning over your pussy.

You had your hands in his hair already, swiping fallen strands of hair out of his face.

“I thought about you like this, too,” you admitted, sighing as he started to plant kisses right above where you wanted him the most.

“Yeah?”

His teasing voice brought goosebumps to your skin and you nodded, gasping when you finally felt his lips graze your clit.

“This what you think about when you fuck yourself?” He mumbled into you, the vibration of his voice making you tighten your grip in his hair. He growled like an animal, trying to push you even further into his mouth by the grip on your thighs.

You were trying to choke out an answer, distracted by the wet sounds of him messily eating you out.

“Y - ah, yes, yeah - not as good as the real thing, though.”

He laughed with his mouth still attached to you and you tightened your thighs around his head, keeping him in place.

He could have spent hours with his mouth to your cunt, practically fucking you with his tongue while you whined his name.

A knock on your door sounded through the room, the both of you freezing in place.

“Hey, I just wanted to check on you. Are you feeling okay?”

It was Scott.

You grimaced, thankful at the very least that your door was locked, but Logan had a terribly smug smirk on his face.

“Y-yeah, I’m alright, just - just tired,” you managed to choke out, stuttering when you felt two of his fingers slip into you effortlessly.

“You sure?”

You sighed, hating and loving Logan at the same time for what he was doing.

“Yup, th-thank you, m’ jus’ gonna go to bed.”

Scott responded with a goodnight and you groaned in relief when you heard him walk away.

Logan was curling his fingers inside of you, still lapping at your pussy and letting you use your grip on his hair to angle his head however you wanted him. You felt the pressure in your lower stomach rise and you tried to warn him, tugging on the hair on the back of his head.

“Logan, I’m - “

“C’mon, pretty girl, c’mon.”

His encouragement sent you over the edge, euphoria blooming from your lower stomach and spreading through you. You had to cover your mouth to muffle your pornographic moans, but Logan reached up to tug your wrist.

“Uh-uh, wanna hear you, beautiful,” he mumbled into you, practically pushing your thighs even further around his head.

“Fuck, L-Logan, too - too sensitive,” you stuttered out, trying to pull his face away by his hair and failing miserably because of his grip around your thighs.

He eventually reluctantly detached himself and crawled back on top of you, sucking the taste of you off his fingers.

“I could do that for hours, you know, if you let me,” he groaned, pulling your hips up to him so you could feel the weight of his hard cock underneath his jeans.

Still sensitive, you reactively gripped his biceps and dug your fingernails into his skin. You were going to apologize and were quickly cut off by the guttural moan he let out into the side of your neck.

“Fuck,” he groaned, rocking his hips against yours.

“You’re into pain, huh?”

You figured it was your turn to tease him, dragging your fingernails from his shoulders all the way down his back.

“You’re gonna pay for that, pretty girl,” he grunted, moving quickly to undo his belt and strip himself of the rest of his clothing.

When his cock sprung up and hit his stomach as he took off his boxers, you swallowed hard; already feeling a wanting ache in your stomach again. You figured he was big - he was already a tall guy, after all - but he was far bigger than any guy you’d ever seen. Logan noticed the way you bit your lower lip, resting himself on top of you again and bringing his thumb up to pull your lip from under your teeth.

“What, are you nervous? It’s alright sweetheart, I’m not gonna hurt you.”

His voice was so soft and gentle, a tone you rarely ever heard from him.

You could feel the weight of his cock against your inner thigh, heavy and already leaking.

“ ‘m not nervous, I want you, please,” you begged, wrapping your legs around his waist. You reached your hand between your bodies to line him up with your entrance, trying to push him in with your legs around his waist.

“You sure?” he huffed, trying with every muscle in his body to not slam into you in one thrust.

You nodded eagerly, scratching at his lower back.

Logan couldn’t help himself and gave in, slipping himself into you.

“So tight,” he groaned into your neck, pushing himself in even further.

“You - fuck - you’re so fucking big,” you admitted truthfully, nearly drooling at the feeling of him stretching you out.

“Feels good?”

It was hard for him to speak when you were so wet that he was nearly slipping out of you as he gently rocked his hips back and forth, trying to be gentle and let you adjust to his size.

“Mm - uh-uh,” you hummed, gasping each time he pushed further.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” he huffed and you groaned, digging your nails into him.

“Y-yes, yeah - want you all the way in,” you whimpered.

That was all it took for him to be buried in you, grinding his hips into yours so that you were pinned to the mattress.

He worked up to a devastating pace, practically slamming your headboard into the wall.

“S-someone’s gonna - someone’s gonna hear us,” you managed to gasp out, out of breath every time he filled you and pulled back again.

“Don’t care, let ‘em,” he pressed his forehead to yours, bringing a hand up to your face to affectionately cup your cheek. It was so sweet and almost disgustingly hot, the caring gesture contrasting the intense feeling of him repeatedly slamming into the sensitive spot inside of you.

He really didn’t have a care in the world about who heard you both, far too lost in the feeling of finally being able to have you under him like that. You had sweat soaked strands of hair stuck to your face, your eyes squeezed shut, and he was almost sure you’d never looked more beautiful.

“So fucking pretty,” he huffed, his thumb swiping your bottom lip. He had an idea, one he’d considered many times when he thought of you under him like this.

“Bite me.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, threading your hand through his hair, “are you sure?”

“Please.”

You forcibly unsheathed your fangs, letting them tentatively poke at his thumb that was still to your lips.

He moved his hand to your throat, resting it there without tightening his grip.

“Please.”

His pleading had the heat in your lower stomach rising and you obliged, sinking your teeth into his shoulder. You felt guilty - you didn’t enjoy hurting people - until he was whimpering in your ear, moaning your name over and over again.

You bit his neck, his shoulders, his lip - all the small puncture wounds healing themselves within seconds.

Having him so pussy drunk and groaning praises into your ear brought the pressure in your lower stomach to a max and you cried out his name, letting him fuck you through your second orgasm.

“ ‘s good, huh, princess? Come on me, c’mon,” he was begging, feeling your muscles tense around him. That drove him over the edge, his hips rutting into you and his thrusts becoming sloppy. He finally let himself go, filling you and letting it drip from you onto the sheets. He pulled back a little to see the mess you had both made, your inner thighs painted with a mix of his release and yours. He went to pull out completely and you clamped your thighs around his hips again, keeping him still.

“Want me to stay?”

“Mhm - please.”

The sexual tension was replaced with loving comfort, Logan keeping you to his chest as he laid you both on your side. His chin rested on the top of your head and your face was against his chest with your eyes closed. You smiled at the thump of his heartbeat in your ear, nearly letting it put you to sleep.

“Hey, pretty girl,” he mumbled into your hair, planting a kiss on the top of your head, “you know I love you?”

The last three words made your eyes shoot open and you looked up at him, worried you’d misheard him or maybe he was just messing with you.

“Really?”

“Of course. You think I would’ve done that with you if I wasn’t in love?”

You thought hard for a second, realizing he was right. It wasn’t that he hadn’t had hookups before, but it had been quite a long time since he’d bothered to even get to know someone like that. He wasn’t the type to lead you on, either - always up front with you, even if he didn’t have to be.

“I love you too,” you answered, unable to hide the wide smile on your face.

“I should’ve told you much sooner,” he sighed, his eyes fluttering closed as you snuggled into him again.

Before you could both fall asleep from exhaustion, he yanked the comforter over the both of you, hearing you mumble sleepily.

“You can make it up to me some more.”

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A/N: If you made it to the end I love you <3 pls lmk what you think and reblog+like if you enjoyed!! also still navigating how to write smut without using cringe terminology so forgive me if that part sucks

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brokenmenswhore · 9 months ago

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first | poly!marauders

pairing: poly!marauders (james, remus, & sirius) x fem!reader

summary: virginity loss trope :)

warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), language, gender swapped dorcas cus i said so 🤷🏻‍♀️

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“That’s ridiculous,” you said, body halting as the staircase began to shift beneath you, “and completely untrue.”

“Oh come on, you never do anything interesting! For your sake, it has to be true,” Sirius teased.

You turned to him, mouth open in offense. “I’m plenty interesting.”

“But not interesting enough to lose your virginity to Meadowes in the library during fourth year?” Remus raised an eyebrow.

“No! It didn’t happen!” you protested, “now please, let it go.”

“How would a rumor like that even get out if it isn’t true?” James asked genuinely.

“Probably because everyone knows Meadowes has the hots for her. Bet you he started it himself,” Remus answered, distaste evident in his voice.

“Are you three done now?” you asked, whispering the common room password and letting the boys in.

“So if it isn’t true, how did you lose it?” Sirius pressed.

You looked at him stunned, eyes wide in disbelief that he would ask you something like that out of the blue.

“Absolutely not,” you said, raising a finger toward him, “I’m not playing that game.”

“Oh come on!” Sirius raised his hands and smiled, “you’re no fun.”

“Yeah, now I’m curious,” James continued on, “if not Dorcas, who?”

You sighed, placing your books down and tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, turning toward them exasperated. “Why does it matter?”

“You know seventeen of the girls I’ve slept with by heart,” Sirius replied, “I’d say it’s only fair.”

“Sirius, you told me about seventeen of the girls you’ve slept with. Willingly. Without me asking. Ever,” you said, earning a laugh from James at your disgust.

They followed you up the stairs to your dorm, empty from everyone sneaking off to a party in the Ravenclaw common room that you were supposed to be getting ready for, but alas, you were late and distracted.

You sat down in front of your vanity mirror, ready to start applying makeup, when Remus placed a hand on the desk in front of you, leaning his face in close to you, his hair falling slightly in front of his face. He was completely in your personal space.

“Come on, Y/N, tell us who got to fuck you first.”

Remus’ voice was low, and his breath fanned your face as he spoke. You locked eyes with him, a sigh leaving your chest that you weren’t aware you were holding in. You were nervous to have him this close.

“No one has. Sorry to disappoint. Now drop it, will you?”

Remus didn’t move. You continued to look up into his eyes, your voice a little shaky, and you didn’t know what to do. You moved to get up, but Remus caught your chin between his fingers, pulling your attention back to him. “Meaning what?”

“Did you not hear me? Cus you’re like 6 inches away from me, so if you didn’t, you need to get your hearing checked,” you said, annoyed at your current predicament, just wanting to make the embarrassing conversation end. Remus finally let you stand, but Sirius and James were right behind you, stopping you from leaving the room. You opted to sit on your bed.

“You guys are insufferable.”

Sirius cleared his throat. “So you’re-“ he trailed off.

“A virgin, yes, wow, how crazy of me. You know, it’s not that weird, you all just have a personal body count higher than everyone at this school combined. And everyone else’s body count includes you. Can we please just forget about this?” you begged.

“Such attitude,” James teased, “from such a good girl.”

“Oh, so I’m a goodie two-shoes now that you’ve all discovered I’ve never had sex?”

“Kinda, yeah,” James giggled.

“Fuck you guys,” you sighed, partially lighthearted and partially annoyed, “it was my choice. You think I couldn’t have screwed Dorcas Meadowes in the library if I wanted to?”

No one had a response. Sirius’ nostrils flared, and Remus sighed. They almost seemed… jealous? at the thought of you and someone else.

You four were ridiculously close, anyone could see that, and you would be lying if you said you haven’t thought about them in that way, but you were best friends, and you didn’t want to risk ruining that.

“You ever think about, like, just doing it?” Sirius asked.

“What?” you replied.

“Do you ever think about just saying fuck it and asking someone, like, I don’t know, one of us, to just take your virginity?”

Your breathing caught in your chest. You stared at Sirius, a million thoughts coming to your head but you couldn’t articulate any of them. You had no idea what to say.

“I mean, I’ve thought about losing my virginity, yeah, that’s normal,” you explained.

“To one of us?” Remus asked.

You could lie. You could act disgusted at the question and walk away now, or, you could tell the truth, and risk ruining your entire friendship. You could also tell the truth and potentially gain everything you wanted.

Your voice became small, your eyes watching your hands fidget in your lap, “maybe.”

The boys all exchanged a look between one another.

James was the only one who was able to pull himself together. “W-who?”

You titled your head up at him. “What?”

James sat down on the bed next to you. “Which one of us?”

You could physically see all the boys tense up, ready to be filled with either pride or jealousy. Sirius and Remus were staring daggers at you, anxiously awaiting your answer. James kept his eyes on you as well, trying to make you feel less intimidated and tense than Sirius and Remus were.

Your eyes darted between all of them, “I-“

You were evidently nervous, and Remus felt bad. He knelt on the ground in front of you, taking your hands in his own. It was the most intimate gesture you’d received from him yet. He kept his voice soft. “Angel, you don’t have to tell us, but we really want to know. I promise none of us will be too hurt. Please,” he almost begged.

You sighed. You weren’t worried because you only thought about one of them, you were worried because you were embarrassed to tell them the truth. You took a deep breath. It was now or never. “All of you.”

They were not prepared for that answer.

Remus and James stared at you and tried to process your words. Sirius was more of an “act on impulse” and “speak without thinking” kind of guy.

“Fuck off,” he said, “all of us?”

“Mhm.”

“Like at the same time?” he pushed.

“Sirius-“ Remus warned.

“No, no, I wanna hear you say it,” he said, attention back on you, “I wanna hear you say that you’ve thought about losing your virginity to all three of us. At the same time. I wanna hear you say that you’ve thought about us fucking you.” He was standing dangerously close to you now.

“I- I have,” you said, blush evident in your cheeks.

Sirius growled. “Remus, move.”

“Excuse me?” Remus snapped back.

“Move.”

Remus sighed and moved out of the way so that Sirius was standing directly in front of you. “You stop us if there’s anything you don’t like. Understood?”

You nodded your head, but that wasn’t enough.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes,” you retried.

Sirius gave you a small smile before grabbing your face in his hands, tilting your head up and leaning down to give you a long, intimate kiss. Once you had settled in, he deepened the kiss, his carnal desires taking over. He slowly leaned you back on the bed, your legs still hanging off the mattress, as he placed one knee next to your waist, holding himself up as he continued kissing you. When your back hit the mattress, you held the back of Sirius’s head to keep him in place.

You felt one of the boys behind Sirius, pulling your pants off and leaving your lower half nearly exposed.

Sirius flopped down on the bed next to you, still kissing you as you ran your fingers through his hair.

James slowly kissed up your thigh, throwing both of your legs over his shoulders as he kissed your underwear right above your heat. You gasped, but Sirius didn’t let you break the kiss.

“Sirius, come on, give her a break,” James pleaded, “I wanna hear her.”

Sirius groaned into the kiss before breaking it, looking down to James in between your legs. “Well, go on then.”

Sirius was still feral and needy, pulling your shirt over your head and ripping off your bra, immediately going to grab and kiss at your breasts. You were embarrassed at the exposure, but everyone was moving on your body so fast that you didn’t have time to think about your body being on display.

James pushed your underwear to the side and kissed your folds, causing you to squeal. This was an unfamiliar feeling, but you were growing wetter and wetter by the minute. He pushed your folds open with his tongue, licking and flicking at your clit. You whined and threw your head back. He continued his actions, peeking up at you from between your legs, watching you come apart as he ate you out like a man starved.

“Take it easy,” you heard Remus say from behind your head, “you gotta remember she’s never done this.”

James moaned into your cunt as a response, sending a shiver up your body, causing your legs to shake slightly. He kept sucking and licking circles around your bud, and you couldn’t help but grab the hair at the back of his head, pushing him closer into you.

“Good girl,” Sirius cooed from beside you, touching every exposed part of your body that he could.

As James’ tongue quickened, your whines grew louder, but you tried to tame them and save yourself further embarrassment. Remus noticed and was not happy. He grabbed your face and forced your neck to look backward at him. “Are you holding back?”

“N-no,” you said anxiously, not sure if it was the truth.

“Ah, but I think you are,” he started, “and we don’t accept that. Let us hear you.”

“But I’m emb-“

“I don’t care if you’re embarrassed. Stop holding back. Now.”

Remus’s demanding and controlling demeanor only added at the pleasure James was giving you with his mouth. You did as he said. James continued to quicken his pace, whines and moans falling from your lips.

“Does that feel good?” Remus asked.

“Yes, Rem, I-“

“No fair!” Sirius suddenly exclaimed, “if you ask her all the questions, you get to hear her moan your name. Selfish prick.”

“Are you gonna let this be about her or what?” Remus retorted.

“I am! I should be asking you the same thing, why do you always get to be in control of everything?”

They bickered back and forth for a few minutes, but the entire time, James remained focused on you. He watched from between your legs as his tongue made you squirm and moan, and he had you nearly seeing stars.

You desperately tried to tell him you were going to come, but Remus and Sirius were too busy bickering for James to hear you. You tapped at his head to signal him, and he got the message, sucking at your bud until you finally came. Your chest rapidly rose and fell as James continued to lick you until he had tasted every last drop of cum from your hole, standing up and placing a wet kiss on your lips.

“What, did you just give up?” Sirius asked when he saw James standing.

“No, idiot, she came,” James replied, “you two dickheads were too busy arguing to notice.”

Remus’s nostrils flared. “You just let us keep arguing?”

“She tried to say something!” James defended you, and partly himself.

“Baby, you ok?” Remus checked in.

“Mhm,” you nodded.

“You got a little more in you?”

“Mhm.”

“You want me?”

“Mhm.”

Remus pulled his pants and boxers down and climbed on top of you, pulling your underwear completely off of you as he placed his knees on either side of your waist.

“You sure?” he asked, wanting to confirm your consent.

“Yes,” you responded.

“And you’re sure you’re okay with it being me?”

Instead of responding with words, you tilted your head up and kissed Remus, assuring him that you wanted it to be him. You would have been okay with any of the boys, but Remus was always so in control, it made sense that he would be your first. Your relationship with him was always a little less silly, and a little more intimate, than your relationship with the other two.

“Are you ready?” he checked, lining up his already hard cock at your entrance.

“Yeah,” you replied, “just- please be nice, okay?”

Remus smiled, “of course, baby.”

You nodded at him and locked eyes as he slowly pushed into you, a long gasp leaving your lips as he filled you up. His cock was bigger than you thought it would be, and it was taking you a while to adjust to his size.

“Shit, Rem,” you breathed out, “you should have warned me that you’re that fucking big.”

Sirius growled next to you, your words driving him crazy. He couldn’t help but pull out his cock, stroking it slowly as he watched you.

Remus gave you plenty of time to adjust before you nodded at him, signaling that he could move. He started slowly, pushing in and out of you as an excruciatingly slow pace. It burned, and you almost told Remus to stop, but after a few minutes, the pain subsided, and the pleasure took over.

A particularly filthy moan left your lips, and Sirius cursed under his breath. James appeared behind your head, stroking your hair as Remus’s head dropped to your shoulder as he began to pick up the pace.

“Shit, baby,” he moaned, “you feel so fucking good.”

“You look so fucking good,” Sirius breathed.

“Thank you, Siri,” you cried out, causing Sirius to cum in his hand, the nickname making him lose all control.

“What a good girl,” Remus spoke, his thrusts quickening until he was causing your body to jolt upward with each hit from the force, “you’re doing so well.”

James placed a kiss on your forehead and you reached up to grab his hand for leverage. You squeezed his hand, the pleasure between your legs becoming almost too much.

“Relax, baby, you’re being such a good girl,” James said.

Remus’ breathing quickened. “You’re so tight, angel, if you keep squeezing my cock like that I’m not gonna last,” he warned.

“I c-can’t help it,” you told him.

“I know baby,” he replied.

“I d- don’t know how to m- make it stop,” you said.

Remus giggled, “you don’t have to make it stop. It feels good for me.”

“Oh,” you whimpered, “that’s good.”

Remus giggled again. You were so cute, even in the middle of losing your virginity. Remus leaned down and kissed you, your lips moving in harmony as he began to pound into you. Any sense of kindness and mercy he had for this being your first time went out the window when you kissed.

Your moans grew louder and louder, and you tried to cover your mouth with your hand to quiet yourself down.

“Ah ah ah,” Sirius tsked, pulling your hand away, “none of that.”

“Rem- Rem- I-“

“I know angel, let go.”

Your high crashed over you again, your hips bucking upward to meet Remus’ final few thrusts before he came inside of you, the feeling of you squeezing him becoming too much for him to hold on. Remus stayed inside of you for a moment, watching your face as you calmed down from your high, a slight shake in your legs.

“What a good girl,” James praised, kissing your forehead.

“You okay?” Remus checked in, pulling out of you and standing in front of you.

“Mhm,” you hummed, “‘m okay.”

Sirius leaned down to kiss you again. “Everything you imagined?”

“Mhm.” You were too tired to formulate complete words or sentences.

“You wanna skip the party?” Sirius continued.

“Mhm.”

“You wanna cuddle and watch a movie?”

“Mhm.” You shifted so your head was resting on Sirius’ lap as he began to stroke your hair.

Sirius smiled. “And then maybe round two.”

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imaginedisish · 7 months ago

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Liquid Smooth (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Started writing this last night...sooo happy you guys wanted a sex pollen fic! Hope it lives up to everyone's expectations! This one is (obviously) inspired by "Liquid Smooth," by Mitski. ENJOY!

Summary: A simple mission deep in a forest alone with Logan quickly gets out of hand when you just have to go and pick a flower...

Warnings: 18+ EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT MINORS DNI! Dry humping, Oral (f!receiving), Fingering, Unprotected PIV (wrap it up!), Sex Pollen (so dub!con just to be safe, but not really), Multiple orgasms, Porn Without Plot...literally, implied!age gap, cursing, friends to lovers, fem!reader/afab!reader, probably some grammatical errors, I think that's it.

Word Count: 3,797 muahaha

“I don’t need a goddamn babysitter,” you murmur as Logan thumbs through the controls of the X-Jet. “Could’ve done this by myself.”

Logan scoffs. “I’m not your babysitter, princess.” You roll your eyes at the nickname Logan has specially reserved just for you. “Charles said we’d be safer going together. He knows you can handle yourself.”

The X-Jet cruises effortlessly through the clouds. The air is still today. Calm. You and Logan are on your way to get some sort of flower that Charles claims to have extensive healing properties. It’s an easy mission. No fighting. No violence. You’re unlikely to have to use your powers at all. And yet, you’ve been paired with Logan.

It wouldn’t be a problem if you weren’t—admittedly—a little into him. Or rather, pining after him. There’s just something about the sarcasm that’s always thick in his voice; the way he squeezes himself into those thin beaters. How he’s always so self-assured, so thoroughly convinced he’s right. You just can’t help it. You want him. But he isn’t yours, and he probably never will be. He’s a little older—well, a lot, considering he’s been around forever. And you know it’s safer not to make attachments—not to fall in love.

Unfortunately, it’s a little too late for that.

But having him here with you now, alone, with no buffers…it’s overwhelming. You can smell him—that mix of tobacco and pine and musk and him. He’s suddenly everywhere, and there’s nothing you can do about it. You watch as his long fingers press different buttons, his hands gripping the steering wheel, adjusting thrusters. You stare at those fingers for far too long, your thoughts drifting to what else he can do with them. You think about him curling them deep inside you, stretching you open and—

“Everything okay?” You snap your head to face Logan, swallowing harshly as his voice pulls you back to reality.

You force a smile, nodding. “Yep!” You say, overcompensating just a bit. “All good,” you lie. You close your eyes, trying to push thoughts of Logan out of your head, denying the heat growing between your legs.

“Good, because we’re almost there,” Logan says, the X-Jet descending carefully. You look out the window to see the trees below. There’s a lake in the distance, but that’s it. No civilization, no houses—no one. It’s empty, peaceful.

“We’re really in the middle of nowhere, huh?” You say, glancing at Logan.

His eyes meet yours and he smiles. Warmth blooms in your heart at the sight. “My kind of place,” he says back. The X-Jet descends further as you approach a clear spread of grass to land on just ahead.

This is, in fact, not your kind of place. The humidity creeps up your back and settles under your skin. The forest is overgrown and impossible to navigate. You let Logan slice through the plant life with his claws, swiping back and forth whenever something gets in your way.

You haven’t been walking for long, but you’re already done. Perhaps Charles was right; a partner is not the worst idea on a mission like this.

You can see the flower just ahead—yellow petals and a long, green, viny stem. It glows brightly even under the dense forest canopy. “Semper in tenebris lux,” Charles had said; there is always light in darkness. And he was right. The flower illuminates everything in its path. Next to it, you can see a pretty, lavender-colored flower. You stop in your tracks, letting Logan wander ahead as you crouch down to stroke the purple petals.

“Charles didn’t say anything about not taking other flowers too, right?” You call out, watching as Logan swipes carefully at the stem of the yellow flower. He holds the dainty stem in his large hands as he walks back over to you.

“No, he didn’t. But you should be careful. It could be poisonous or—”

You ignore Logan, picking the flower anyway. You hold it up to your nose and breathe in. It’s sweet and fragrant. You twist the stem and realize the flower is sticky with sap and pollen. Your twist shakes some of the pollen up, and it lands all over your face.

“Shit,” you mutter, wiping it away. A gust of wind sweeps through the forest, knocking the flower out of your hand and spreading more of its pollen in the air. You can feel it in your nostrils, getting caught in your throat.

Logan furrows his brows as the pollen falls to the ground. “What the fuck did you do?”

You roll your eyes. “All I did was pick a flower!” You lift your hands, feigning innocence. “I’m sure it’s nothing.” You stand up, glancing once at the yellow flower in Logan’s hands and then back at Logan. “It’s pretty.”

He parts his lips, his stare focused on you. “Yeah, it is.” There’s something else in that stare, in those words. Like maybe he isn’t only talking about the flower. You shove those thoughts down as you turn around and walk back to the jet.

Your steps are suddenly very heavy. You scratch at your shoulder. Heat blooms in your chest, your stomach, across your face. You’re irritated and overheated and itchy. Your breath grows heavier and rougher with every step.

Logan notices immediately. He stops, grabbing your arm. You can’t control the way you lean into his touch, nor the way you’re craving more. “Hey,” he soothes, eyes searching your face. “Are you okay?” There’s a hint of panic in his voice.

You swallow harshly, nodding. Your throat feels thick, your skin tight and oppressive. “’M’fine,” you mumble.

“Quit lying. I can tell something’s wrong,” Logan demands. You open your mouth to persuade him otherwise, but he doesn’t give you the chance, his grip tightening around your arm. “Your skin is on fucking fire, princess. What did you do?” He cocks his head, sniffing as he furrows his brows. His voice is darker now, slower as his eyes widen. “What the fuck did you do?”

You take in a sharp breath. And that’s when you feel it, the ache between your thighs, the slick arousal soaking through your panties. The realization smacks you in the face. For a moment, you’re clear-headed, but still terrified. The pollen. That goddamn, fucking pollen. “Logan, look, I think that purple flower had some—"

He cuts you off as he yanks your arm, tugging you towards the ship. “We need to get you back to the jet, okay?”

“Oh, I am so fucked,” you cry. You know you only have a few seconds left before the effects really kick in. “L-Logan,” you stutter, almost moaning as your core burns stronger with need. “T-the pollen was everywhere. What if you got some too?”

He ignores you, handing you the yellow flower you came here for in the first place. He sweeps one hand under your legs and keeps the other at your back as he lifts you in his arms—bridal style. You can feel his heart beating in his chest. You lean into him again, searching for relief. Wetness pools between your legs. You have never felt this needy before. Your desire hurts, burns, scorches you. You rut your hips, clenching down around nothing.

“S-stop doing that,” Logan spits, restrained and quiet.

“C-can’t,” you whine. “It hurts, Logan. It hurts so fucking bad. How come you aren’t like this too?”

He pulls you tighter to his chest. “I feel a little something, but that might just…”

You tilt your head up to look at him. He works his jaw, that perfect jaw. You want to bite it, to bury your face in the crook of his neck. “Might just be what?” You ask, tentatively brushing your lips against the hollow of his throat.

“Nothing, just—fuck,” he groans as you press soft, open-mouthed kisses all around his neck now. “Don’t do that, princess. You don’t want this.”

“But I do, Logan,” you beg. The ramp to the jet lowers as you and Logan approach. “N-need you.” You bury your face into his shoulder, breathing him in. “Need y-you all the time.” The confession slips easily from your lips.

Logan’s eyes widen as he walks up the ramp and into the ship. It lifts and seals shut behind him. “You don’t mean that, sweetheart. Let’s just get you back to the mansion as quickly as possible, yeah?”

He places you down on the seat next to him, taking the flower from your hands and putting it in the jar Charles had given you. The leather cold at your back almost feels good, almost relieving—until you realize Logan is no longer holding you, touching you. You reach out towards him, grabbing his arms, pulling him back in. “Don’t go,” you plead, nails digging into his biceps. Your body is on fire. Everything is unbearably painful. “Please,” you whimper. “Need you so fucking bad, just you.”

“Fuck,” Logan curses. “I am not taking advantage of you. I am not doing this.” He stands, freeing himself from your grasp and walking over to the pilot’s chair. “I’m getting you back to the mansion and we’re going to fix this, okay?”

But that’s not good enough for you. You stand up and walk over to Logan. Your steps are shaky, your legs trembling. Your chest heaves, your heart beating rapidly. You climb into Logan’s lap, straddling him, one leg on either side. “Logan, I can’t fucking wait,” you cry, grinding down onto his lap. The pressure feels delicious. He grabs your hips, stilling you, forcing you in place. And that’s when you feel it: his erection, hard underneath your core. “This isn’t you. You don’t really want this, don’t really want m—”

“It is me,” you protest, squirming against his hold. “Logan, I’ve wanted you for months. I-I was thinking about you t-touching me the whole way here.” You remember the way his fingers dexterously pushed all the right buttons. Need courses through you like a river, and as Logan’s hold on your hips softens, you grind down into his lap, against his erection. “S-so good,” you cry out.

His hands are still on your hips, but now he’s guiding you, rocking you against his cock. “J-just this though, okay?”

You hum, pressing your forehead to his, rolling your hips faster. The relief is like heaven. His arms wrap around your back, his fingers trailing up and down soothingly. Logan ruts into you, his erection straining against his jeans. You can feel yourself getting closer, but the pain, the need, it’s all still the same.

“Logan, it’s not gonna be enough,” you whisper, his lips ghosting yours. “N-need more. Hurts so bad.”

He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, like he’s scared to truly touch you. But he wants to consume your pain, to take it away, to feel it for you. You can see it written across his face, in the way his cock throbs against your swollen clit, how he snaps his hips into yours.

“I know, princess,” he coos, his hands like fire on your back. Your walls contract around nothing, begging for something to hold onto, to feel something sink deep inside. “Gonna take care of you.” He kisses you again, with more vigor this time, more passion. “I’ve got you, darlin’.”

You moan into his mouth. His composure is slipping, disintegrating with every roll, every rock of your hips against his. His cock notches against your clit, sending a jolt of pleasure up the base of your spine. He hikes your shirt up, the cold air hitting your overheated skin. “F-feels good,” you stammer. You’re almost there, almost hitting that peak. “S-so close.”

“I know, pretty girl,” he soothes. “Let go for me, know you can do it.”

You moan his name, your orgasm crashing into you like a crescendo. You know you’re soaking through your clothes, and probably onto Logan’s too. He’s still rutting against you, giving you more. He knows it’s not going to be enough, and he’s right. Need builds back up just as quickly as you found your release.

“Lo…” you trail off, looking up at him under lust-filled eyes. You swallow harshly, squirming in his lap helplessly. “G-gotta have you.”

He presses his forehead to yours. He works his jaw, parting his lips. “Y-you meant it when you said you wanted me before this?” But he already knows the answer. He knows you wouldn’t lie to him about that, not even now.

“Yes,” you whine, pulling him closer. He tugs your shirt all the way over your head and picks you up, hands firmly gripping your ass. “Still gonna want you after this, too.”

He curses under his breath as he places you down in the pilot’s chair. He’s frenzied and frantic as he hooks his thumbs into your pants and panties, yanking them down your legs and casting them to the side.

He spreads your legs with the palms of his hands, his thumbs brushing soft circles into your inner thighs. He’s kneeling, looking up at you. Your breath catches in your throat as his face settles between your legs.

“Could smell you before, pretty girl,” he husks, his breath fanning over your clit. “Wanted this so fucking bad.” He doesn’t keep you waiting, licking a long stripe through your folds and up to your clit. “Knew you’d taste perfect. Pretty fucking pussy.”

You throw your head back as his lips latch onto your clit, sucking harshly. He slips one hand across your back, keeping you close. His free hand climbs up your thigh, fingers exploring your folds as his tongue flits across your swollen bud. He spreads your arousal, prodding against your entrance before shoving two fingers deep inside you. “Logan!” You cry out, your walls clenching around him. He’s stretching you out, his fingers dragging inside you. He pulls out and plunges back in. He isn’t taking his time, isn’t teasing. He’s giving you what you need, pump after pump.

You look down at him, his face buried in your cunt, consuming you, swallowing you whole like a starving man. He’s lost inside you, lapping at you with unwavering hunger and desire. His tongue swirls around your clit, his teeth grazing ever so slightly. You moan his name again, and he hums against you, the vibrations of his bassy voice rocking through your body. He’s wrecking you, but it feels so goddamn good.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he goads you along. He’s adding a third finger now, and you suck him in. You’d take anything he gives you, anything at all. “Doing so good for me, taking it so well.”

He sucks roughly, your walls clenching around him at the feeling. “Yeah?” He grunts, sucking again. “You like that? Feels good?”

“Y-yes,” you stammer, stumbling over that one simple word. “S-so fucking good.”

“I know, beautiful,” he groans, nipping at your clit in between his rough sucks. “Gonna make that hurt go away, okay?” His voice is like honey, sugar; it’s sweet, addictive. “You just gotta come for me again, can you do that?” His tongue strokes your clit, his fingers pumping faster now.

You nod your head emphatically, pleasure surging as you near your peak. “Yeah, I-I can,” you huff.

Logan smiles against your cunt between rough laps. “I know you can, sweetheart.” His fingers scissor inside you, deeper than before. He takes your clit between his lips again, sucking hard.

And that’s all it takes—you’re screaming his name, coming undone, unraveling underneath him. The release is even better than the first, more full, more complete. Logan thrusts in and out a few more times before slowly pulling his fingers from your cunt. He licks one more long stripe through your folds and looks up into your eyes.

For a moment, the fire inside has been quenched. You feel clear, levelheaded. But it doesn’t last long. “Fuck,” you moan, your head hitting against the headrest of the chair. The fire is back, spreading across your stomach, your chest. “Logan,” you whimper. “I n-need more.”

“It’s okay, pretty girl,” he coos, taking you back up into his arms. He hoists you out of the seat, his hands finding your ass, squeezing softly. You wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you across the jet, setting you down on a storage container.

You bring your hands up to his biceps. “Need you this time, Lo,” you choke, stroking up and down his arms as the heat builds painfully between your thighs.

“Are you sure?” He asks, eyes searching yours.

“Always wanted you, always sure,” you whisper, wrapping your legs tighter around his waist.

His Adam’s apple bobs in his throat. “Wanted you too,” he husks. “But I wanted it to be different, to—” You cut him off. “Just want you. It’s okay like this. I promise.” You grind against him, his erection still straining inside the denim of his jeans.

He takes the hint, and quickly unbuckles his belt, casting the leather to the metal floor with a clunk. He’s unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans, shoving them down his legs, and lining himself up with your entrance. You push your hips forward, giving him better access. His other hand pushes your bra above your breasts, exposing you completely to him.

With one hand on his cock and one squeezing your tits gently, he thrusts himself into you. He’s so deep—down to the hilt—stretching you out and working you open. He groans, flicking your nipple with his thumb, his lips at the shell of your ear. “So fucking beautiful,” he whispers, sending a chill down your spine, quenching that fire inside. “So warm, so tight.” He pulls out and plunges back in again, filling you up.

“Lo,” you whine. “More.”

“I know,” he growls, his hips snapping into yours, bottoming out with every thrust. “Gonna take care of you, pretty girl.” He squeezes your tits once more before sliding his hand down your body and slipping between where the two of you connect. His fingers find your clit, drawing rough circles around the bud. “That feel good, beautiful?”

“Y-yes, Logan, so fucking good,” you cry out as he rocks into you. His other hand grips your hip tightly, holding you in place. You hope there’s a bruise there later—proof that he touched you, proof that he fucked into you like the world was ending.

His cock rubs against your walls, your muscles contracting around him, sucking him in deeper. “Squeezing me so good, sweetheart,” he praises, his lips crashing down onto yours, swallowing your moans. He’s taking all of you, hard and fast. You can feel him twitching inside you, throbbing with the same need you feel pulsing through your veins.

Logan kisses your jaw, and then just underneath, biting down on your pulse point. You arch your back, your chest meeting his. The contact is delicious, the friction a necessity. He thrusts into you faster now, doing his all to satiate your every need. He’s getting you there, pump after pump, hitting that sweet spot inside you every time.

It’s working. You can feel yourself slipping again, melting. “Logan,” you hum, too fucked out to say anything other than his name. That beautiful name, like a song in the air, a gentle prayer, a holy ghost. He’s all you need—all you’ve ever needed.

Your walls contract, squeezing him tightly. “Fuck,” he mutters. You know he’s close too. He strokes your clit, circling roughly. “Come on, pretty girl. You can do it, let me get you there again.”

“Lo,” you cry, your eyes fluttering open and shut as he fucks into you, rutting his hips, plunging deeper still. It’s all too much. You can feel the pleasure drumming inside you, coming to a head.

Logan loosens his grip on your hip and slides his hand behind your back, pulling you into his chest. You rest your forehead against his. “Come on my cock, princess, let go.” And you do. You’d do anything for him. You moan as your orgasm tears through you. It’s all blinding white heat, liquid smooth, pleasure wracking your body.

Logan curses under his breath, close behind. He pulses inside you once, and then he’s coming undone. Your arms wrap around his back, keeping him close, letting him know it’s okay to finish inside. He fills you up, whispering praises in your ear as you both come down from your high. Such a good fucking girl. Did so good for me. So fucking good. Perfect little pussy.

He’s still inside you, pumping slowly as you ride out your orgasm. His fingers let go of your clit, his hands running up your back and tugging you closer to him. He slowly pulls out, keeping you tight against his chest.

“Are you okay?” He whispers against the shell of your ear. You take a deep breath, waiting for the heat to build again, waiting for that need to surge every cell of your being. But there’s nothing. Your nerves are suddenly quiet—silent.

“I-I think it’s over,” you stutter, still nervous that maybe it’s not. He keeps you there, holding you tightly, ready to start again if necessary.

After a few minutes, you let yourself relax. It’s not coming back. It’s over.

Logan presses a chaste kiss to the side of your head. “I’ve still got you. Not going anywhere.” Your heart rate has finally slowed down. The heat is gone. You feel comfortable in your skin again. You take a deep breath.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper into Logan’s chest.

“Nothing to be sorry for, princess,” Logan reassures, his voice gentle and soft. “I’m just glad you’re okay.”

You nod against him, but you still feel a sting in your heart. You need to make him know that you meant what you said—need him to know exactly how you feel. You swallow nervously, ready to bite the bullet.

“Logan,” you breathe. “I-I meant everything I said. It wasn’t just the pollen.” You pull yourself from his chest, looking up at him. “I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted you…” you trail off. “S-still need you now. Nothing’s changed.”

He smiles down at you, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I know, darlin’,” he husks. “I wanted you before, and I still do, too.”

“I know you wanted it to be different. I know it wasn’t—” But he cuts you off, his lips capturing yours, quieting your anxious rambles. “We’ll have other chances. Other times to do it the way I want.” He smirks, running his hands up and down your back.

Other chances. Other times. More. More. More. “Yeah?” You ask.

“Yeah, princess.”

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